Page 26 of Mr. Kelly

Chapter Thirteen

RIVER

We’rein our sex bubble again. I can feel it before I open my eyes. Theodore is still in bed with me. I’d fallen asleep after the first time, and we’ve had lunch and showered since then, only to fall back into bed. We’re like Velcro, stuck to each other like we’re scared to awaken and find that it’s not real.

Theodore lies on his back, but the hand closest to me rests on my hip. He looks peaceful and relaxed. I still have moments where his attractiveness shocks me and the hints of gray only emphasize it. His lashes look darker like this. I didn’t get to watch him sleep last time. He was the one who’d awakened first. I’m not sure if he’s just tired or if it’s a sign of trust since sleeping is a vulnerable state. I watch the steady rise and fall of his chest before my eyes roam.

I cannot read some of his tattoos because they are in a different language. The 3D elephant tattoo on his hip is exposed because we’ve lost most of our covers. It looks so realistic, I almost expect to feel the tusks when I touch it. I feel a scar underneath the art and move my attention back up to the others.

I’m not an expert on scars, but I trace my fingers on the one along his ribs. I’d guess he was cut here. The raised one near his collarbone is round. It could be another stab or a bullet. I knowhis ailments have healed long ago, but I kiss the scar anyway. Theodore’s breathing changes as he wakes up. A soft smile plays on his lips with his slow exhale.

His phone rings, and he grabs one of his ear buds off the nightstand as he turns to face me. His fingers start at my shoulder, then slide down my arm like he’s never touched me before.

“Hello, Mrs. Kelly,” he says when he answers, but he’s looking me in the eyes with a smile tugging at his lips.

The mere thought of him addressing me as such makes my heart skip a beat.

He trails soft kisses down my arm as Helena talks. I know by the way he says “umhmm” that he's hardly listening. He's done that to a few overly chatty clients and employees.

"Oh, that's tonight?" He sounds genuinely surprised like he completely forgot. "An hour? Yeah, not gonna make it." Helena’s volume increases because she is not happy. "Something's come up."

He pokes my side with his erection as his fingers grip my ass.

"Dad joke," I mouth with a smile.

He smiles like he wants to laugh and pulls me on top of him.

"No," he answers Helena more firmly. "You'll be fine. You have no problem talking yourself up. No, I’m far from passive aggressive; it's a fact. You are your favorite subject." The look he gives me tells me to ride him. "Working it out doesn't mean I'm at your beck and call. You should have learned that by now. No, I’m not mad, just matching your effort.”

His hand tightens on my hip as I slide down onto him. He clenches his jaw, his eyes closing for a second as I take him all the way inside of me. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud. Never in a million years have I ever wanted to be the woman who’s secretly sexing a married man, especially not while he’s on the phone with his wife, but it's hard to feel like I’mdoing anything wrong with Theodore. I feel so much when he touches me. It’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced. His blue eyes roam over my body, full of lust and something softer, like I’m something he’ll never get over. It’s something I want but wouldn’t dare to dream of having. I don’t know if he’ll leave Helena, and I can’t be a mistress forever. Pushing the thought aside, I focus on what I can control right now.

Theodore grunts when I roll my hips, then covers it with a cough.

“I’m hanging up now. I’m busy.” Helena says something else, but his hand is on my abdomen again as he focuses on me. Theodore sits up until we’re nose to nose, trapping me in a cerulean stare. “Thank you.” It’s barely audible as his lips graze mine, expressing his gratitude. I don’t know if it’s the hormones, but it almost makes me cry. This baby is his dream. He nips at my bottom lip with such sexual promise that I almost forget he’s on the phone. “Bye, Helena. I have work to do.”

His tone is neutral, but his words make me shudder. Theodore glances back at the phone to verify the call is disconnected, then grabs the back of my head with his fingers in my hair. He kisses me hard like he’s been denied the privilege too long. I’ve never felt like I’m being consumed, but there is no other way to describe the intensity of his attention.

Like any woman with eyes, I knew he was attractive. I had to push it out of my mind while interviewing, but seeing him being broody while running the club was a bonus job perk. I didn’t think past the eye candy factor, and now I know how he feels inside of me and the way his skin tastes. I can’t say it’s love since there is so much we don’t know about each other, but I felt like an addict going through withdrawals in Atlanta.

“I used to touch myself to the memory of the night we shared,” I confess against his lips like a dumbass.

He hums like my confession is music to his ears. “I’d love to watch that.” I drop my hand between us and rub my sensitive nub, moaning at the added sensation.

Theodore leans back on his hands to watch. “That’s right, River. Fuck yourself for me. Use my dick like a sex toy.”

The huskiness in his tone is enough for me to do almost anything for him. I find my rhythm between riding him and stimulating my clit. Each pass delivers a small shock of pleasure that I feel in my nipples. I close my eyes, getting lost in the sensation while taking in the sounds coming from Theodore. It’s so hot doing it this way.

“Open your eyes,” he grits out, showing just how much he’s enjoying it. “I love knowing that I’m the only thing on your mind when you come.”

“You are the only thing that makes me come,” I tell him right before I fall over the edge.

My head drops back as I ride out my orgasm; Theodore takes advantage of my position by placing open-mouthed kisses on my throat. He sighs my name as I calm down. I haven’t lied to stroke his ego. I wasn’t known to come easily, but he gets me there far more often than most. It must be our connection. I don’t know all his deep, dark secrets, but he’s opened up to me in other ways that I don’t think most people see.

Theodore takes over from underneath, now using my body to get him there. It feels like his dick swells inside of me before he comes. He sinks his teeth into my chin as he fills me. That sensation will never get old.

I push away my other concerns. While this may not be a sustainable arrangement, it’s all I have of him for now. The rest will still be there tomorrow. Tonight, I’ll just enjoy him like he’s enjoying me and pray that the morning will not find us in an awkward space like we were the last time.

Theodore’s lawyercalled me the morning after Theodore left to schedule my interview with the Kellys. Per Mr. Kelly’s request, I am to interview like I’m a potential surrogate and not as someone who’s already pregnant. At least that’s how the lawyer said it. Now I sit in a room with two other blackish women. I say blackish, because one looks like she could be black, but I’m not completely sure and am not about to ask her to break down a damn thing. Not because I see her as competition, but because her racial makeup is her business to share if she wants.

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