Frustrated by his change in terms, especially after getting me to this point, I said something I knew would rile him up. "Just do what you think you can, and I’ll have Christian finish the job."
His face turned white, and his eyes narrowed. I couldn’t tell whether it was rage, or jealousy since both pretty much looked the same to me. Planting his hands on the desk, he pushed himself off of me and lifted my legs into the air, holding my ankles hostage against his neck. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, bearing down to prepare for what he was about to unleash upon me.
He pounded his rigid dick into my hot pussy, like an animal in heat, fucking me raw while I hung on to the edge of the desk for support. He shifted my legs to his sides, wrapping my legs around his waist as he lifted me from the desk. His strong arms fastened around my hips as he moved to the nearest wall, slamming me up against it while he hammered his cock into me.
My head tilted back and the overwhelming heat which had settled between my legs exploded, sweeping over my entire body. My body trembled. His deep grunts followed closely behind, his body pausing for a moment as he came in me. With sweat beading off his brow, he looked at me with his enchanting blue eyes and softly pressed his lips against mine.
He broke our kiss. "Tell me I can see you again?"
"No. This was even too much."
"You didn’t enjoy it?" he asked as his lips trailed over my neck.
I smiled. "I think you know I did."
"Then what's the problem?" he asked, letting my feet to the ground.
"It's cheating. Two wrongs don’t make a right," I said, picking up my panties.
He pulled two tissues from the box lying on the floor, handing me one, while he used the other to pull off his condom.
"You know he cheats on you all the time."
"I know."
"Then why don't you leave him?"
"Have you ever known anyone to leave Christian Cerisi?"
THE OTHER WOMAN
CHRISTIAN
There was a knock at my office door. Checking my watch, I knew it had to be Cheryl. I sighed, knowing breaking up with her was going to be nothing less than dramatic.
"Come in," I hollered.
She pushed through the door, wearing her usual tight mini dress and three-inch heels. Her hair, long, brown, and straight as a bone, whipped around her shoulders as she traipsed over to my desk.
"Close the door behind you," I said sternly.
She popped her gum and rolled her dark brown eyes at me. "Fine," she said, huffing back to the door.
She slammed it behind her and walked back, leaning over the desk, letting her cleavage speak for her.
"What do you want, Cheryl?"
"I want you, baby," she whined.
"I told you. I wanna try and work it out with Lexi," I said, sitting back in my chair, resting my chin on my clenched fist.
"Let me change your mind, baby."
I turned to Rico, who had been quietly standing in the corner with his hands clasped in front of him.
"Rico, you think I should give her a chance to change my mind?"
"Whatever you want, Boss," Rico said, his gaze focused firmly on Cheryl's breasts.
I sat up and leaned into her breasts, her flesh so close I could hear her heart pounding. "What if I asked you to change Rico's mind?"
"Whatta you mean, baby?" she asked, popping her gum as she straightened her posture.
"I mean—why don’t you do that thing I like to Rico, and if he says I should give you another chance after, then I will." I chuckled.
She thought about it for a moment, looking Rico up and down. "So I gotta suck his old ass dick and let him cum on my face, then there's still a chance he says no?"
I looked at Rico. "Did she just call you old?"
Rico nodded. "I think so, Boss."
"Well?" I asked, looking at her intently. "Take it or leave it."
She pored over Rico's face, her nose cringing as she stared. "Fuck no!" she yelled. "You suck his old ass dick."
I sat back in my chair, laughing as she tossed her hair to the side and stormed out of the office.
Rico took a seat in front of me. "You really had her thinking, Boss."
"She won't be back anytime soon."
"You really gonna try to make a go of it with Lexi?" His bright green eyes widened as he spoke.
"I'm gonna try, but she's being stubborn."
"Well, can you blame her?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked angrily.
He cowered in his seat. "Ah, Boss. I just mean—well—you know. She knows about the women. She's a smart cookie, that Lexi is," he said, clearing his throat.
