Page 42 of Prince Cheating Charming

“You’ll just have to figure it out,” she said serenely, and she stood up to pull the lawnmower cord.

It starts on the first try, and for a second she looks at me, glee on her face, a big, wide smile making her dimples pop out as she wrinkles her freckled nose at me.

“We did it!”

It’s a moment of unexpected, breathless joy amongst my pain, and Delilah seemed to realize it, because she composed herself immediately.

“I’m going to get in the pool,” she said, and started walking over.

Argh.

Watching Delilah walk away was both the best and worst thing in the world. The best because I got a perfect view of her phenomenal ass. And she was definitely determined to taunt me. That was obvious as she shimmied out of her jeans shorts to get in the pool, her round, curvy ass filling out that navy blue bikini perfectly. My mouth went dry as I saw the outlines of her cheeks as she adjusted the strings on the side.

Oh my god, I wanted to carry her to my room, pull those strings, bare her beautiful body to me, run kisses down her soft little belly, lick that round ass.

Delilah pulled off her shirt, stretching as she did so that her back arched, her perky little breasts pressed in the air.

My cock twitched in my pants. I was desperate for any sign that Delilah was relenting, but oh my God, I would pawn my crown a million times over for another night with her.

It was a pleasure to watch Delilah move, but I hated her walking away from me. I couldn’t tell if I was any closer to convincing my wife to give me another chance and time was running out. The month was almost over.

I had to cling onto the tiny fragile threads of hope I had.

For a moment, I thought I might have detected a slight change in her breath when our fingers touched. Did she feel the same spark I did, the same connection and electricity between us?

It was agony not to know.

I walked over to the pool, pulling my own soaked shirt off, seeing if Delilah would look over at me. She didn’t, and maybe I was just a desperate idiot, but I thought I saw her make a little shiver as I dove into the sparkling blue waters.

CHAPTER 18

Delilah

That night I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sleep in, tossing and turning. It was a hot night, but that wasn’t the reason. I was boiling up, my skin feeling heated and prickly, and no matter which position I tried I could not get comfortable.

Finally, I flopped on my back, staring at my ceiling with the diamond chandelier, and I had to face the truth.

I missed Alexander.

Gritting my teeth, I stared at the cold hard dirty truth. Even though I was not going to stay in Norjava, I missed him.

Are you happy? I asked my subconscious irritably. I admitted it.

Before I learned that he was a disgusting cheater, I had loved sleeping next to him, the delicious way he smelled, the way he would pull me tightly against his chest, his lips falling to my neck, kissing and tickling me until I squealed with joy, usually getting hard again even if we’d just had sex, rolling me on top of his belly and kissing me while he thrust inside me with long, smooth strokes.

His kisses were incredible, making my body liquid, making my arms shake with the firm pressure, the feel of his tongue teasing my lips, tangling with my own.

But then like a jackass I was always left with a throbbing pussy! I reminded myself fiercely. He was a good kisser but a selfish lover and that was that.

And my core was heated now, almost painfully throbbing with pressure.

I slipped my hands down my panties, feeling how wet I was there, eagerly circling my clit with hasty fingers.

Maybe if I came I could finally go to sleep.

Of course, it had nothing to do with anything that had happened, or Alexander at all.

Definitely nothing to do with how he had looked tonight, the white shirt sticking to his chest, how broad his shoulders were when he bent over the lawnmower. Or how the callouses on his fingertips had brushed by my bare knees.

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