Page 116 of Love Me Again

Another gruelling day of work.That office is unbearable without her. I’d rather stay in bed with Shayla. Actually, I’d rather stay anywhere with Shayla would be the correct term. Despite the stress of the trials and court Shayla is finally back to her usual self. Justice had been served. Sophie got twenty-five years, and the two fuckers got life in prison. It was over. I was worried she would go spiralling back to her depressive state while she was forced to relive the moments they tortured her. They offered to shield her away so she would face them, but she declined. The prosecutor tried to break her, blaming her for Sophie's mental state because of our relationship's breakdown, which resulted in her ‘momentary lapse of judgement’ and wanting to hurt Shayla. She even dared to stand there and lie that she was provoked, that Shayla threatened her first, and I was volatile and abusive to her throughout our relationship, which only worsened her mental state and drove her over the edge. According to Sophie, Shayla told her she would live to regret it if she didn’t leave me alone. Absolute horse shit. I had the urge to jump over the seating area and strangle the crazy shrew. Sophie denied confessing to Shaylaabout being the one responsible for my plane crash. Another lie, but that investigation is still ongoing. The truth will come out, it always does.

The whole thing was absurd, they angled for a temporary insanity plea, and the judge dismissed it, seeing right through her bullshit. Once they were sentenced, Sophie kept screaming that she would finish the job the next time as they carried her kicking and screaming. I’m thankful it’s all behind us now, but I'm still worried Sophie might find a way and come after Shayla or Alaia again. I wasn’t about to make that mistake twice. I bought a new house with high-end security, and we are due to move. Shayla will have a bodyguard with her when she’s alone while I’m at work. She downright refused, saying she could protect herself, but I was having none of it.

“I understand that you want to move and have the house guarded and protected, but I don’t need a bodyguard, Cole. I can protect myself.” She argues, glaring at me in that sexy way she does when she's fuming. I feel my cock twitch, stirring under her fiery gaze.

“You’re wasting your breath, Shay. I'll be damned if I risk yours or Alaia’s life again. We don’t know what that lunatic is capable of. I’ll die before I let anything happen to either of you.” I tell her as I stand from my desk in my home office and walk over to her. “Don’t fight me on this.” I plead, taking hold of her face, and she looks up at me, her eyes fiery. “I want you safe— and seeing as I can’t quit my job to ensure your safety personally twenty-four-seven, this is the next best option, this or I lock your arse away in the house. Which would you prefer?” I question, raising my brow inquisitively, and she narrows her eyes at me stubbornly.

“Neither.” She hisses, pulling away and folding her arms over her chest. “I don’t want someone tailing and following me around every time I want to go out. She’s locked away, Cole. She can’t hurt me.”

I roll my eyes, “Shayla, there's no saying what that lunatic will do, we can’t take her threats lightly. I’m not taking that fucking risk again. Do you understand me? You’ll have close personal protection, whether you like it or not. If you don’t, you can sit your butt at home. End of discussion.” I declare firmly, and she shakes her head, averting her gaze from mine. I sigh and pull her close to me. “Stop sulking.” I reach up to turn her head to look at me, but she pulls her face from mine, leering at me. “You’re sexy as fuck when you’re angry.” I drawl, stepping closer to her while she continues to glare daggers at me. I reach for her, and she slaps my hand away with a scowl and steps back. I don’t know how she does it, but this girl still drives me insane with desire, especially when she’s got that fire burning in the depths of her gorgeous eyes. I grab her wrist and yank her against me. “Keep looking at me like that, and I’ll bend you over this desk, sweetheart,” I whisper, leaning closer to her lush pink lips.

Shayla’s mouth curls into a slow smirk. She curls her fingers around my tie, licking her lips alluringly. “Call off your security detail, and I’ll willingly bend over the desk for you.” She states sultrily, and I stare at her.

“Not a fucking chance.” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers, my hands grabbing her hips, and she sighs, her temper flaring again.

“Well, in that case, honey, the only arse gracing your desk will be your own.” She bites and tries to pull away, but I circle my arm around her waist and pull her against me again.

“Don’t provoke me, Shayla. We’ve played this game many times, and I always win.” I whisper, dragging my lips against the shell of her ear. “I’ll have you on your knees sucking my cock so fast your head will spin.” I groan, and she stares up at me, green eyes wide, her luscious lips parted.

She grins wickedly. “Mm, we shall see who’ll have whom down on their knee’s first then, big boy,” She purrs—fucking purrs up at me, and I clench my jaw tight, staring into her eyes, fighting every urge in my body to not fuck her raw up against the wall. “If you succeed, I’ll stop fighting you on this security obsession of yours. If I succeed, you call it off. Deal?”

It’s adorable that she thinks she has what it takes to fight off my sexual advances. “Deal. Kiss to seal?”

“Dream on.” She mutters, blowing me a kiss before she spins on her heel and sashays out of my office. I watch her sexy arse as she walks away and suck my bottom lip. She doesn’t stand a chance. I give her a week at most before she caves.

