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“Don’t you have work?”
“Nope, that meeting you walked in on was me telling everyone that I’m not going to be around as much. My life doesn’t just revolve around work now; I intend on spending plenty of time with my wife.”
“Sounds good to me. Can we go and look at some possible art schools?”
“We can do whatever you want.”
Harrison
I’m fascinatedby the look on Summer’s face as I drive around the streets of central London. Every now and then she’ll point something out like it’s the most incredible sight in the world. I make all the right noises, not wanting to ruin her fun by telling her I see most of this stuff on a daily basis. I drive her to a couple of different universities and sit in the car while she runs into reception to get some information. I can’t help the wide smile that stretches across my face every time she reappears with an armful of stuff and a smile plastered on her face. I know how nervous she was about coming here and starting over once again, so seeing her delight means everything to me.
Watching her is a welcome distraction from that phone call earlier. I knew it wouldn’t take long for Rebecca to find out I’d remarried, but I wasn’t quite expecting Rachael to be that efficient. It’s a shame she’s so bloody good at her job, or I would have got rid of her by now, because she’s almost equally as good at sticking her nose in where it’s not wanted. Rebecca has no right to criticise me for getting married again so soon, let alone having the audacity to be worried about how it might affect her. She was always so lovely, and even now, when I think back to our childhood, I never remember her as anything other than kind and caring. I guess it’s why the change in her was so obvious.
“What’s all that?” Summer asks the second we step foot inside our house and find boxes scattered around the hallway. “Oh my god, is it the stuff from our honeymoon?” she asks excitedly as she starts pulling the boxes open. “Yesss…I’ll be back in a minute.” She turns on her heel and dashes out the front door before I have a chance to say anything.
Watching her head towards Danni’s place, I put the door on the latch and make my way further into the house after shrugging off my jacket and loosening my tie. The tension Rebecca caused still has the muscles in my shoulders pulled tight. Deciding I need to banish her from my head, I walk straight up to the bedroom and change before marching to my home gym. I need to get her out of my system.
I know Summer’s back in the house as I hear her banging around, but it doesn’t stop me pounding the treadmill. I lose myself while I exercise and that’s exactly what I need right now so that when I walk back out of this room I can focus on the one thing that’s important: Summer.
We still have so much we need to talk about and I know I’m putting it off, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to lose what we have, and one way or another everything’s going to change when she finds out the truth. I just wish I knew if it was going to be for the better.
I feel her eyes on me before I see her. Looking up to the mirrored wall in front of me, I find her standing in the doorway watching my every movement intently. When she realises I’ve seen her, her eyes come to mine and our contact holds. Her usually bright blue eyes darken and her mouth drops open. My pulse races even more and my cock stirs in my shorts.
Ripping my eyes from hers, I slow the treadmill and step off. She’s expecting me to walk over to her and when she realises I’m not, her face drops. That is, until I push my shorts from my hips and leave them in a pile on the floor behind me as I make my way over the bench press.
“What are you—” Her words are cut off when I drop down on the leather seat and begin working on my arms. Her gaze runs the length of my naked body before climbing back up again. “Often work out naked, do you?”
“Only when I’ve got a beautiful woman watching. I was kind of hoping she’d join me.”
“Sorry, but I’m not a gym kind of girl.”
“I’m sure I could change your mind.”
“Is that right?” Pushing herself from the door, she slowly makes her way over, her hips swaying hypnotically. Breaking my stare from her movements, I slowly make my way up over her slim waist and perfectly round tits covered in her vest.
“Take it off,” I demand, my voice deep and rough.
“What?”
“All. Of. It.”
I watch as she swallows, my words registering in her head. It takes a second but she’s soon toeing off her trainers and grasping the bottom of her vest.
My cock’s already hard for her but as she reveals more of her creamy skin to me, I have to stop attempting to work out in favour of watching her every movement. My arms still but I continue to hold onto the handle of the weights as she slowly reveals her lace bra. It’s see-through enough to give me just a hint of the dusky pink nipples hiding beneath.
Pulling the fabric over her head, she drops it to the floor as her blonde waves settle around her shoulders. Every muscle in my body tenses with my need to walk over and rip the rest of her clothing from her body. Squeezing the metal beneath my hands, I force myself to stay put and enjoy watching my gorgeous wife stripping for me.
I can still see a little of her shyness from when we first met, but every day I see her confidence grow a little as she truly starts to believe that she’s the only thing I want. I don’t think she’ll ever totally appreciate how beautiful and sexy she is to me, but I’ll make it my life’s mission to make her understand the best I can. She never needs to look nervous or self-conscious about her body around me.
My eyes drop as she pops the button on her shorts and shimmies them down her legs. I just about hold in a groan when she’s standing in one of the underwear sets I chose for her. I trusted someone else with her clothes but there was no way I was allowing anyone else to have any input on the items only I would be seeing.
“You found your drawers this morning, I see,” I grunt out as she reaches behind her to unclasp her bra.
“I did. That’s a lot of lace for one man to have in his bachelor pad, don’t you think?”
“Uh huh,” I mutter as she slowly peels the lace from her breasts.
Her knickers soon join the rest of her clothing on the floor and she stands before me gloriously naked, trying her hardest not to cover herself up if the flinching in her arms is anything to go by.
