Cybil had told me that I couldn’t ask personal questions to protect his identity, but I appreciated that he was telling me all on his own. “Why me?”
“I have personal reasons.”
“You’re the second person that’s tried to save me from myself.”
“The second?”
Was this guy jealous of someone he’d never met before? “Yes. I had this friend. Actually he’s my divorce lawyer. He’d been helping me, letting me work off my debt in his office. For the past two months we’d become good friends. He was my only friend.” My heart ached talking about him in a past tense. “He tried to offer me money to not do this. When I declined he couldn’t take it anymore. I haven’t heard from him in a week, and I don’t think I’m going to.”
While I sat there feeling sorry for myself I heard him typing. “Do you miss him?”
“Do you even care? Obviously you didn’t sign on to be my therapist. Is that what you do for a living? Are you some kind of doctor?”
“You ask a lot of questions. I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t care. No, I’m not a therapist, but I do like to help people. It’s in my nature I guess.”
“Yes,” I nodded as I said it. “I miss talking to him. He used to check on me when he didn’t see me, and toward the end of our friendship it felt like something was happening between us.”
“Your husband is having an affair. Did you do the same with this man that’s helping you?”
“We made out a couple of times, but that’s it. I pushed him away because I knew he’d be disgusted with my life choices.”
“You told him the truth? That’s surprising.”
I sighed. “Yeah. I’m not one for secrets. I need honesty, so someday I can learn to trust people. The idea of being lied to makes me sick.”
The room got quiet for a moment and then I heard typing. At the same time my phone started vibrating in my purse, in the drawer. Since it was dark I felt around until I could locate the bedside table and retrieve it.
The message was from Eli and I got butterflies when I saw the fake name appear on my screen.
Can we talk later? –E
When? – L
An hour? – E
Two? – L
Okay. At my house. – E
See you then. – L
I put my phone away and apologized. “Sorry. I had to take care of that.”
“Your kids?”
“No,” I laughed. “It was actually my attorney.”
I heard him shuffling. He typed something and stood up as it was speaking. “Will you go to see him?”
“As a matter of fact, yes, I’m going to see him in a couple hours.”
“Will you make love with him?”
“Do you really want to know who I sleep with? Aren’t you here to sleep with me?”
“No. I’m here to protect you, to make you feel like the woman I know you can be. If we have sex it will be because you want it, like when it happened before. I don’t take advantage of women.”
“Why even make me your whore? This is just a clusterfuck of confusion, if you ask me.”
“I have my reasons, and they aren’t something I can talk about.”
“How do you know me? Do you know my husband?”
“The only thing I know about your husband is that he’s a douche.”
I laughed at his reply.
“Yeah. I’ve been blinded for a long time apparently.”
“Do I make you feel uncomfortable?”
“You are the one asking a question when you haven’t answered mine. How do you know me, Frankie?”
“We’ve met in passing.”
“Would I recognize you?”
“Yes.”
I was surprised that he admitted it. “Do my kids know you?”
“No.”
“Are you from the diner?”
“No.”
“Have we spoke?” I was trying to think of all the men I’d ever met. I wondered if he was someone that worked at the doctor’s office, or possibly somewhere else. I was a mom. I ran all over the place with the kids.
“Yes.”
“So I’d recognize your voice and your face?”
“Probably.”
I was beginning to get creeped out. This man knew things about me, but him being mysterious made me so uneasy. I felt like when I left that he was secretly watching, or stalking me. “Did you come here today to just talk to me?”
“I feel like you needed a friend.”
He was right. I did need a friend, but he wasn’t who I wanted that friend to be. I wanted Eli. I needed his arms around me telling me that he forgave me for taking such huge risks. “Thank you for being kind.”
“Would you like to leave early to go see your friend?”
“I can’t cut our time short. It’s bad enough that I’m nothing like you probably expected.”
“You’re exactly what I expected. You’re too good for this occupation.”
“Are you paying me just to get me to stop?”
“I told you that I had my own reasons for wanting you. We will have sex, and it will be because you want me as much as I want you. So the answer is no. I’m not paying you just so you’ll quit. My motives are biased to my wanting you for myself.”
He was kidding himself if he thought I’d sleep with him again. Sure, the last time I’d been caught up in the moment. How many times in someone’s life were they seduced by two people in front of an audience, or however it ended up playing out? “You’re willing to meet me every week, pay me a ton of money, when you may not get anything out of it besides a sob story about a mother who sells her body for sex to get out of her adulterous marriage.”
“When you say it like that it sounds like a terrible idea.”
“Well it is.”
“I’m still not giving up.”
“I’m wasting your time.”
“Time with you is never wasted.” His words made me feel special, even if the surrounding circumstances were far from that.
