Page 26 of Silver Foxed

I stare into his blue eyes. They’re so sweet, so caring. I’ve never had a man look at me like this before. Like I’m…treasured.

“It’s silly,” I say, though the words are on the tip of my tongue.

Elijah traces a cluster of freckles on my cheek. The motion causes a tickling sensation in my gut. “Nothing you could say would be silly to me, Alex.” He brushes his knuckle over my cheekbone and down the round curve of my shoulder, stopping only when he gets to my hand. Then he links them together and squeezes. “But only tell me if you want to.”

He doesn’t break eye contact with me, and I believe every word he says. He didn’t judge me for my toys or my kink. He didn’t judge me about Sean or anything I’ve told him so far. I decide I should just say what I’m thinking. If he truly thinks I’m banana bonkers, I’ll leave and go back to LA. No hard feelings.

“I, um…” I try to collect my thoughts, mulling on the best way to say this. “I was thinking that since we both want the same things that, um…maybe you’d want to play house with me this weekend?”

I think Elijah stops breathing when I finish my ask. The words I allowed to come out of my mouth seem to echo in the room. Gosh, why did I say that out loud? Who asks someone that? Apparently me.

“You know what?” I retract my hand from his. “Forget I said anything. That was silly, and I shouldn’t have said it. I’ll get dressed and let you do what you want to do for the day.” My movement on the bed snaps him out of his trance, and before I can get away from him, I’m being pinned to the bed by a very naked Elijah. A very naked and aroused Elijah.

His hard length presses into the fat of my belly, and I bite my lip as I gaze into his heated blue eyes. “You want to pretend to be my wife?”

The wetness from my mouth goes straight to my vagina at his words. My wife. Holy hell, I love the sound of that. I lick my lips and nod slowly. “We could pretend we were married, do a little role play, and see how it feels.” His cock twitches against my belly, and I smile. “I know you’ve been married before, but it sounds like it wasn’t how you pictured it?”

He shakes his head.

“I want to give you what you want, Elijah,” I almost whisper. “Will you let me?”

His lips are closer to mine now, his grip on my wrists he’s got pinned at my sides tightening. “You’ve already given me what I want, Alex. I want to give you everything you want.”

My gaze softens. How is this man even real? “Trust me. You’ll be giving me what I want,” I assure him. But what I really want to say is: You’ll be giving me a fantasy I’ve always wanted to live out, Elijah. Having a man who cares for me, who adores and appreciates me, who likes the food I cook and doesn’t judge me. Who lets me be a badass independent woman but also lets me serve and appreciate him. And he does the same for me in return. But of course, I don’t. Instead, I try to convey it all through my gaze.

Elijah releases one of my wrists and brushes his pointer finger down the side of my face adoringly before grasping my chin. “You’re an amazing woman, Alex.”

I flush from his attention. “I’m honestly surprised you’re not running away. I know it’s a weird idea.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t put yourself down for voicing what you want. You’re brave; I admire that.”

I think I turn redder. “You really don’t think it’s weird?”

Elijah’s gaze intensifies as he increases the pressure of his cock on my belly, a bit of pre-cum wetting my skin. A small moan leaves my lips, and he nips at my mouth with his.

“Does it seem like I think it’s weird?”

“Is that a yes, then?”

He kisses up my chin as he grinds against me. When he traces the shell of my ear with his nose, my breath hitches in my throat.

“It’s a yes…wife.”

Then his lips are on mine in a consuming kiss, and his cock is sheathed deep inside me.

Chapter twelve

Elijah

If this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up from it.

Alex’s gentle humming fills my ears as I sip the orange juice she poured me from my seat at the kitchen island. I can’t keep my eyes off her as she floats around the kitchen packing up a picnic basket for a beach day, the blue floral-patterned sundress she asked me to pick out for her twirling around her thighs.

I bite my cheek and think how ridiculous it is that I agreed to a beach day—I hate the sand. And lakes aren’t exactly my favorite thing to swim in, though Alex insists that we’ll be able to see the bottom. But her smile was so bright when she suggested the activity, I couldn’t say no. There was also a promise of a string bikini if I came with her. And isn’t compromise what marriage is all about?

Marriage. I’ve never role played before, but when Alex suggested it, I couldn’t help the excitement I felt, how fucking hard I got at the idea of calling her mine—even if it’s fake. It might be something some people would say I need my head checked for, but I strongly disagree. I may be older, but I’m an open-minded man. Before my marriage with Deb turned monotonous, we were sexually adventurous in our own way. Not like Alex is, but I’m not completely vanilla, either.

I’m more dominant and always have been in the bedroom. Dirty talk is something I enjoy, and it’s been incredibly freeing to let that part of myself come out after it being dormant for so long. I may have also searched the internet for what Alex liked while she got ready.

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