by Pamela Ann
“Next month. I want to enjoy having a little peace. David can be erratic. Watch out for him. He’s not really your biggest fan.”
“It’s time to rest, Mister Weber,” Nurse Anita announced.
I made a solemn nod. “Take care of the old man, will you, Anita?”
“Always, Mister St. James.” She chuckled.
“I’ll see you in the morning, Peter.”
“Weddings, what fun!” He exclaimed before he shooed me away.
I entered my bedroom and noted that the sheets were gone. The bed was stripped bare without even a pillow in sight. “I’m not amused, Thomas,” I muttered under my breath.
Moving into this house when I had one in Pacific Heights was madness. But as Peter pointed out, it was minutes away from work, and he’d rather not want Gisele to be living in this massive house all by herself. Sure, she’d have Thomas, security on the grounds, and the help, but she’d basically be alone.
Apart from my mother, I didn’t really have anyone else. As a result, I understood what being alone meant. My mother brought me up on her own since her family had long abandoned her after getting pregnant at such a young age. As did my father since he realized being with her entailed having to give up the fun partying lifestyle, and he wouldn’t have that. Therefore, he, too, left.
I let out a groan as I raked a hand through my hair before stepping into the scalding hot spray of water.
It was frustrating enough to be dealing with work, the legalities of the impending transition of power, and Peter’s terminal illness. Gisele Weber was another problem altogether.
The woman liked to rouse me.
She could switch from demure to a sizzling nymph in the blink of an eye. It was startling. But none of it mattered. I could handle her coquettish nature. Sure, she was utterly gorgeous, but I would never touch her. She was too young for my own liking. Her attempts would go unrewarded.
Rose, on the other hand…was more than enough to cater to my passionate appetite.
Instead of heading back to work, I should’ve seen her today. It would’ve been nice to alleviate all this bound stress in that tight, willing body of hers. It had been five days since I had sex. I was beginning to feel the effect of the unplanned sacrifice was doing to me.
So, when I saw Gisele’s naked body earlier, I almost lost it. Almost. She might be pregnant, but that didn’t deter my manhood from responding to her. My cock did an involuntary twitch, recalling that moment my eyes caught sight of her almost perfect cunt. Her bare kitty was the prettiest I’d ever seen. It looked untouched, unused, as if it hadn’t been broken in. But I knew better. She did her trysts secretly, resulting in her present state.
Instead of cowering behind embarrassment, the minx didn’t even have the audacity to shut her legs. She deliberately kept them apart, exposing me to that pretty little tight cunt of hers. Daring me to look, as if she wanted me to touch her—taste her.
Any man would lose it. Her body’s made for a sinner.
Those endless toned legs, long golden mane, stormy gray eyes, a smile that melted hearts, and with firm large tits that were made to be fondled and suckled... She was a bloody fucking sexpot, and it was mighty distracting.
I may be a lot of things, a wicked playboy being one of them who loved to indulge in debauchery, but I would never touch Gisele. Not only was she too young, but she was the kind a man married and respected. Not to be made into a mistress and have her brains fucked out of her. Apart from amazing sex, I had nothing else to offer her. My heart had shut off when the love of my life died.
Although I admitted the matter was rather tantalizing, but alas, my imagination should suffice. That was where I’d draw the line. It should remain in the deep gutters of my mind. I respected Peter too much to cross that sweet treacherous line. Gisele Weber was and always would be off limits. I had trained myself since the beginning not to sexually objectify her, and I wasn’t going to fail now.
Coming out of the shower, I casually walked into the closet. The marble felt cool under my feet as I paced, my eyes busy searching for something to wear. Thomas functioned efficiently, coordinating with my household staff the moment he learned I was to live here. The closet was filled with my color-coordinated clothes. Sleepwear situated at the very end, right next to a set of five drawers that were filled with go-to daily favorite Frigo no. 1 athletic black boxer-briefs. Under normal circumstances, I’d have favored sleeping naked, but I best get used to wearing something while living under Peter’s roof.
