Page 53 of The Bloke

Chyler: Don’t tell me... Do you love him?

Me: Am I that obvious?

Chyler: Girl, I’ve known you for almost five years.

Chyler: Of course you are!

Me: What do I do?

Chyler: Fuck if I know.

Well, that wasn’t helping… While texting with Chyler, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of two elegantly wrapped boxes on the dresser. They were beautiful—expensive. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as I thoughtthose fucking better not be for me.

Chyler: Do. You. Love. Him?

Me: Does it matter? I don’t know…

Me: It hasn’t even been two weeks.

Chyler: If you love him, and he loves you, nothing else matters. Fuck what anyone else thinks.

Me: Thanks…

Chyler: Bye bitch.

I laughed at her last message before locking my phone and dropping it on the bed again.

Did I love him?

There were strong feelings that pulled at my heart last night. Feelings I haven’t felt before for anyone. Could I?

Laying on my stomach and squeezing the pillow under my chin even tighter, I stared out the sliding glass door at the bright lights emanating from the Strip, my eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

I wanted to stay up and wait for my husband to return home from work, but I was so tired, and sleep eventually dragged me under before I ever heard him enter the room.

I woke with strongarms wrapped around my middle and a warm body pressed up against my back.

When I went to sleep last night, I felt a pit in my stomach. I wondered if Colby would sleep in the living room and start avoiding me all over again, that the past two days were nothing more than a fever dream created by my imagination.

It was comforting to know that nothing had changed, at least in terms of his proximity to me, and I snuggled myself against him, my ass grinding against his already hard cock.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll be late for work.” He mumbled with a long groan, stretching his arms out before wrapping them back around me.

I rolled to face him, his eyes still closed.

“What if I want to be late?” I teased with a smirk, raising my hand to caress his cheek and running my thumb along his stubble.

His eyes flared open from the touch, and his bright blues swallowed me whole as he lifted his body over mine, pressing me into the mattress with his weight, his hips roughly grinding between my thighs.

“Then I’ll make you late the whole fucking day, love.” He growled, capturing my mouth with his. “Is that what you want? Because it sure as fuck is what I need right now.”

I moaned into his mouth, my lower belly tensing from his words and the feeling of his hard cock pressed up against it. I could feel his Jacob’s ladder through his boxers as he rolled his hips, dragging his length along my clit.

“I haven’t called in sick since I opened, and while I want your cock more than anything...” I sucked in a breath, trying to holdmyself together, which was no easy feat considering the man on top of me. “I’m not ready to break that streak.”

He bit my bottom lip before pulling back to stare into my eyes. I was panting in desperation for him, like a bitch in fucking heat.

Colby remained quiet as he continued to search my eyes, and I couldn’t help but frown, my brows creasing.

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