Page 28 of A Method to His Madness

“I do,” I say. “I finally recognize the woman looking back at me in the mirror.”

“Take a good look, Waylon.” Without taking his eyes off my husband, Caleb holds out his hand and I take it without hesitation, letting him guide me in front of him. Less than five feet away from Waylon, Caleb pulls me back into his warmth, urging me up onto my toes so my backside finds the groove of his lap, the pads of his middle fingers slowly dragging up the outsides of my arms, making me shiver hotly. “This is what a woman looks like when she’s been given her power back. When she’s been given safety and allowed to flourish on her own terms. This is what a woman looks like when she’s happy and satisfied. Fulfilled inside and out.”

Waylon gulps. “Look, I thought about this while I was gone and…” He waves a hand around. “I don’t want to know how you fixed the girl, I just want to pick her up and take her home, so I can get to the benefiting part.”

Caleb’s chest tenses against my back. “Oh, is that what you’d like to do?”

“Yup,” Waylon stands.

“Sit the fuck down,” Caleb growls.

Waylon sits like a scolded child, red blanketing his face.

It’s everything I can do not to turn and kiss Caleb, the way my body yearns for me to do every moment of the day now. Ceaselessly.

“You think only of how you’ll benefit,” Caleb says, and I can tell he’s barely holding on to his temper. “What about her?” He gently spears his fingers into my hair and takes hold, tilting my head to the right and perching his open mouth on the curve of my neck, shooting lustful sparks every which way in my tummy. “I spent three days doing exhaustive research on this sweet angel’s needs. You don’t want to know my findings?”

“N-n-no. Like I said—”

“I heard what you said,” Caleb enunciates. “You’re going to listen anyway. This session is only getting started.”

I’m not startled when Caleb picks me up and carries me over to the other side of his desk, turns me around to face him—away from Waylon—planting me on the hard, cool wood of the furniture. Three days ago, I never would have turned my back on Waylon for fear of him striking or grabbing me before I could evade him, but with Caleb’s hard body crowding into the V of my thighs, I feel nothing but breathless excitement.

A positivity that he’s watching my back.

A giddy kind of anticipation that blooms when he slides the hem of my dress over my knees, smoothing the cotton all the way to my hips, exposing my naked sex to him. Only him, not Waylon. My husband’s point of view is my back, my spread thighs…and our therapists hands slipping out of view to clutch my bottom, jerking me to the very edge of the desk and up against his lap, causing a sob of his name to erupt from my mouth.

This situation might seem immoral and wrong to some people.

To me, it’s closure.

“She loves to be kissed, your wife.” One hand stays on my backside, the other tosses his necktie over one shoulder to get it out of the way, then cradles the back of my neck, his thumb erasing any remaining tension with sure, thorough strokes. “She’s a dreamer, hence her love of writing. She needs time to anticipate, to think about what’s going to happen. To let the moment build and come to life. She needs time to feel her body’s response. And my God…” He leans back slightly to visibly marvel at the juncture of my thighs. “She responds like such a good girl.”

I’ve started to breathe harder and harder throughout Caleb’s speech, need sweeping deeper, further into my loins. Enough to make me quake openly on the desk in front of my lover, my flesh undoubtedly soaked under his watchful eye, my nerve endings on high alert. All of me on high alert.

Any part of me that might have thought this moment would be scary or feel incorrect has been silenced. If the man in front of me is the wrong thing and Waylon is right, the world itself is backwards.

The hell with some vows I was forced to recite.

Caleb leans down, momentarily taking his cautious attention off Waylon, his mouth settling over mine, his lids drifting down as if drugged while we kiss, my lips opening dutifully, gratefully, thrills racing through my blood as Caleb’s mouth fucks mine, my core squeezing and releasing in perfect rhythm with his tongue, my legs parting further, the mewls in my throat music in an otherwise silent room.

“I’ve had enough of this,” Waylon shouts.

There’s a dominant glint in Caleb’s eye when he reluctantly breaks the kiss, his hands finding my thighs, thumbs gliding up along the soft inner flesh. “She hasn’t, though, Waylon. She hasn’t had enough.” He kisses my forehead. “I haven’t fucked you yet this morning, have I, angel? Kissed you until you were restless and stopped, so you would be nice and ready for Daddy when it was time. Now is the time.”

The couch creaks sharply behind me. “What the hell did you call yourself?”

I look back over my shoulder. “He called himself the nameIgave him.” I don’t look away. My eye contact is clear and unflinching, even when I hear Caleb’s zipper come down, the jostling of his belt. I watch in satisfaction as the color drains from Waylon’s face, leaving him ashen. I allow him to watch my eyes go molten when the smooth tip of Caleb’s shaft drags through my moist sex. “Daddy,” I whisper.

Caleb tucks himself home and drives deep, snarling a curse as our hips mash together. “Fuck.” He slams a fist on the table, his hips jolting forward to pin me. Grind. “I never get used to how goddamn tight your wife is.”

“Fuck you,” Waylon seethes.

Caleb ignores the outburst, his lower body flexing, reversing and plunging deep again with a satisfied grunt. “Normally, I’d lick her little pussy first, but the sounds she makes when I give her head are for my ears alone.” He shakes his head, the pattern of his thrusts accelerating, the desk groaning underneath me. “You missed out, Waylon. You should be jealous as fuck.”

There’s a loud creak and I sense Waylon has surged to his feet. “What the hell do you mean ‘for your ears alone’? And I missed out?I’mher husband!”

“Oh, didn’t I mention?” Caleb grits through his teeth, his body on top of mine now, my back arched over the desk while he pounds me, no mercy, exactly the way I’ve discovered I like it. Hard, relentless and passionate. No space to think, just slake the desire, become one with my body and my needs. “I’m not giving her back,” Caleb finishes.

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