“But that’s not what we agreed to.” Finally she looks at me as I pull into my parking space. “What we had was meant to be just for the week. We agreed when we got back here it would have to be over. Mostly to avoid situations like the one we just had."
Seeing the vulnerability in her eyes, hearing it in her voice nearly undoes me. “So what? Situations change all the time. We didn’t know that this connection would grow this strong.”
“But has it?” She undoes her seatbelt and hops out of the car before I can get around to open the door for her. She looks over the roof of the car at me. “How do you know that once we’re embroiled in our everyday lives that the connection won’t just fizzle out.”
I frown, not being able to hide my frustration. “We don’t know. And we won’t know until we try. It’s a risk yes, but if we don’t try, we still risk feeling regret later on.”
She rolls her eyes, a small smile playing at her lips. “But neither of us will get hurt.”
“Sweetheart if you think neither of us will get hurt if we walk away now, you need a reality check.” I take her hand and lead her to the elevator.
I’m staying in one of the empty apartments in a building that I own. It’s not a penthouse suite but it’s more than adequate for my needs while I look for a house. By the time we reach my apartment, Angela’s shoulders have relaxed and there’s more of a smile on her face.
“So, does this building have any openings?”
She’s inspecting my sparse apartment. In my defense, I only moved in here less than a month ago and it’s only temporary.
I cup her face in my hands. “Do you really want to talk about vacant apartments?”
My lips are dangerously close to hers. She chews on her plump bottom lip, mock innocence dancing in her eyes.
“What else do you have in mind?”
“I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you in your parents’ living room.”
I lower my mouth to hers. Immediately she melts into me. Her body fits into mine perfectly. Before I know what’s happening, I have her pinned against the wall. Our tongues are tangled as we explore each other. We’re wearing far too many clothes. My hand reaches under her T-shirt, her smooth skin under my fingers ignites every cell in my body. Her hands thread though the hair at the back of my neck. Her touch is like an antidote to all my troubles. I need to get her naked and into my bed—
My doorbell rings. I don’t know any of the tenants in the building and none of them know that their landlord lives in the building. The main entrance is access controlled with a password for each apartment. I shouldn’t have someone at my door without prior knowledge.
It rings a second time followed by a knock. “Guys, I know you’re in there, I can see the light on.” We both roll our eyes at the sound of Denver’s voice.
I walk over to the door and let him in. I don’t say a word as he walks in carrying a Tupperware container. “I brought dessert.”
Angela takes the container. “What do you want, asshole?”
I have other concerns. “How did you get into the building.”
“Someone was leaving as I came in.” He shifts from one foot to the other and I can tell he has more to say. “I just wanted to apologize. I’m sorry, I was out of line.”
Angela is obviously not in a forgiving mood. “Apology accepted. Now leave.”
He darts his eyes between Angela and me. He has more on his mind. I’ve known him for a long time. I know he needs to talk to me. His sister still has daggers in her eyes, though. A slight nod is all the communication she needs from me.
She rolls her eyes. “Why don’t I go and pretend I have something better to do in another part of the apartment.” Pointing a finger at her brother, she gives him an evil look. “And you owe me for this cockblock.”
“I did not have to know that.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and suppress a smile. “What’s up, bro?”
Denver makes himself comfortable on one of the armchairs in the living room. “I meant what I said. I’m really sorry. I was an ass.”
“Yeah. But why? If I didn’t think we were on the same page, I would never have started something with her.”
“I know. It’s just weird. I don’t want either of you getting hurt.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “You know I would never intentionally hurt her.”
“And she would never intentionally hurt you. But it still happened.” He leans back in the chair and crosses one leg over the other.
I look away from him. “I wasn’t hurt. I was pissed.”
My phone vibrates. I pull it from my pocket.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.”
Angela: Get rid of my brother. And tell him to just shout a goodbye from there.
I smile and look back at Denver. “I’m not the only one you should apologize to. But I suggest you wait a day or two for that.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already convinced my dad to bake a batch of chocolate fudge brownies.” His knowing smile tells me he’s not worried about his sister.
“So, chocolate fudge brownies forgives all? Good to know.”
“Yeah, it will be ready by the time she wakes up tomorrow morning.”
I grin, deciding to tease him a little. “She won’t be home tomorrow morning.”
His frown is fucking funny. “For fuck’s sake, I didn’t need to know that. You two were arguing barely an hour ago.”
“And now we’re not arguing.” My phone vibrates again. “But dude, if I don’t get rid of you soon, she’ll be mad at me again. And frankly, I know the reward for getting rid of you.”
Denver rolls his eyes. “I’m leaving.” He calls through the apartment. “Bye sis.”
When she answers him, I open the door for him. “Thanks, Denver. I appreciate the chat.”
With that he leaves, and I’m left to go hunting for my wife. I find her sprawled naked across my king-size bed. “That is the best sight in the world.”
Angela
I’m laying on my side, resting my head on my hand, propped up by my elbow. Justin’s eyes are wide and dark.
“I thought he would never leave.” I lick my lips. “And you’re still wearing too many clothes.”
