“I know I want you, like this.”
His hands trace my collarbone, and as my eyes begin to close, my heart starts racing preparing myself for what he’s about to do. With Dominic, our relationship is purely physical. He satisfies me in ways no man has ever done. From the very first moment I met him, I knew I was attracted to him, but I didn’t realize how deadly that attraction could be and how it changed me in ways I never imagined.
Dominic made his intentions clear from the beginning, and he knew exactly what I needed.
Sex, no attachments, the whole reason for why he’s a successful entrepreneur. He knows exactly how to give people what they never knew they wanted.
And I’m no different. I want to give in to my desires, but now he wants more.
The four-letter word destined for trouble.
***
I sit on the edge of the bed, fastening the ankle strap on my heels. My muscles are tender and sore—hours spent on this bed being devoured by a man who just mentioned leaving his wife. All of which becomes a distant memory overshadowed by multiple orgasms.
“Kate, can we talk some more about this?”
From a man who hardly converses unless it’s about a sexual act, this sudden need to open up this closed channel between us comes as quite a surprise but not a pleasant one at that.
Things are fine this way, I want to tell him.
Four years ago, I wanted more—a relationship.
The attachment had consumed me and became a problem, landing me in more trouble than I ever dreamed of—the ill-fated threesome in his club, to the pregnancy scare. I had what felt like zero control over my life. All of which I’d rather forget ever happened.
And from the very first night when he showed me his secret hidden life, he claims to have known exactly what I needed, and he was right. I enjoy my work. I want sex, and being unattached gives me the freedom to live my life how I please.
I don’t need more.
Standing, I place the coat over my shoulders, running my arms into the sleeves while he sits up in bed observing me with a persistent gaze. His perfectly sculpted torso is exposed, making it hard for me to concentrate or resist the temptation to climb back into bed with him.
“Dominic, we agreed on nothing more,” I forcefully remind him.
I quickly check the time on my phone, noting I only have two hours to dash home, shower, and change before meeting with a client even though it’s Saturday. “I have to be somewhere.”
Searching on the nightstand, I make sure I have my purse and didn’t leave anything behind before he shifts off the bed and stands before me, completely naked. Taking a deep breath, I try to ignore how he towers over me, staring into my eyes like I’m the prey to his hunger. I dare not look below, knowing full well he’s erect and ready to retake me to prove a point.
“I have to go. I can’t be late for this meeting,” I reiterate while trying to keep my hands from touching his chest.
Taking a step back to leave the room, he shuffles quickly and latches onto my wrist before pulling me into him for a deep kiss. His tongue is forceful and steeped in passion, igniting the flame within me I have tried to control. But this time, it feels different. Perhaps, it’s the exact same kiss as always. Only now, my emotions are torn between his need to become more intimate and the possibility of what we could be because he wants out of his marriage.
The thought alone terrifies me, giving myself to him completely. The scar still remains, though hidden in the shadows and never truly leaving me.
Pulling away, I catch my breath before pushing him back. “I’ll call you later.”
I don’t look into his eyes nor turn back as I move closer to the exit. When I finally shut the door behind me, I take a deep breath to gain some composure.
Dominic is a mastermind when it comes to women. Perhaps, this is a game he plays while bored in his marriage. I’m not about to lose nor risk everything I have worked hard for.
I have to control my thoughts, not allow them to wander to a place that should never exist.
He may have rolled the dice, enticed me to play, but I’ll be damned if I get hurt in the process. There’s only one thing to do, despite my reluctance to do so.
The affair must end.
And I’ll make damn well sure it happens tonight.
KATE