I close my eyes, annoyed I didn’t even stop to think. Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me? I don’t want a family or pesky kids despite my grandfather pushing me before his death to have children.
“Fuck,” I mouth again. “I’m sorry … I was—”
“It’s okay,” she reassures me. “I’m always on top of birth control since …”
She trails off, which piques my curiosity. “Since what?”
“Uh, just since high school.”
It makes sense, unlike Kathy, who had April at some ridiculous age. It’s smart to be safe.
My hand reaches around to cup her tits. As she continues to lay beside me, I listen to her soft breaths while we fall into a momentary silence.
“Stay,” I tell her.
“Tonight?”
I turn her around, wanting to kiss her lips. “Yes, tonight. I’m not done.”
A sly smile plays on her lips. “What else did you have in mind?”
“God,” I mutter, biting my lip as I grow hard again. “Everything.”
We spend the night in a constant state of euphoria. I fuck her endlessly, on all fours again, up and against the window. We shower together, careful to protect her tattoo with a waterproof bandage, but I can’t help pushing her up against the wall and then making her get on her knees to suck me off.
As the sun rises, we stumble back to bed, and I see her slowly drift off to sleep.
“Alexandra,” I whisper, careful not to startle her.
“Hmm …”
“We can’t be seen together. You do understand that?”
“Uh-huh.” She yawns. “You’re married ….”
I kiss her shoulder again, battling whether or not to tell her the truth. At least, I can tell her half the truth.
“My marriage to Kathy is not what you think.”
Alexandra opens her eyes wide, suddenly awake. She props herself up on her elbows, staring at me in curiosity.
“What do you think I think?”
“I think you think we are ordinary husband and wife. We sleep in the same bed. We fuck each other.”
“Okay … so you don’t sleep in the same bed?”
“I don’t touch her.” I lower my voice, keeping my gaze fixated on hers. “I’ve never touched her.”
“Let me get this straight. You’ve never fucked Kathy? Like ever?”
I shake my head. “Our marriage is of convenience.”
Alexandra remains quiet, lost in thought. “We don’t need to talk about it anymore, for now. You’ve said what I wanted to know.”
My fingers reach to caress her bottom lip. “There’s only one thing I want right now.”
She laughs, slapping my chest. “I think I’m broken.”