Page 65 of Captivated By Him

Good point.

Dominik gets to the car—my father is already seated inside—and turns to me. “Let me ask you this. If divorcing Nicole and handing her over to the Kaczmareks would make this all go away—”

“Don’t fucking finish your question,” I cut him off before he says something that requires me to throw my fist into his face.

A knowing grin crosses his lips.

“Guess I don’t need to.” He pats the side of my face like he did when I was younger and he wanted to remind me who was the oldest.

“If you boys are done playing around, I’d like to get going. It’s hot as hell,” Joseph calls from inside the car.

“Daddy’s calling you, better go.” I step out of the way so Dominik can climb in and shut the door.

“We’ll see you at the club.” He ducks into the car and I head to mine.

It’s early still. I’ve neglected the other clubs these past weeks, and I promised Nora I’d stop at them to at least show my face. I have to make the rounds before I can head home.

Clubbing never seemed like such a chore before. Hanging around the music, the beautiful women, was always more preferable than going home. But that was before Nicole.

Nothing since she walked back into my life has been the same. And I’m not so much a stubborn idiot not to recognize it.

“Let’s get this over with,” I mutter as my driver pulls out into the street and heads to the first club. It will be at least four hours before I get to go home to my wife.

A fact that puts me in a sour mood.

Chapter 19

It’s past midnight when Jakub gets home. My stomach flutters when I hear the elevator doors, then his even stride as he makes his way through the first floor. I haven’t seen him all day and our text messages have been scarce.

My anxiety over what I have planned twists my stomach into knots with every sound of him moving around downstairs.

I move to the bedroom door and open it enough to get a glimpse of my husband. He pours himself a glass of orange juice from the fridge, drops his suit jacket over the back of the couch, stops and picks up a pillow.

He had no objections to the new towels I put in the master bathroom, so I didn’t think he’d mind if I added a few throw pillows in the living room. Nerves rattle me as he checks out the new addition. He can’t possibly have an objection—can he?

Tossing the pillow back on the couch, he downs his juice and leaves the empty glass on the end table. When he reaches the stairs, I quietly shut the door and hurry back to the bed.

Glancing at the clock again, I wonder if I’ve made a mistake. It’s past midnight. He has to be tired. This was stupid. Maybe I shouldn’t have done this. What if he thinks I’m being silly? If he laughs, I’ll have to kill him.

The door opens and Jakub’s surprised eyes meet mine. I’m kneeling on the bed, my knees spread, my palms down and chin held high.

The same position he once put me into when we played around years ago. He left me like this, then went to take a shower and made me hold it until he came back. My pussy drooled on the bedding waiting for him to come back and fuck me senseless.

He probably thought I’d forgotten.

“What’s this?” he asks with a smile in his voice.

I swallow. “Welcome home?” I tilt my head to the side.

He chuckles and comes to stand at the foot of the bed. With smooth movements, he unbuttons his shirt, pulls it from his pants, and tosses it to the floor. He’s wearing a white tank top beneath; a thin gold chain with a cross dangling from it hangs around his neck.

He’s lean, but muscular, and the white tank is stretched across his pec muscles. His pants hang off his hips in a way that makes me want to tug them down lower and lower until they show me what I’m really after tonight.

Jakub puts his hands on his hips as he stares at me, and hunger quickly replaces the tiredness of his eyes.

“And what should I do with you now?” he asks. I bite my lower lip.

“Well, I have an idea.” My throat closes around my teasing words.

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