“I want you to get your money’s worth.” It was true. If I wanted to take advantage of someone with money I would have taken Eli’s and stopped this disaster of a decision.
“So you’re willing to sleep with me even if I’m not asking for it?”
“Well, I’ve already slept with you. It’s not like a second or third time makes it different. Either way I slept with another man while still married to my husband. He’s out doing it to me right now. As a matter of fact he’s in the next town over right now at a shitty hotel fucking my neighbor as we speak. Why can’t I do the same? It certainly makes me feel better about what he’s doing.”
“I shouldn’t have fucked you that day. I’m not that man. Seeing you naked with that girl, touching her and experiencing such pleasure turned me on. I couldn’t watch you doing that without being a part of it.”
I felt my body reacting to his typed words. I thought back to that day and how I couldn’t control my need to be satisfied. “What kind of man are you?”
“I’m the man who pleases his woman first, who takes her places and protects her from herself. I’m the man who puts his needs second for the woman he cares about. That’s who I am.”
“You sound too good to be true, Frankie. Do you have a suit of armor and ride a white unicorn as well?”
He laughed and it made me laugh too. “I’d like to kiss you now. Would that be okay?”
I finally let my body fall down on the bed. My arms rested above my head and I closed my eyes, even though the room was pitch black with the exception of his computer screen. It was funny how I wanted nothing more than to see his face, but I’d sat there talking to him without even peeking behind me. I heard him closing the machine and opened my eyes to see that no light could be found. As my eyes adjusted I saw the physique of a man hovering over the bed in front of me. Instead of climbing on top of my naked body, he rested his to the side of mine. I felt his hands touching my abdomen and rising up the skin between my breasts. He nev
er touched them, but moved slowly up my neck, then my chin, finally stopping at my lips. His mouth went up to my ear and I heard him whispering. “Say you’re mine.”
This was some kind of role play. Obviously we both knew that I didn’t belong to him, except one day a week between the hours of ten and twelve.
“I’m yours.”
His lips brushed over mine, so slowly. At first he played with my mouth, kissing each lip separately. As I began to reciprocate, our movements intensified. We went from being side to side to me climbing on top of him. He was fully clothed, yet I was stark naked. I’d decided that between Frankie and Eli’s kissing I preferred slow and passionate, over fast and forceful. I couldn’t remember the last time Charlie had made me hot between the legs from only kisses, but that’s exactly what was happening to me. I could feel the fire igniting, and knew that even without seeing this man’s face, I could enjoy his company. I began rocking my body over his. His hands grabbed the cheeks of my ass and stopped me from moving. Then he pushed me away from kissing him. “Stop,” he whispered.
I could feel his stiff erection pressing against his pants that I sat on top of. I knew it was there. I moved my body again over top of it. “I know you want me. I can feel it pressing on my pussy. Your kisses make me crazy,” I admitted.
I felt his hand touching me between my legs. Vigorously, he began rubbing my clit. My body started to grind over his and I cried out only moments later in sheer bliss. A loud groan escaped him when he realized that he’d got me off so quickly. Then he patted the side of my hips and moved me off of him. “I have to go,” he whispered.
I sat up in the bed wondering what I’d done wrong. “Why? I didn’t ask you to stop?”
The computer opened and his back was turned to me again. I looked up at the ceiling as I heard him typing. “If you fuck me right now, will you still fuck your friend later?”
I sat up and looked at the silhouette of him. “What the hell? Are you seriously asking me that? Are you sick or something? I’ve never fucked my friend.”
“So you wouldn’t if he asked you to?”
I fell back on the bed and covered my face. “I don’t know. He’s asked me before. I just can’t. I can’t do this and be with him, while still legally married.”
“Do you want to fuck your friend, Lily?”
I closed my eyes and thought of Eli. I thought about the way his lips felt when they kissed me. I imagined what it felt like to watch his hands exploring my body. “Yes.”
“Is that all you want from him?”
I closed my eyes and thought about my friendship with Eli. We’d crossed boundaries, and even though I’d denied my feelings in the past I couldn’t help but feel connected to him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted another man. He’d come into my life by chance, but going even a few days without hearing from him had made me crazy. “No. If things were different I’d want more.”
“Thank you for your honesty.”
“Are you angry with my answers?”
“No.”
“You keep bringing me pleasure without release yourself. That’s not how this is supposed to work.”
“It’s how I want it.”
“We still have about an hour left. Are we going to finish what we started?”
“No. You’re going to go and enjoy your day with your friend. You may think that today was a waste of time, but I got much pleasure out of getting to know you more.”
I leaned back up on my elbow and faced his back. “I’m starting to feel like you’re a nice man. Thank you for telling me those things today, Frankie.”
“We’ll talk more next week, Lily. Go into the bathroom and get cleaned up to meet your friend. By the time you come out I’ll be gone. I’m going to come and kiss you now.”