I crawl across the bed and meet him at the edge. My hands snake up his torso, to his neck and finally I pull his face to mine. Kissing Justin Ellis is everything. Even though I initiated the contact he takes control. His tongue slides across mine as his hands skim down my sides, just brushing the outside of my breasts. I moan into his mouth and his hands tighten on my body. He’s fighting to control himself, but I want him to lose control. Reluctantly, I move my lips from his mouth to his neck, nipping just above the edge of his T-shirt.
My hands move under the shirt. I relish at how his muscles tense under my touch. Tugging at the hem, I lift the shirt as far as I can. He helps me out and pulls it over his head. He’s letting me take control. For the most part Justin has taken the lead in the bedroom. Even when I make the first move, he ends up taking over and rocking my world. Now, it’s my turn. My tongue and lips snake a damp path down his torso. I lick around his nipples, his navel. I particularly enjoy the way he hisses as I go lower and stroke my tongue along the ridges of his tense abs.
I find his belt buckle and undo it. I kiss along the edge of his jeans and the way his breathing increases gets me wet. I tug his jeans and boxers over his hips. His cock juts out at me, but I’m not ready for that yet. I kiss along his pubic bone and his erection twitches.
Of course, I’ve given blowjobs before, but I’ve never felt this sense of power. Knowing that I have this kind of power over him is not only a huge turn on, it’s one hell of an ego boost.
Finally, I lick him from root to tip. His head falls back and a hand rests on my head. My tongue swirls around the head, licking the bead of pre-cum that’s appeared. Slowly I lower my mouth over him. I grip the base with one hand and withdraw almost to the tip and lower myself again.
; “Fuck, Angel.” I can feel him fisting my hair, not to direct me but to ground him.
I pick up my pace and find my rhythm. I look at him and his intense gaze finds mine. I increase my speed, maintaining eye contact.
“Angel, I’m going to cum.” I ignore his words, instead relaxing my throat and taking him deeper. “Fuuuuck.”
His cock swells in my mouth and he applies a little pressure, holding my head in place. He fucks my mouth, his pace erratic. Watching him lose control has me wetter than I’ve ever been. Then he stiffens, every muscle in his body goes rigid. A loud grunt escapes him as he empties himself down my throat. My fingers dig into his ass at the intensity. When he’s completely spent, he pulls out of my mouth. He looks down at me with what can only be described as awe. “Wow, Angel.”
It takes several moments before either of us say anything else. He removes the rest of his clothing and smiles at me. “That was fucking amazing.” He pushes me lightly onto the bed. “And now it’s my turn.”
There’s no preamble as his mouth goes directly to my breast. His tongue and teeth torture my nipples while his hands find my center. “Fuck, Angel. You’re already so wet.”
Of course I am, he’s touching me. “Need you inside me.”
“Not yet.” He pushes one finger inside me, and I buck up. He adjusts his body to keep me still as his mouth takes care of my breasts and his finger pumps in and out of me. His thumb pads over my clit and I cry out. “Oh my God.”
Justin pushes a second finger inside me and crooks it in a come-hither motion. I squirm but I don’t have much room to move. Instead, I grip the comforter. He’s got me at every pleasure point, it’s all too much. My eyes roll back, and I see stars. Nothing else exists except what he’s doing to me. My entire body clenches.
“That’s it, Angel. Come for me.”
His words are like a catalyst. I cry out as my body spasms with the most explosive orgasm of my life. Before I come down completely, he smiles at me. “I’m not done.” His mouth travels from my breasts down my stomach.
“Justin, I don’t think I can take much more.”
“Yes, you can,” he says as he licks me from opening to clit. With both hands holding my hips down his tongue swirls around my clit. I clutch the comforter again, and he sucks at me. His hand moves to tease my clit as his tongue enters me. “Fuck, Justin.”
“Yes, say my name.”
Sensation soars through me again. Quicker than the first time. And before I know it, my body is spasming again. I call out his name as I come on his face.
When I eventually come down, Justin is rolling a condom over his cock. He doesn’t enter me immediately. His body covers me, and our mouths find each other. Our tastes and scents mingle, turning me on even more. I move my hips below him. His cock rubs against my already sensitive clit. “Justin, stop teasing me.”
He lifts my legs over his shoulders and slowly enters me. He’s looking down as he enters me inch by torturous inch. Once he’s entered me all the way he looks at me and starts moving. There’s nothing rushed, but it’s no less tense. He pulls me close to him to get deeper. He’s touching every part of me. I’ve never been this consumed by another human. I throw my head back and close my eyes in pleasure.
“No.” His voice is rough. “Look at me. I want to see what I do to you. And I want you to see what you fucking do to me.”
I do as he says and his pace increases. “Justin, more.”
My words must fuel him because he pumps even faster inside me. His strokes are harder and erratic. But he never loses eye contact. “Fuck, Angel. You feel so good.”
I clench around him and he moves his thumb over my clit. That’s all I need. I grab onto his forearms and my world turns upside down. I’m panting his name and I have a vague idea that he’s grunting mine. He swells inside me and I cry out as we both go over the edge together.
