“She sure is,” Adriana muses. “Lucky Julian didn’t sweep her off her feet.”
My jaw clenches at the thought of him having any claim to my wife. Then, with a slight growl, my foot pushes down on the accelerator to speed up to the exit.
“Adriana,” I warn. “Don’t start.”
“C’mon, Lex. He’s gone now. You’ve proven your point, and it’s over for him. I’m sure he will eventually move on and find someone else.”
“Can we please stop discussing him?”
“Fine,” Adriana drags. “Before you ravage your wife, are you sure you’re still free to come to the daycare with me on Friday? I just know I’ll get emotional leaving Andy for the first time, and someone needs to make sure I don’t chicken out.”
“I’ll be there,” I assure her. “Bye, Adriana.”
“Bye, horndog.”
My lips curve upward at her last comment, unable to hold back my smile as the gates to our house open.
When we first purchased the house a few months ago, it was the right decision, given we hadn’t known how sick Elijah was. Charlotte missed Manhattan, but we both agreed to raise our family in LA. The thing I love most about our house is the space for us to grow. It has everything we want, including a large yard with views of the canyons.
I park my car in the usual spot, then take a moment to compose myself. Adriana’s mention of Baker has me rattled yet again. I’m a jealous man, something I’m not ashamed of. Though more often than not, my jealousy becomes dangerous, and my thoughts become misplaced.
Yeah, I would have killed him with my bare hands if jail time wasn’t a possibility.
My key jiggles in the lock, finally unlocking the back door. Immediately, my eyes fall upon Charlotte, leaning against the countertop. She’s still dressed in the gray skirt she wore earlier and a white blouse showing just enough cleavage to not draw attention. Her black pumps are my favorite. My eyes wander to her lean legs as I bite my lip to control my urges.
Inside my chest, my heartbeat quickens, making my breathing ragged and uneven. I slow down my movements, admiring my beautiful wife, who accepts me for all my flaws and mistakes, and chooses to build a life with me.
Her big brown eyes glance up with a smile gracing her pink lips.
“Lex,” she breathes, taking me all in as I place my keys on the counter.
We need to say so many words to each other, but perhaps, for now, no more words are left to be said. Each step closer to her, I grow hot and feverish, my body hyperaware of her presence.
The desperate need to be inside her is all I can think about. Yet, unlike the other night when I was ruthless with my intentions, Charlotte’s inviting gaze explores my body as she unknowingly bites the corner of her lip.
I'm not proud of fucking Charlotte against the car and degrading her because of my own insecurities. Anyone could have seen us and more disturbingly, seen my wife being fucked. There are sick and twisted people in this world with nothing surprising me anymore.
Although she never stopped or pushed me away, and her body relaxed when I blew inside her, I should have known better.
The connection, and love, are more than just sex.
My hands reach out, cupping her face as my mouth finds hers. Her lips taste warm and sweet, as does the moan that escapes during our kiss. I take my time, gentle with my tongue, desperate to savor this moment despite my urges threatening to turn me into a beast again. Sure, I can turn her around and fuck her pussy in a matter of seconds.
But I need more.
I need toownher.
Charlotte places her hands on my chest, taking a deep breath. “I know what you need, baby.”
Her deep and prolonged stare sends a pleasurable ache all over my body. I reach out to play with a lock of her hair.
“I need to own you,” I murmur. “You know what you need to do.”
Charlotte’s hands wander down my chest and stop at my belt. Slowly, she fiddles with the buckle, keeping her eyes on me with a teasing stare. Her fingers pull the zipper down. Then she yanks my boxers down without hesitation as my cock springs free.
The sound of her breath expelling drives me insane. I’m fucking rock hard and could blow by just continuing to watch the desire etched on her face.
Her mouth forms a circle, opening the gap with her eyes fixating on me. The tip of her tongue teases against her lips as she moves forward to take me in.