“Okay.” I sat up and waited for him to reach me. Our lips met and he slowly pulled away. It was so weird but kissing him felt so natural. I was seriously losing my mind, or else I was just so hard up for affection that even a paying client fulfilled my needs.
Then I froze, having a thought come over me that was so utterly ridiculous that I felt stupid for saying it out loud. I stopped what we were doing. “Do you know my attorney? Do you work with him? Have I seen you at the office? Is that where we know each other from?”
He got up and walked over to his computer, typing quickly. “You know my name, Lily. Does anyone with my name work at the attorney’s office?”
“No.” I was being irrational.
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek before getting up and walking out of the room, leaving me more confused than ever.
Chapter 8
After another shower and getting dressed I left the hotel and headed to Eli’s house. I was so caught up in seeing him that I hadn’t thought about my client at all. When I left the hotel I’d grabbed the envelope and stuck it in my purse without opening it. It still bothered me that I was being paid by someone who wanted to chit chat about my life. It made no sense to me at all, but I wasn’t going to complain about not having to whore myself out. Sure, we messed around, but I didn’t feel as uncomfortable as our first visit, and after finding out that he’d been the man I’d slept with during my session made me feel better about my poor choices that day. Regardless of how many times I slept with him, he only would count as one person.
I pulled up in front of Eli’s house and saw that his garage door was open. After saying hello to Delilah, I walked inside and knocked on the door. Eli opened it in only a pair of shorts. His chest was bare and he had a towel around his head. “Hey. I didn’t expect you so soon.”
I couldn’t stop looking at his naked skin. It was as if I’d become a vulture. I licked my lips, taking in his hard nipples and the fact that he didn’t have any chest hair. “I should have called.”
He grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. “No. It’s a good thing. I was just getting a shower because I thought I had more time. Let me go put a shirt on. The refrigerator is full if you’re thirsty. My housekeeper was here yesterday.”
I grabbed his hand and stopped him from walking away from me. “I’d prefer it if you left it off.”
Eli got this shit-eating grin across his face. He positioned his body right in front of mine. “Is that so?”
I ran both hands up his arms, feeling like being away from him had changed something in me, or maybe it was my talk with Frankie. At any rate, I wasn’t going to keep pushing the only man in my life that mattered away. “Yeah, it is.”
Eli smiled. He grabbed both of my cheeks and brought me into a soft kiss. As he pulled away he rested his head against mine. “I missed you, Lily.”
I reached to kiss him again. “I missed you too.”
He started backing us up, kissing me the whole way, and trying to say sentences at the same time. “I’m sorry I haven’t called.”
“Make it up to me,” I said in between feeling his tongue touching mine.
Halfway up the steps Eli picked me up and carried me the rest of the way. He sat me down in a bright lit bedroom that overlooked a forest. The shades were fully open, but there were no houses around to see us. His walls were painted a medium blue, and his white bedding impressed me. I ran my hands over the down comforter. “I like your taste in décor.”
“I paid someone to decorate my house. My taste is shit, except when it comes to you.”
I giggled as he climbed on top of me and showered me with affectionate pecks all over my face. Before I could even rationalize right from wrong, I reached down and unfastened his shorts, using my feet to shove them down. His erection pressed against my legs and it was only removed when he sat up to pull off my panties. My skirt lifted and he sank down on the bed until he was in position. I watched his head fall against me, and the tip of his tongue stroking over my pussy. He sucked, flicked and lapped my sex until I cried out his name, begging him for more. Eli sat me up and removed my shirt.
I stood up on the mattress and let him finally remove the skirt. He pulled me down on my knees
and sat across from me. I reached down and felt his hard cock with my hands. The smooth skin of his erection moved as I stroked him. Eli closed his eyes to focus on my touch, and I eagerly kissed him, needing as much affection as I could get. I tried to duck down, to at least repay him for what he’d done for me, but he refused. Instead he pulled me on top of him, and lifted me to a sitting position. I could feel his bulge under my ass, and I wasn’t about to stop what was about to happen. “I want you so bad.”
He reached his hands up to my nipples and squeezed them. “Say it again.”
I leaned down and brushed my lips over his as I spoke. “Make love to me, Eli. Please.”
He rolled us over and reached down to play with my swollen sex. “I have to get protection out of the bathroom. Don’t go anywhere.”
I sat up and watched him walk to the bathroom completely naked. A giggle escaped me, feeling like I was a teen again, and experiencing sex for the first time. For two months I’d gotten to know this man. He was beautiful in every way and I was tired of denying what was happening between us. Sure, the timing was horrible, and he was going to force me to stop seeing Frankie, but for the moment I didn’t care about anything else. All I wanted to do was make love to Eli, and experience what it was like to be with a man who only wanted me.
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