Page 69 of Choosing Hope
I cast my eyes around my luxurious hotel room. Carlo’s got a point, but my solution would be quicker.
“Travis would never go for it. Besides, I havesomeself-control.”
He laughs darkly. “You’ve certainly done a good job of staying away from me for the last few years.”
My throat is constricted.
“You know why,” I huff.
“No, I don’t,” he whispers. “I miss you. Friday night showed how perfect we are together.”
“Carlo, don’t do this to me. I can’t—” I rub my hand over the tension in my neck that seems to be my constant companion. “You know Sophie’s opinion on it.”
“She isn’t against our relationship. Stop with the fucking smokescreens and talk to your wife.”
“For her to have said what she said, she must have thought it.”
“Really, after three and a half years you’re still bringing this up? Is this not more likely to be about the fact that you’re missing us?”
“Full of yourself much?” I spit.
“We’ve gone over this. Don’t give me your shit, Spencer,” he hisses.
I slump back, stunned.
“Sorry to break it to you, sweetheart,” my tone drips with sarcasm, “but you have nothing to do with this.”
“Really?” he challenges me. “You’ll be up for a night out again when you’re back then. Just the two of us.”
“You’re supposed to be helping me sort out my marriage—”
“I am,” he states with adamant determination. Then his voice drops, softening. “You get restless when we haven’t been together for a long time, don’t you?”
I hum.
“Feel an itch that you can’t scratch?”
I swallow, refusing to make a sound.
“If you want me to do this, that is my price. One more night, and if you genuinely don’t feel better afterward, I’ll never mention it again.”
“I have little choice, do I?”
“You always have a choice. I love you, Compagno. I’d never ask you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, but...” His tone is like treacle. “I’ve seen the way you watch my cock sinking into the women we fuck. I know you want it, just like I want you.”
My dick hardens with the visual he creates.
“You’re hard now, aren’t you? I bet you wish I were there to suck your fat cock.”
“You’re a bastard,” I whisper.
“A bastard who has a cock as hard as rock and who is alone in a house with your horny as fuck wife,” he drawls.
“What are you going to do?” I murmur, squeezing my dick through my trousers.
“First, I’m going to lick her clean, and then make her dirty. I’m going to fill every hole with my cum, and by the time we pick up Lily from school, she’ll be so fucking sore.”
His smug grin beams down the phone line.