"She's my wife. Don't you think I know she's smart?"
"Of course, Boss," he replied. "I'm just saying, maybe she needs a little slack."
The irritation in me grew. Who was he to tell me what my wife needed? But Rico had been with me a long time, and I knew he wouldn't steer me wrong.
"Yeah, maybe," I conceded.
"New business?" he asked, rubbing the back of his wrinkled hand.
"Yeah, what is it?"
"There's a new player in town, trying to muscle in on your shit."
"Who?"
"No one knows. He's like a ghost. They call him, Il Fantasma."
"Are you kidding me?"
"No, Boss. Seriously."
"Find out who the fuck this, Il Fantasma is, and take him to the lake house."
"You wan' I should call you, Boss? When we get him—I mean?"
"Yeah, I wanna look in his eyes when he turns into a real ghost."
He chuckled. "That's funny, Boss. A real ghost."
I scowled at him, and he quickly stopped laughing.
LEXI
I drove away from Liam's office, satisfied, but with a sneaking suspicion, I was on a downward spiral. I called Celia on the way to my car and asked her to meet me at La Bella's, our favorite Italian restaurant.
She was already sitting at the table with a plate of calamari sitting in front of her. I hurried over, and popped a few in my mouth before kissing her on the cheek.
"What the hell is that smell?" she asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"Smells like hot sex with a hot lawyer," she shouted.
"Shh—what the hell?"
She leaned in. "So you're telling me you have two men trying to get in your panties?"
I shoved a couple calamari in my mouth and smiled at her.
"Shit, I wish I had your problems," she said, slapping the table.
"Damn, why do you have to be so loud?"
"So what are you gonna do?"
"What do you mean? Weren't you just telling me not to do it?"
"Yeah, yeah. I say a lot of shit. I've had time to think about it and if he can keep it on the down low, then so can you. Especially if the sex is as good as you say it is."
I nodded. "It is!"
"So when are you seeing him again?"
I shrugged. "I'm going out of town with Christian tonight. So…"
She popped another calamari in her mouth. "What! Where?"
"He said somewhere romantic."
"Shit—you are lucky as hell," she said, smacking her lips together as she ate.
"Did you order?"
She nodded, still smacking her lips, and as I watched the train wreck in her mouth, I mulled over her last comment. Lucky was a relative term. Was I really lucky to have a cheating husband? Was I really lucky that I'd turned into a cheating wife?
Pfft. Lucky.
Our lunch finally came, but just as I was about to shove a mouthful of lasagna in my mouth, my phone rang.
"Hello."
"What time are you coming home?" Christian asked.
"I'm having lunch with, Celia."
"That's not what I asked you," he said sternly.
I sunk into my chair. "In about an hour."
"Make it forty-five minutes, and don’t forget the meat for the barbecue on Saturday."
/> Celia stared at me, mouthing the name Christian while pointing at my phone. I nodded and rolled my eyes. Her lip curled up.
"Okay. I'll be home," I said, sliding the phone in my purse.
Dragging my fingernails over the clean white tablecloth, I rested my chin on my palm, pouting like a child who just lost her puppy.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Honestly, I don’t know what I'm doing anymore. He's my husband. No matter what he does, that fact still remains."
"Girl, you're makin' me crazy. You need to decide what you wanna do. You're gonna get sloppy, and sloppy gets caught."
"I know."
"No, you don’t know. If you get caught, it ain't a divorce you gotta worry about," she whispered sternly over the table. "That fucker is gonna kill you."
"Celia! Don't you think I know?" I whispered.
"Well, do something about it then."
She was right, but I wasn’t going to let her know it, so I stood up and headed out, leaving her to take care of the tab.
"What about the bill?" she yelled from behind.
I chuckled silently to myself as I walked out of the main entrance into the parking lot. Looking at my phone I realized I had wasted another ten minutes chatting with her, and I only had thirty-five minutes to run to the store and get home.