Grabbing navy blue Hermès woven boxer shorts, I put them on before running a quick hand over my wet hair. I took a deep breath then chastised myself to get a move on since tomorrow was a big day. Images of my wedding to Paige tried to surface, and it took every ounce of my will to push it out of my mind. Tomorrow, after the ceremony was concluded, maybe…maybe I’d let myself wallow and recall my late beautiful wife. But until then, I had to get a good grip on my emotions.
With my phone secured in hand, I strolled out of my bedroom and headed straight to the room across from mine. Without pausing to knock on the door, I simply let myself inside. I was immediately greeted with darkness. The only source of light came from a candle. It was situated across the room on a glass table, across from her comfortable white linen sofas. The fragrance infiltrated my nostrils, my senses. The scent was unusual—sweet, flowery, but foreign. What was it? I’d been with so many women that I’d likely know all the scents by now…but this particular one escaped me.
I took a few steps before I finally set my gaze on the sleeping form in the bed donning only a robe once again. Instead of Japanese silk, she chose a softer color, a pale blue. Gisele looked peaceful and utterly enchanting. Her long, wavy blonde hair framed her stunning face as she slept on her side. Her breasts pressed against each other, showing an ample view of her cleavage.
My cock jerked again. Behave, you savage fucker. My manhood began to painfully strain in my briefs. But I chose to ignore it as my hand grasped the end of the comforter and I grudgingly slid into bed.
I was on my back with my hands behind my head, blankly staring at the ceiling, loathing every second my body and mind clashed on what action to take next. My body implored to sheathe itself in her wetness, while my mind fought for much needed sleep.
“Mmm,” a soft, low moan escaped from the woman next to me.
My body stilled as I slowly twisted my head to the left, wondering if I had woken her. Her eyes remained closed; her soft pink full lips appeared to have parted. I watched in agony as she lightly bit into her bottom one, as if she was being pleasured.
She was dreaming…of Jack Yates.
Something feral emerged from my chest. It was violent, and it absolutely shocked me.
Bloody hell. It had to be due to the impending wedding tomorrow. It had to be. I mean, what else could it be? Any man would react in such a way. After all, she was to be my wife, even if she’d be a secret one. It didn’t bode well with me that I was sharing her bed while her dreams were filled with her getting fucked by another man.
My eyes acutely gazed at her. The candle’s reflection softly glowed on her skin. It had been forever since I was awestruck by a woman’s beauty. She didn’t need makeup or anything else to enhance her beauty. She simply was exquisite. True, I only dated the cream of the crop, one beautiful woman to the next. I’d had stunning, gorgeous, sexy, off the charts sex appeal, but never exquisite.
My heated eyes brushed about her delicate face, wondering if her being off-limits made her all the more alluring to me.
Unconsciously, my thumb rose to meet the bottom of her lip, softly tracing it. It felt soft, inviting…and deliciously forbidden.
Exquisite, the word floated again in my mind.
So, when my drastic gesture dawned on me, my thumb hastily detached from her lip as if scalded. After Paige’s death, kissing another woman was out of the question. And after nine years, the urge to suddenly taste Gisele’s luscious lips troubled me greatly.
I
t had to be the thought of her becoming my wife, even if in name only. It aroused something primitive in me.
This couldn’t go on, my mind raced. Something had to be done.
Tomorrow…I had to see Rose first thing in the morning, or I’d go bonkers. My cock needed to unload all the frustration Gisele stirred in me.
9
Jared
The deafening sound of an alarm blaring loudly awoke me. Then the warm softness of a woman’s body alerted my manhood to come to attention. My senses instantaneously circulated down south. My body hummed as my arousal became evident. Slowly peeling my eyes open, the first thing I realized was Gisele’s face was merely inches from mine. My arm slung low around her hips, her left leg clung onto my thigh while my right leg lodged in between hers…and my stimulated manhood nestled against her bare mound.
How did we end up entangled like this? Didn’t I sleep on my back? Hell, I made an inward groan as my ravenous body fought not to move away from her moist cleft.