Justin collapses on the bed next to me. We take several long moments just laying there catching our breath and waiting for our heart rate to regulate. I don’t know what happened between us. But whatever it was, it wasn’t merely having sex.
Eventually Justin gets up and heads to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When he returns his smile disarms me. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
I say a silent thank you that he doesn’t make things awkward. Because after what happened, things could easily go that way. We didn’t have sex, or even just fuck. We made love, and I don’t think either of us are ready to deal with that. I mean we barely know each other, we couldn’t—
I think about everything that’s happened over the last week. The conversations, the sex. The way we’ve been spending time together. Fuck, it is possible. I may well be in love with Justin Ellis. I bury my thoughts and answer him the best way I know how. “Me, too.”
Chapter 10
Justin
I’m sitting in a meeting with Wyatt. He’s got the blueprints for one of the buildings we’ll be working on. We’re nowhere near the renovation stage, but he wanted to get a head start. He’s convinced with slight adjustments to each unit in the building, we can optimize the light and insulation. I agree with him. And even if I didn’t, I trust his judgement when it comes to this side of things more than my own. I’m no architect. Details of any kind aren’t really my thing. I’m the big picture guy.
Still, Wyatt insists on having my input. “And if we remodel some of the bathrooms, we'll be able to use the gray water more effectively. Of course, you’ll need to consult a plumber too.”
I grunt in agreement and continue to stare out of his office window. He really has a great view. “You probably have better contacts than me in that area.”
“I do.” He comes up next to me. “But you can at least feign interest here. What’s up with you anyway?”
“Nothing.” I answer him without thinking. It’s just a knee jerk reaction because I don’t want to talk about what’s really bothering me.
The fact that my secret wife is working a few rooms away with his not-secret wife is just the tip of the iceberg. Angela has crawled under my skin. Something happened between us the other night. I know we made love. It may have been a first for me, and not even I’m stupid enough to deny that.
I have a feeling every time she walks into the room, I get a goofy grin on my face. She makes me forget my train of thought. In all my life I’ve never been so consumed by a woman. Angela is everything. It’s scary as hell. But fuck, I don’t want to walk away from it.
I can hear Angela and Lia talking and giggling from the other room. She’s been working for Lia two days and it’s only temporary. But next week she’ll be working for Wyatt. She’s distracting as hell and she’s not even in the same room as me. Next week she’ll be right here in Wyatt’s office. Perhaps I’ll spend more time in my own office. As much as I want to spend time with Angela, I cannot let her become a distraction at the office.
Wyatt stands alongside me. “You’ve got it bad, don’t you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” He’s right, obviously, but I don’t want to talk about it. The fact that she’s a distraction is not what’s bothering me. To be honest, she’s a great distraction. No, it’s more than that. And I don't know what to do about it.
Sunday, we spent the night together. The feel of waking up next to her is something I could certainly get used to. And that’s the problem.
I took her home early Monday morning and waited while she got ready for her first day of work. After work, I took her home last night. We texted for a while before bed and I couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned all night. What the fuck was up with that?
“Look, Justin.” Wyatt had a seriousness to his tone. “She’s right in the next room. Just walk in there and ask her out. The worst that can happen is she says no. But judging by the way she looks at you, she won’t.”
“I know she won’t.”
“Then what the fuck is your problem.” He turns to look at me, but I don’t meet his eyes. “This is not rocket science. You�
�re not asking her to marry you. It’s a date.”
I sigh, wondering if I should tell him. Eventually, I decide fuck it. He may actually have some good advice. I look directly at him. “We are married.”
Wyatt’s eyes nearly pop out of his head. “What did you say?”
“We got married, our last night together in Vegas.” I run a hand through my hair. “We were drunk and found a chapel. Very cliché, I know. But yeah, we’re married.”
“Oh fuck.” Wyatt moves back to his worktable. “What are you going to do? Annulment?”
“That’s the thing.” I start to move to sit on a spare chair. “I don’t want to make it like it never happened. She promised to show me Vegas, and I don’t want to nullify any part of it. Yeah, we did something stupid and impulsive. But we still did it.”
“Are you saying you want to get a divorce or stay married?” He looks at me as if he already knows the answer. “Because a divorce would probably be simpler. But it’s not necessarily the best decision.”
“I don’t know what I want.” I’m frustrated and tired of thinking about this. “But I want the time to figure that out.”
“Then tell her that. Don’t be such a baby about it. Just fucking talk to her.”
I don’t know why my mouth keeps moving and words keep coming out, but it does. “And then something happened on Sunday.”
“What happened? Another man? Woman?”
I roll my eyes and scowl at him. “No, nothing like that. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I cover my face and let out a growl. “I’m not sure I want to talk to you about this. Especially not that part. It’s kind of personal.”
“The sex was personal?” His eyes widen again. “Oh. That. Yeah okay, I don’t need the details. But I will say that when that happens, you’re kind of screwed. But you need to talk to her.”
I smile at him. “That’s easy for you to say. You’ve got it all with Lia.”
“What I have is awesome, not denying that at all. But if what Lia and I have is your end goal, you really have it bad. Then again, we already knew that. Maybe your Vegas wedding was somewhat prophetic.”
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