Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
My eyes widened. She’d been keeping track? “Well, I know Mimi doesn’t like it. She’d smell it on me, too. So I’ve been trying not to.”
Nicole’s eyes glistened. “Please don’t smoke anymore.”
She looked like she might cry. What the fuck? I wouldn’t allow myself to speculate as to why she cared so much. But it fucked me up a little to see that she did.
“Okay,” I whispered. “I won’t.”
I returned to the table across from her as we both attempted to recover. The peace didn’t last long though. “How come you never responded to even one of my emails?”
She blinked. “Emails?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Atticus.”
“I’ve sent you dozens of emails over the past few years.”
“I never received them.” She shook her head. “Where did you send them?”
“To your main personal account—the Nicole Gellar one.”
She shook her head again. “I stopped using that account. It kept getting infiltrated by spam. I haven’t checked it in years.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah…”
“Well, shit.”
“What did they say?”
I had to laugh. What didn’t they say? Those emails were a series of brain dumps, many written in the middle of the night while I lay on a bunk traveling along a dark highway. It would be impossible to summarize them.
It was probably better that she hadn’t read those messages. It wouldn’t have changed anything. But at the time, I’d needed to let out some of my feelings and emailing them had seemed like the right choice.
“It doesn’t matter what they said.” I took another sip of wine and slammed the glass on the table harder than I intended. It did make me feel a bit better to know she hadn’t just ignored them, though. I’d always assumed she had.
“I’m sorry if you thought I’d chosen not to answer you,” she said softly.
I looked up at the sky for a while. When I turned back to her, my eyes fell to her cleavage, my mouth watering with a desire to taste her soft skin. My skin. My wife. I would never look at her as anything other than mine, even if that was far from the truth. I remembered the times we’d finished a bottle of wine together and taken our buzz back to the bedroom to fuck each other’s brains out—drunk, uninhibited sex at its finest. Something about being angry at her made me want to fuck her so hard right now. That was all my body craved. Sex with Nicole was unlike anything I’d experienced with anyone else. It didn’t matter if I lost my inhibitions with her. I could let myself go without worry.
She snapped me out of my trance. “What are you thinking about right now?”
I shook my head. “You don’t want to know.” I downed the last of my wine.
***
Thank God I was the first to wake up the next morning because my dick was hard as a rock. I’d somehow managed to avoid this situation until now, but it was only a matter of time. Since the first sight of her, my body had felt like it was on fire.
This morning’s erection was brought to you by Nicole’s supple ass. She’d been sleeping with her back toward me, but the covers had slipped down. Her pajama pants were so thin that they’d formed a wedgie. On anyone else, that wouldn’t have done it for me. But on her? Every little thing turned me on, now more than ever since I couldn’t have her. I wanted to fuck her so badly it hurt.
She also wasn’t wearing underwear. She never did to bed. With each second staring down at her, I grew harder. How I missed morning sex with Nicole—the way I’d kiss down her neck, eventually waking her up. She’d squirm and complain that she wanted to sleep more but would inevitably back her ass up against my cock, initiating sex. I’d be inside her in a matter of seconds. I missed the raw feel of fucking her without a condom. These days I wouldn’t dare have sex with anyone bare. That was a recipe for disaster. That was also one of the main reasons I never had more than three drinks. I couldn’t risk losing touch with reality—not in the world I currently lived in. But with Nicole? I’d always been able to let myself go. She was the only woman I’d had that experience with. I grew even more turned on just thinking about it, the raw, wet feel of her tight pussy. I looked down to find a damn wet spot on my shorts. Fuck. I needed to go take care of myself before she woke up.
I crawled out of bed quietly and tiptoed down the hall. Unfortunately, any time one of us used the bathroom, we ran the risk of waking up Mimi. The layout of this house absolutely sucked.