If I fuck her slowly, would she wake up? A shocking thought bubbled out of my mind, and I immediately shut it down. Fight it, you idiotic fuck. She’s forbidden. Remember that! But my cock persisted, and it instinctively nudged farther, rubbing against her parted pussy. Again. And again. The friction too good to resist. Somehow, I couldn’t get enough. In no time, my boxers were saturated with her wetness.
Gisele made the sexiest moan, ensuing my already rock-hard member to carry on my frantic grinding. Her leg tightly secured around my hip as she met my demand. Her lips parted before those stormy crystals slowly began to open, still in a dreamy state before she shut them again. “Jared,” she moaned in that deep raspy voice of hers. It almost made me come undone.
I knew then that if I didn’t stop, I’d regret taking her. Our situation was complicated enough; adding sex into the mix could only be disastrous. My body ached as I halted my frantic movements. My nostrils flared as I tried to steady the maddening beat of my heart. “I’m sorry, I can’t…We can’t do this.”
“Don’t stop…please,” she pleaded in a breathy voice. To prove how much she wanted me, she pressed her womanhood against my hardness and began to rock her hips, resuming what I started, moaning my name as she did so. “Jared…please.” She repeated her request. “You’re so huge…It feels so good,” she breathed out before I felt a fresh new wave of slickness soaking my boxers. “We’re not really having sex…just don’t move…I’m almost,” she choked out a moan, nearing ecstasy, “…there…”
Then she came apart, creaming all over me.
She imparted a mesmerizing smile before she kissed the tip of my nose. “Thank you for being such a gentleman. I’d have died had you pulled away.” Her pussy remained glued to my soaked boxers. Gray eyes glittered with mischief. She was teasing me, and I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or fuck her senseless.
“I have to go to the doctor’s,” she began to say as she untangled herself from me. Then her eyes dropped below, grinning madly at me at my blatant pained state. “Do you need help with that? I can spare time.”
This had to stop. It was best I go the direct route, hoping to curtail this budding madness that had sprouted the second I woke up with our sexes touching. I immediately disconnected from her playful banter. My lips pursed as I shifted out of bed, shrugging as I shook my head. “It’s okay. It’ll be taken care of soon,” I stated before raising my eyes to meet hers.
Her bright smile gradually receded. “Are you going to see Rose?” she softly inquired, clearly disheartened.
Steadily holding her gaze, I didn’t cower from baring the truth. “Yes. I am.”
“Like right now?” she asked in disbelief. The glitter in her eyes vanished. She tensed, seeming as if she wasn’t sure if she should believe me, as if she couldn’t fathom why I’d commit such a thing on our “wedding” day.
Playtime was well over and done with. I had made a mistake. It was my fault that I couldn’t refuse the temptation presented before me. It could’ve been worse, but I was pleased it hadn’t come to that. “After I’ve showered, I’ll be on my way. I’ll be back before noon. Will that be a problem?” She and I had an agreement, and I wanted to ensure the deal's validity. And to also ensure the barrier between us was well erected.
Gisele appeared saddened by my response. I realized I had made the right decision by immediately thwarting whatever hopes she had from flourishing.
"No." She hesitantly shook her head, flinching a little. "I understand."
She and I stood at either side of the bed, her nipples budding against the silk, still evidently aroused. Though she tried to hide the hurt, I could tell my statement got to her. The last thing I needed was for her to get attached to me. I had nothing to offer her; best she understood that from the start. I did the right thing—the best thing.
I made a curt nod, my expression less than thrilled as I threw her a glance before planning to leave her to get ready for her doctor’s appointment. "I'll see you soon."
"Have fun," she added with her acerbic tongue before I finally left her bedroom without looking back.
Gisele’s sarcastic attitude was expected, I supposed, but instead of pondering the why, what, or how, I trudged into my bedroom and into the shower, not caring what those entailed. After all, if I started caring, I’d be damned for the rest of my life. My marriage to Gisele was for her own protection as well as the company’s best interest, which affected us both directly. As long as we both focused on what was important, she and I would be fine. Having Rose as my mistress made sure that barrier between Gisele and me would remain solidly established. It would be best if Gisele knew I had no intentions with her. By keeping her at arm’s length, we were both safe. My heart had emptied a long time ago. I doubted any woman could resurrect that part of me. Paige St. James held my heart, my very soul. And the only way I could pay respect to our love was to never kiss another woman. I’d forever be alone until my time came to an end, and I could finally join my wife and daughter. There wasn’t a day that passed that I hadn’t thought of them.
