Page 78 of Married to the Frenemy

“If you keep saying stuff like that, I might actually find you tolerable.”

A small chuckle escapes my throat, and I’m grateful to see the playful side of Haley again.

“That would be a shame. I should probably say something to piss you off.”

“Probably so.”

“Okay then…” I capture her lips in mine once more, my tongue teasing hers. “I can’t stand kissing you. It’s like kissing a corpse.”

“Likewise,” she pants, grinding on my growing arousal. “I can’t wait until this sham of a marriage is over so I no longer have to suffer through them.”

“And your tits are god awful.” I grope them roughly through her sundress, relishing in the way she moans and arches into my touch. “I think about them anytime I need to make my erection go down.”

As if on cue, she writhes against me with more enthusiasm, her heat searing through the fabric of our clothes. I want nothing more than to rip them off and claim her right here and now.

“And that brings me to this cunt,” I rasp as I inch my hand up her thigh, settling on top of her panties. “It does absolutely nothing for me. Hate the taste of it. Hate how it feels against my cock.”

I slip my hand beneath her panties and rub her clit with my thumb. Then I lean toward her, scraping my unshaven jawline against the sensitive skin of her neck.

“And I definitely hate how fucking wet I can get you.”

“Beckham,” she whimpers as I ease a finger inside of her. “I can’t. Too much.”

“Never, baby. There’s no such thing.”

She closes her eyes, allowing herself to succumb to the moment, her rhythm increasing in time with me.

“That’s it, Haley,” I hiss as she moves against me. “Get yourself off on me. Use me. Make yourself come.”

“Oh, fuck,” she cries out, her body convulsing around me as I slam my lips against hers, swallowing her screams.

I doubt I’ll ever tire of feeling her completely unravel. And not because I selfishly like the ego boost of knowing I affect her this way. But because, in these moments of intimacy, she lowers those walls she spent a lifetime building. Allows herself to be vulnerable with me.

Allows me a glimpse of the real Haley. The one she’s kept under lock and key for years. I’ll do whatever I need in order to bring her back. To make her see that she could never ruin my life. Not when she’s always been the one good thing in it.

“So tell me,” I say once she’s had a moment to catch her breath. “Do you find me intolerable again?”

“Absolutely.” She scrapes her mouth against mine. “And if you take me home, I’ll show you just how unbearable I think you truly are.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I practically toss her off me and peel down the street, anxious to get home with my wife.

CHAPTER THIRTY

HALEY

“Is that really a cake?” Beckham asks as he enters the kitchen, the familiar sound of Monte’s paws against the hardwood floor following him. But I don’t look up, keeping my focus on putting the final touches on my latest creation.

“It’s really a cake.”

I finish applying some of the coloring to it and take a step back, making sure it looks like a real dinosaur. I’ve lost count of the number of dinosaurs and unicorns I’ve done lately. But that’s not all. I’ve successfully managed to complete a cake that looked like a bunch of chicken wings, a fireman’s helmet, and even an iguana.

Each one of them has had their challenges, but I’ve enjoyed every second. For the first time, I feel like I’m taking control of my life instead of life constantly beating me down. This is what I’ve always wanted. To have my own business. Not have to depend on someone else for my livelihood.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it at first, I have Beckham to thank for it.

Even Oliver’s unexpected appearance a few weeks ago hasn’t unsettled me like it would have in the past. Instead, Beckham’s done everything to make sure he doesn’t come near either of us, going so far as coming with me to drop Maggie off at preschool in the morning and pick her up in the afternoon.

And every time I watch my little girl run straight into Beckham’s arms, I find myself falling for him a little more.

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