Fuck me.
Hopping into the car, my phone rang. It was Liam. With no time to deal with him, I sent his call to voicemail and threw my phone in the center console. Zipping out of the parking lot, I headed to the corner market, trying to straighten out a shopping list in my head to make the trip faster.
My phone rang again. "Fuck, I don’t have time for this," I said, grabbing my phone. "What?" I yelled into the mouthpiece.
"What the fuck are you talking to me like that for? Have you lost your damn mind?" Christian's voice filtered through the speaker.
"Christian, I thought you were Celia."
"Why are you talking to Celia like that?" he asked.
"Oh. I—"
"It doesn’t matter," he interrupted. "Just come straight home, we need to get ready for the trip tonight."
Relieved, I said, "Okay, I'll be right there."
CHRISTIAN
I hung up the phone and slipped it into my pocket as I walked to the closet to grab my luggage, but before I reached the door my cell rang.
"This better not be Cheryl," I said to myself, pulling out my phone. "Hello."
"Christian, it's Liam."
"Liam, what's going on?"
"Hey, I have some paperwork I needed you to sign for the new laundromat you're trying to buy. Are you available tonight?"
"No, I'm taking the wife out of town for a getaway."
"Really? A getaway?" he asked inquisitively.
"Yeah. I'm trying to do right by her," I said proudly.
"Good for you, Christian. Tomorrow then?"
"Yeah, we should be back around noon. Call me after that," I said, hanging up on him. "Shit, he's persistent."
I took off my shirt and began to look through the endless row of suits and button-up shirts, deciding to keep tonight casual, something I hadn’t done in a long time. It was hard always having to keep up appearances. Keeping the fear level on high at all times was something my father taught me, and his father taught him. As I got to the end of the rack, my foot bumped into a small wooden box tucked into the corner of the closet.
It was a box I hadn’t seen in years. Picking it up, I carried it over to the bed, setting it on my lap. The lock had broken a long time ago, but the box was more sentimental than anything else, so I kept it around. My father had made it with his bare hands when he was a boy at camp and gave it to me when I was about the same age. Inside of it though was where the real prize lay. The box contained pictures of Lexi and me when we had first started dating and a couple of trinkets from those dates. She didn’t know I kept these things, but why should I tell her? These were the kinds of things pussies did, and I for one wasn’t a pussy.
Shuffling the pictures around, I spied on one taken at a local carnival during the Fourth of July Festival. She was sitting on my lap with my arms wrapped around her waist. I had tickled her right before the picture was snapped, so we were both caught mid-laugh. Her hair was a lot bigger then; curly with her bangs standing at least three inches tall, she sure did love her AquaNet. Poring over the picture, I noted the same glow she had yesterday morning.
God, I miss that girl.
So carefree, but then again, so was I. Running my fingers over the picture, I realized my need to have all the money and women at my fingertips had cost me my marriage—well, at least the marriage I thought I wanted. If that wasn’t enough of a punch to the gut, now that I really wanted to try, I couldn’t help but feel like it was too little too late.
After spending years keeping her on the sidelines while I fucked any woman I wanted, what if she didn’t love me anymore?
There was an ache in the pit of my stomach I wasn’t used to. It was empty, and not from hunger. A creak at the bedroom door snapped me out of my daze. My eyes shifted from the picture, and there she stood. Beautiful. Perfect, and all mine. I shot up from the bed, dropping the box and all its contents on the floor. Marching straight over to her, I wrapped my fingers around the back of her neck with my right hand and crashed my lips onto hers. Running my left hand down the length of her back, over her ass, and under her thigh, I lifted her off the ground and wrapped my arms around her waist. Carrying her to the bed, I gently laid her on top of the comforter as I pressed my body against hers.
Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as we kissed—just kissed. It was something we hadn’t done in quite a while. Usually, I just fucked her and went about my business, but I didn’t want that today. I wanted to be present for the whole experience.