In thirty minutes’ time, I was out of the house, driving my DB 11 straight to Rose's apartment in Pacific Heights. It was almost eight in the morning. An hour or two with her should relieve me enough.
Her one-bedroom apartment was rather spacious for so little a space. Since I lived minutes away, having her close had been an added bonus. But since I was moving into Peter’s compound in Atherton, the commute wasn’t going to work for me.
Rose had come a day after the raven-haired siren had stood me up. Her name was Lexi Anne. Several times, I’d been tempted to hunt her down, but I thought better. Somehow, in those fifteen minutes, she changed her mind. Could I begrudge her for being indecisive? Not really. Maybe my desperate actions put her off when I took her roughly against the tree because I couldn’t reel in the wave of lust that overtook me when I felt how tight she was. Her muscles gripped my finger so hard I almost came in my trousers then. Lexi fired my cock like no woman could. She was all sass and a major cock tease. Her model-like figure hypnotized me the moment our eyes met. She was with me all the way. Although she had begged me to slow down, I couldn’t recall a moment when she didn’t enjoy me and what havoc I caused her willing body. But apparently, something did offend her, so much so that she didn’t have the decency to look me in the eye and confront me about it. Although I would’ve appreciated more time to enjoy Lexi’s body, meeting Rose somehow made up for Lexi’s rejection.
Once I arrived outside Rose’s place, I hastily parked before getting out of the car. I ran a hand through my hair while I pressed the button on my key holder to ensure it was secured. She ran a graphic design start-up company, so she mostly worked at home. The woman gave me a key to her place the third day I sought her, stating that I could come in and ravish her whenever I fancied. Naturally, I was pleased with her accommodating nature. What man wouldn’t be? Therefore, I took advantage of her offer and would come at all hours, and she’d readily received me without questions
asked.
Before we properly began, I laid out my terms. No kissing, no personal questions unless I was willing to share them, and my life revolved around my work, so when I sought her body, it was my way of de-stressing. I’d also require her to accompany me to events or whatever social obligations I had to attend to on behalf of the company. When I was in an exclusive relationship, it was necessary for my doctor to administer thorough testing for any diseases, concluding it with a birth control shot. Pills were too unreliable. An unplanned pregnancy resulted in Paige’s death. I couldn’t fathom another tragic incident. Lastly, it was mandatory she sign a confidentiality agreement. After Yovanna’s candid magazine interview, I wasn’t going to take any chances. Women were…conniving when hurt, and I wasn’t going to be a victim of a woman’s erratic whims for the second time. Rose enthusiastically agreed to all of my requirements without hesitation. Again, her willingness to please me made her all the more amazing in my eyes.
“Rose?” I called out upon entering her home. She decorated it in all sorts of colors. There was no particular style; she basically threw in everything, colors clashing and all. Not only was it distracting, but it was a little cluttered for my liking. Then again, it was part of her charm.
“In here!” she instantly responded before I saw her come out of her bedroom, wearing a flimsy dress that went all the way down her ankles. It had all sorts of angular cuts, making her seem like a fairy of some sort. It didn’t matter. Seeing her brought all sorts of relief within me. Her face lit up upon seeing me.
No…I was lying when I stated the part of her that charmed me was her untidiness. It was the blatant fact that she closely resembled Paige. Those big brown eyes, thick brows, and high cheekbones…They were so like my wife. Not to mention their fascination to all things bohemian. How could I resist? The moment I found her lining up at our local coffee shop, I knew then that trying to locate Lexi was out of the question. It was mad really, but I simply couldn’t let Rose walk out of that café. Some might deem it creepy, but being with her brought a little of Paige back into my life.
