Page 32 of His Weekend Wife

She leaned back into the chair, laying her hands in her lap. “And you didn’t leave me a choice.”

“I left you plenty of choices,” he snarled.

“It was always your way or the highway, right, Declan?” Her eyes grew cold. “You knew I couldn’t choose between you and my sister. I would have never asked you to choose between me or any of your family.”

“You thought that’s what I wanted? No, I just wanted my wife to see something outside of her troubled sister’s needs. She was dragging you down, and our relationship. She was jealous that you were happy and she was miserable.”

Drawing in a deep breath, she slid off the chair. “I might have to stay here, in your home, but I don’t have to listen to you harassing me or my family. There’s no reason for us to go there. It’s done.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m no longer hungry.”

“Eventually we will be able to communicate without it leading to an argument.”

“Well, if the only two things you can talk about are how much you despise my sister and how many women you’ve had in your bed, I’d say there’s fat chance for peaceful conversation.”

She turned and walked away, leaving him watching the sweet sway of her bottom with a swollen cock that he knew now, more than ever, wouldn’t be allowed to dip back into her ever again.

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After hanging all the clothes and putting the intimate garments into the drawers, Ash went into the bathroom and started for the shower when she glanced at the whirlpool tub. She deserved a nice, long soak. The mere idea of sinking into warm water with the massaging jets on full blast made her toes tingle in delight. And after her mini argument with Declan, she deserved to soak away all her troubles, at least for tonight.

She hadn’t taken a bath in a long time. Her bathroom back in her apartment only had a shower, no tub. And this bathroom was fit for a queen.

Tonight, she wouldn’t allow her mind to wander down the past—what she should have done. Nothing was okay between her and Declan, but she didn’t need to solve anything tonight. It was okay to give herself a small break, after all, she was here helping him.

Running the water, she undressed and hung the beautiful dress back on the hanger, giving it one last glance of appreciation before she stepped into the tub. Sinking her body deep, she guessed it’d be impossible to forget Declan completely because he seemed to always sneak into her mind when she least expected it—or wanted it. Now was no different. Her body was upside down and twisted after today’s events. They’d gone from one end of the crazy spectrum to the other in a matter of hours. Earlier she’d anticipated that he’d make love to her, against better judgment of course, but around him her logic was on vacation.

Goosebumps scattered her skin as the warm water splashed up around her hips and stomach. Sighing with pleasure, she leaned against the curved side and laid her head back. She looked out through the window, tinted for privacy, admiring the view of downtown Atlanta. The twinkling lights reminded her of diamonds. The rain had started and pelted the glass, soothing her as she relaxed into the water. Although this wasn’t the best of circumstances, she couldn’t deny that she hadn’t felt this sexy, or feminine, in years. Looking at her reflection in the window, she’d pulled her hair high on her head to keep it from getting wet, not wanting to ruin the look Analisa had given her, at least not yet. She could see the lighter streaks against the dark backdrop of her natural color. Although she would have never had done this for herself, she was glad she’d listened and let Analisa put the highlights in. She turned her cheek and looked at the dress she’d worn. Declan had found her appealing. The strain in his jaw and the torment in his gaze had been a dead giveaway. It had made her feel womanly, wanted, until things took an acerbic turn. She should have known they would. They had a lot of sour grapes between them that needed worked out.

A big part of her was uncomfortable being here, although he’d gone to a lot of trouble in making her bedroom a respite of sorts. She no longer belonged in his home though, close to him, and yet being near him made her all tingly. When he touched her he ignited a part of her she believed she had lost long ago. A woman doesn’t have a lover like Declan then lose it and feel like it’s possible to find it again.

She shouldn’t want him—didn’t need the complication. Although her body told a different story. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples bunched and throbbing, and between her thighs there was an ache that only happened on rare occasion. Truth was, she was on fire.

Remembering how she’d walked in and saw him for the first time in five years, she’d been overcome with so much emotion. She knew then what she was feeling was dangerous.

Without a doubt Declan hadn’t been a monk since she’d left him. The papers told his story and it wasn’t one that made her overcome with joy. He’d had one leggy blonde supermodel after another. They were young partiers with a desire to burn the midnight oil. And here she was, Ash was a homebody, in bed early, and rising at the crack of dawn. While the other women had people waiting on them hand and foot, Ash was waiting on others. And all this time, these women were sleeping with her husband.

Push those thoughts aside before they eat you alive.

Reaching for the loofah, she dropped two pea-sized amounts of soap from a tall bottle and began massaging the sweet-smelling crème over her chest, down her stomach and along each leg until she was covered in suds.

Tonight hadn’t gone as she’d expected, but she guessed it could have been far worse.

She paused the sponge as she pondered an idea. Would Declan keep up his relationships with other women while she was here?

Why should it matter? He was free to do what he wanted, after all, he was only her husband.

She gulped a large dose of reality. What if he brought one of the women here, to share his bed? No, she knew him. He’d never do such a thing…never. Or would he? Once upon a time she thought he’d come racing after her when she left. But no, she guessed she wasn’t worth the chase.

Dropping the sponge into the water, she dunked it, wishing she could do the same with her thoughts. Allowing her mind to run rampant would only make her miserable.

She needed to be very careful not to trust Declan. He was a stranger. They’d once shared something precious, beautiful, but it was over.

It was hard to believe that long ago she had been a seductive woman, flirting with Declan every chance she got. Although they’d been married, she had still found it entertaining to surprise him with sexy lingerie. She remembered his favorite had been a lacy, one piece with netted tights. When he’d walked into the bedroom and found her in the outfit, spread out over the bed, she’d witnessed a tortured man bursting to come out of his flesh. He’d practically ripped the material from her body as he’d taken her hard and fast, all while still wearing his suit and loafers. She’d always known how to make him feel better after a hard day.

She’d changed drastically. She used to love her body. She’d loved being kissed, touched, caressed, and stroked into orgasm. Declan had made her feel desired, sexy, capable in bed. He’d coaxed her to explore, and encouraged her to tell him her deepest, darkest secrets. It was her fantasies that had had made the Georgian nights hotter than hell.

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