Raking my fingertips from her knee and over the flesh of her thigh, I stopped at the hem of her dress, pushing it up to expose her panties. My thumb caressed her inner thigh, working its way under the elastic of the lace material. I broke our kiss and pushed myself up on my knees to unbuckle my belt and pull out my throbbing cock. I pulled off her panties and threw them on the floor, then fell back on top of her, the head of my dick rubbing against her already slick pussy.
"Christian," she exhaled as I raked my teeth across her vulnerable neck.
"Yes, baby," I replied, pushing her knee toward the bed as I slid my dick into her.
She gasped, dragging her nails across the flesh of my back. I growled and thrust deeper into her warmth, reclaiming what was mine.
Pressing my left palm on her shoulder, and right hand on her knee, I held her in place as I slammed into her tight pussy, her walls clenching around me. She tilted her hips and screamed so loud, she drowned out the sound of my dick pounding into her.
Her wails of passion encouraged me to fuck her harder, the headboard smacked against the wall as she tilted her head back, biting her bottom lip. Hammering into her, each pass rubbing against her clit, she dug her heels into my ass as she parted her lips and silently exhaled.
Seeing her cum tantalized me. Tightly gripping onto her hips to keep her in place, my short pumps shallowed, coaxing a flash of heat to wash over me. Every nerve ending burst with pleasure as I exploded into her.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close, resting my cheek against hers.
LEXI
"What's going on with you lately?" I whispered in his ear.
"Can't a man make love to his wife?" he asked, still throbbing inside of me.
I looked into his light green eyes, still reeling from the aftershocks, my pussy pulsing around his cock.
Oh, my god. I just fucked Liam.
The guilt blew over me like a wildfire in the middle of summer.
How could I?
"What's wrong, baby?" he asked.
"Nothing. There's nothing wrong."
I was lying right to his face. Everything was wrong. I was wrong. Pressing my palms to his chest, I gently pushed
him off of me, wanting nothing more than to jump into the shower and wash the entire day away. He rolled onto the bed, and I took the opportunity to escape to the bathroom in shame.
Shutting the door behind me, I leaned against it and slowly slid down to the black Italian granite tiles. The tears began to prick at the back of my eyes, and the lump in my throat grew to the size of a softball. I couldn’t breathe, but I guess I didn't deserve to. My stomach pitted with guilt and shame, and right then and there I made the decision I wouldn’t—I couldn't see Liam again.
A light tap at the door startled me.
"Lexi," Christian said sternly.
Wiping the tears from my cheeks, I stood up trying to compose myself. "Uh—hold on a sec."
If he saw me crying I would need to explain away a lot more than just the tears. I vigorously fanned my face, staring at my flushed face in the mirror.
Fuck!
My face was flush. Why did I have to be such an ugly cryer?
"Open the door, Lexi," his voice filtered into the room.
I gave up. There was no fixing the red and white blotches dotting my cheeks. I pulled the door open to Christian standing there with a solemn look on his face.
"What's going on?" he asked, cupping his hand to my cheek.
What do I say?
Of course I had to lie. What else could I say?
"I'm just taken aback by your recent behavior. It's like when we first got together," I said in a cracked voice.
Securing his firm hand to the nape of my neck, he pulled me in. "I know, baby girl. I know. The thing is—it's taken me a long time to realize what I had all along—in you."
I lifted my head to look into his eyes. My lips parted, spilling the contents of my heart. "I love you, Christian."
"I love you too, baby girl," he said, softly pressing his lips to mine.
My fingers raked across the flesh of his back as I lost myself in him. The moment didn’t last long though, as we were rudely interrupted by his phone ringing in his pants.
Breaking our kiss, he looked at me with sincerity in his eyes. "I'll be right back."
"Can't it wait?" I asked disappointedly.
"Just gimmie a second," he said, letting go of my neck.
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