Page 289 of Hateful Games

There are too many innocent lives at stake, whose reality will flip upside down.

Jasmine. Rosalie. My mother.

Mom has suffered enough and I won’t watch her go down the same depressive path again. I barely saved her the last time. She puts up a strong front and shows she is strong, but she’s also fragile.

I repress a sigh at the clusterfuck of it all.

Even now, I should be paying attention to the presentation being given by my senior project head. Yet my mind is elsewhere.

On my siren of a wife with red lips and black eyes.

She sits on my right on the long conference table. The end of my new fountain pen trapped between her teeth while she pretends to listen to my employee raving about the numbers.

No one is none the wiser.

Meanwhile, I’m attuned to her breathing slowly picking up. The movement of her tongue licking her bottom lip, biting the corner. Every nervous swallow when she senses my gaze flicking her way, roaming down the feminine vest-style top she’s wearing. The collared V neckline tempting me with a view of her cleavage.

Then there’s the squirming.

The subtle shifting of her hips as she crosses and uncrosses her thighs.

I know the reason of her agony. After all, I’m the cause of it.

Yet satisfaction nor smugness burns, only torment. While all the blood has rushed to my cock. I’m rock hard in the middle of my meeting. A fucking first for me.

I’m drumming my fingers on my thigh underneath the table to stop myself from yanking her chair closer and shoving my hand underneath her skirt. To touch the wetness I know is waiting for me.

In retrospect, I should’ve left her in my office. Instead, I brought her to the conference room since one of the topics of the meeting was going to be her pet project. The shelter for dogs. There are still a few permits pending but it’s moving forward well.

Except in my hasty decision fueled by the obsession to keep her close, I forgot she would become the center of my focus. I gave up listening when she shot me a carnal look.

“…as I said, by the end of the next quarter, we’ll quadruple our profits. We’re also hiring one of the interns, who actually came up with the idea to…”

Rosalie leans forward.

Her head tilts toward mine.

Except her pretty eyes don’t meet mine. They land on my mouth while her tongue peeks out to wet the tip of the pen. Then she shifts and squirms again.

My control snaps.

“Everyone, out.” My sharp voice cuts through the air. Their confused gazes snapping to my face. “Now!”

They all scramble at once, the squeaking and scraping noise of their chairs filling the space as they collect their papers and notepads they brought with them.

My stare is pinned on my wife, who flushes red. Her lips part in shock.

She nervously swallows when I stand. The pen clattering to the desk at the sight of my hard dick, running along my thigh. Wordlessly, I saunter to the door and lock it. Turning around, I slowly remove my suit jacket as I approach her.

“You really test my patience, dear wife.”

Rotating her chair, I take in her drunk-on-lust face. My cock inches from her lips.

“I can smell your arousal, Rose.” I tuck her hair back, tilting her jaw. “Were you thinking about my cock fucking you?”

Running her palm over my erection, she boasts, “Unlike someone, I was paying attention.”

“Is that why you were practically humping the chair like a slut?”

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