Page 20 of His Weekend Wife

He slid his finger between her pussy lips, pushing back the silken sheath to her clit and swirling his finger around the fleshy head. “You’re a liar! You know you had me by the balls. Even now they are aching.”

His wide finger slid into her body and she moaned, dropping her head to his shoulder. Years had passed since she’d been touched. Her body craved release—more than she needed her next breath. “People like us, worlds apart, don’t work out.” Her words were breathless.

“You’re on fire, wet and ready. Just say the word, bella, and I’ll put out the flames, just like old times.”

Her body screamed, “Yes!” But her logic yelled, “No!” Would he give her the money if she had sex with him? Would she feel like his whore? With more strength than she knew she had, she pushed his hand away and stepped out of his hold. She turned on her heel and looked at him, his eyes were ablaze and his jaw tight. He looked like a man struggling to swim in the middle of the ocean. “I made a mistake by coming here. You have the divorce papers drawn up and I’ll sign them.” Grabbing her purse from the table, she accidentally struck the vase. It turned, rocked back and forth, until finally falling off the table. Glass shattered over the floor, water splattered onto her shoes, but she ignored the need to clean up her mess. She hurried toward the elevator, half expecting him to come after her. But he didn’t. Declan Knight didn’t chase anyone.

Tears misted her eyes as she watched the doors close.

It wasn’t until she reached the lobby that she could breathe normally again.

Making it outside, she inhaled heavenly fresh air. However, she was almost home before the throbbing in her inner thighs was gone.

How was she going to tell Abby that she didn’t get the money?

CHAPTER FIVE

Declan knocked on the door to the apartment. The door swung open and his breath caught in his chest, remembering how he’d touched his wife an hour earlier, how he’d been branded with a need so deep, so intoxicating, that he wanted to sink his body deep inside of her and never come up for air.

Seeing her now, he realized the desire hadn’t diminished not one bit, but he was here for business and it was important to keep the line drawn between personal and professional. “Hello, wifey. So, this is where you call home.”

The seductive red dress was gone, exchanged for a loose-fitting T-shirt and sweats. Her hair was piled high on her head in a messy bun with tendrils falling to frame her heart shaped face. Interesting enough, he found her just as sexy now as he had in the fuck-me-heels and find-me-a-man-dress.

“What are you doing here?” she said through tight lips.

“Is that any way to treat your husband, bella?”

“How did you find me?”

“Google. Now can I come in?”

A long second floated by and he started to believe she’d turn him away, but then she pushed the door open farther with her bare foot and stepped aside so that he could pass. He stepped in and closed the door. The apartment was neat and tidy, and the rustic decorations were warm and welcoming. She stood in the middle of the living room, her arms crossed over her chest and her chin set in a curious tilt.

“You didn’t answer me. Why are you here?”

“Our conversation wasn’t through.”

“Oh, I think we both said enough.”

He sighed. “I had time to think after you left.” She tapped her toe in irritation. He smiled. “May I have a seat?” He pointed to the worn, flowered sofa.

She blinked. “Sure.”

He sat down and a spring popped up, poking him in the bottom. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she managed that on purpose. “Will you sit also?”

Dropping her hands, she sat on the far corner of the couch. “Better?”

“Much.” He laid his palms on his thighs. “Answer one question. If I give you the money, you won’t be in harm’s way, right?”

She didn’t meet his stare. “I’m safe.”

“I think I’ve figured a way that we can both help each other.”

“By getting a divorce?” One thin brow snapped up over her dark eyes.

“Hear me out. I’ve found myself in a bit of a situation. I need a wife.”

She jumped up. “I’m not sleeping with you for the money.”

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