Page 49 of The Devious Husband

“Yes,” she moans, pulling on the lapels of my suit jacket, her legs tightening around my hips. “But you’re mine too, Xavier. Don’t you ever dare forget it.”

I groan, my forehead falling to hers as I take her harder, not caring that the entire table is moving. “Fuck, baby. When you say shit like that…”

As if she isn’t torturing me enough, she begins to squeeze her inner muscles, and I know I’m a lost cause. “Fuck,” I groan, unable to hold on for even a second longer as her pussy squeezes the life out of my cock. My head drops to her shoulder as I come deep inside my gorgeous wife, and she holds me tightly, not realizing just how much comfort it brings me when she hugs me like that.

I sigh happily as I pull out of her, her eyes widening when I move my hands between her legs and push my cum deeper inside her. “I want you to sit in that chair with your torn tights and my cum between your legs,” I tell her, aware of the voices I hear in the hallway near us. “Smile at Graham all you want, baby, but you’ll do it remembering who you belong to.”

Much to my surprise, my wife merely smirks at me in a way that can only be described as victorious as she helps me buckle up. She sits down moments before Graham walks in, and I take my seat next to her, my body still thrumming with lingering desire.

He takes a long, hard look at us both, his gaze lingering on Sierra’s bright red face, and I smirk as I open up my laptop, following my wife’s lead. I can barely focus on a thing Graham says as he starts the meeting, his expression clearly crestfallen, and judging by the new email in my inbox, it appears I’m not the only one.

From: Sierra Windsor

Subject: I’m yours

I would never do anything that’d make you uncomfortable, Xavier. I’d never go out for drinks with a guy that seems even remotely interested in me. I’m a lot of things, but unfaithful and disloyal don’t make that list.

I’m sorry for provoking you, but I’ve learned that it’s the only way you’ll be honest with me. It took me a while to realize why I loved our rivalry so much, why I still enjoy provoking you — it’s because you put up this strange facade any other time, refusing to speak your mind or show me how you really feel.

I don’t want you to be patient with me or choose your words carefully. The man that just fucked me on this conference table? That’s the man I want.

I want your raw unfiltered truth, your insecurities, your jealousy. I want every single thing you dislike about yourself, every single thing you try to hide. I want all of you — all the little things that make you who you are, not who you pretend to be.

Love,

Your wife

I stare at her over my screen, and her eyes meet mine, a hint of uncertainty in them, like she isn’t quite sure how her email will go over. I need to try harder to meet her needs. She shouldn’t have to resort to her little schemes just to get her emotional needs fulfilled, and I’m clearly fucking up, letting her down. I sigh as I reach for her hand and lift it to my lip, kissing the back gently, and she smiles at me like she doesn’t give a single damn that Graham is watching.

Forty-Three

Sierra

“Xavier?” He looks up from the sofa, his expression conflicted as he stares at what appears to be a box in his hands. Normally, he’d have met me halfway when I come home from work, and he’d have kissed me until I’m breathless. He’s been acting even more distant than usual for a couple of days now, and I suspect it has everything to do with me admitting that I want him to let me in. I should’ve known I was asking for too much, that I overstepped.

“Kitten,” he says, rising to his feet, the box in his hand. He seems hesitant as he walks up to me, and nerves rush through me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.”

I nod and rise to my tiptoes to kiss him, my eyes dropping to the box he’s holding when I pull away. “What’s that, and why is it stealing your attention away from me?”

Xavier throws me an amused smile and looks down. “I’ve been thinking about what you said to me, about not wanting to guess what I’m thinking, and wanting more than the carefully curated version of myself I’ve been showing you.”

I nod, my heart in my throat. “That… honestly, just forget I said anything,” I murmur, looking away.

He gently places his index finger underneath my chin and forces me to face him. “Don’t do that,” he says, his tone pleading. “Don’t dismiss your needs simply because I failed to meet them.”

I stare at him in surprise, caught off guard by his words. “I’m not —”

“This is for you,” he says, handing me the box. “Someday, I’m going to tell you all about why I’m not as good with words as you’d like me to be, but until then, I’m going to find little ways to bridge the gap between us. I know it’s not enough, but please know that I heard your concerns, and I’m working on it.”

“Xavier, you don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I spoke without thinking, and I’ve regretted those words ever since.”

He cups my face and brushes his thumb over my lip. “The things we say often are a cause for regret,” he says, his tone bittersweet, “but I’m learning the hard way that though words can hurt, the words we leave unspoken can cut just as deep. There are so many things I want to say but can’t, things you need to hear, and because of it, you’re hurting.” He pulls his hand back, and I glance at the box he handed me. “Open it.”

Xavier watches me as I pull the bow loose, his expression tormented. He’s right — if Valeria hadn’t told me about their past, I wouldn’t have understood, and I’d have let my own fears and insecurities keep us apart. It would’ve hurt even more than it does.

“This…” I stare at the book he gifted me wide-eyed. “This is a signed and personalized special edition hardback,” I whisper, in awe. “This version isn’t even out yet.” I gasp when I realize it has sprayed edges, only for my heart to drop when I open it. “It’s annotated,” I say, trying my best to mask my outrage when I recognize his handwriting. I hold up the book and raise a brow. “What is this? A declaration of war?”

“What?” he asks, confused. “I… I thought you’d like this.”

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