After Shayla and I finally had sex after months, we’ve been at it like rabbits, unable to keep our hands off each other. As messy as our relationship has been, that raw magnetic pull we had from the very first moment I laid my eyes on her has never wavered. I’m still as obsessed with her as I was then—if not more. We’re entirely in sync when it comes to the act of love. These little games we play with one another keep that fire inside us raging. I can’t imagine spending my life with anyone else. She keeps me on my toes in every aspect of my life, and I love her madly for it.

Two weeks go by, and after a long stressful day at the office, I was happy to be home, and the smell of her cooking makes my stomach growl in recognition the second I step in through the threshold.

“Baby, I’m home,” I call out as I close the front door. I drop my briefcase on the sofa and see Alaia in her bouncer, bouncing away while she watches Moana again for the millionth time. I walk over to her and kiss her chubby cheek. “Hi, sweetheart,” I murmur against her cheek, inhaling her beautiful baby scent. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Has Daddy missed me, too?” I hear Shayla ask from behind me. I turn to look at her and do a double-take when I see her in nothing but her apron and red ‘fuck me’ heels with chocolate smeared over her thigh.

Oh, fuck me, indeed.

After the day I’ve had, a wild night between my wife’s gorgeous legs was precisely what I needed to blow off some steam. I rise to my feet and let my eyes skim over her perfect curves. “Like you wouldn't believe.” I gulp, walking over to her, then I remember our little bet and smirk as I advance toward her. She almost had me. I was ready to spread her out on the kitchen island and tongue fuck her tight pussy till she was screaming. I tower over her, and she cranes her neck to look up at me. “What are you doing to me.” I husk, backing her up against the wall, and she gasps a little when her back meets the cold tiles.

“Me?” She intones, feigning innocence, but I see the mischief in her eyes. “I made a real mess of myself while I was baking brownies,” Shay tells me smoothly and lifts the spoon she was holding covered in melted chocolate and licks it, deliberately smearing it over her lips. This woman is going to be the death of me. I sigh, staring at her lips, and swallow the saliva that had gathered in my mouth. “I’ve got chocolate...everywhere.”

I smirk, tilt her head up a little and suck the chocolate off her bottom lip and moan. “Why don’t I help you clean up...” I whisper, swiping my tongue along her lips. Shayla sighs, parting her lips for me, but I nip at her bottom lip gently as I lift her hand and suck the chocolate smeared on her fingers. “After the long, stressful day I've had at work, all I dreamt about all day was coming home and falling into your arms,” I admit taking the spoon from her fingers and dragging it down her neck. “Then I see you greet me like this...” I lick the chocolate off her neck, stopping to suck her pulse point, knowing it makes her crazy. Her head tilts back, and she moans. “Now, all I can think about is spreading you out, slathering your pussy in chocolate, and spoiling my appetite before dinner,” I murmur in her ear while I untie her apron, and it falls to the floor at her feet. “If you weren't so damn stubborn, I would have my tongue all up inside you, driving you wild. You’d be begging me to make you come while you sit on my face and ride my tongue.” I smear chocolate over her nipple before I grasp her breast in my hand and dip my head, licking it off, sucking her hardened nub while she hisses and arches up, pushing her breast up into my mouth.

“Fuck, Cole.” She moans, curling her fingers in my hair.

“Oh, baby, I want to. I want to fuck you so hard.” I take her hand and press it against my crotch. “All night long,” I growl when she strokes me through my trousers. “In every position, I can get you into.” Shayla whimpers, her face flushed when I brush my fingers through her folds, and her hips jerk at my touch. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” I hiss, pressing my forehead to hers. “Please, baby, give into me and let me have you,” I fiercely whisper while I brush my fingers against her clit, she quakes visibly.

“You’re playing dirty.” She moans, opening her eyes and looking up at me, hot and needy.

“And you’re not,” I question, dragging my lips over hers as I speak quietly. “You know what those heels do to me—you’re making me crazy, sweetheart; I can’t focus on work. I dream about fucking you every night. Give into me already, and let's stop this fucking game.”

“You give into me, and I will drop to my knees right now and suck you off so good, so hard, I’ll lap up your cream as you explode in my mouth.” Shayla groans stubbornly while she unbuckles my belt, and I bite my lip hard, watching her longingly.

“You’re killing me.” I almost sob, looking at her. I grab her hands, stopping her as she unzips my trousers. “You’re not going to break me. Not with this.” I tell her earnestly, placing my hands on either side of her head on the wall and stare intently into her eyes. “I’d rather go without sex and jerk off for the rest of my life than ever take the chance and face losing you and Alaia again,” I add and push off the wall. Shayla watches me, her brows fused as I back away. “I’m going to shower.” I turn and skip up the steps to the bedroom. While I stood in the shower, the hot water beating down on my aching shoulders, I hang my head, my palms pressed against the wall. I was feeling frustrated beyond belief. I get why she’s resistant to not wanting protection. It can be gruelling having someone follow you around constantly like a shadow, but those threats Sophie made keeps replaying on my mind, and I’m scared shitless she will try and hurt them and succeed this time. Maybe I’m being irrational and overly protective, but I just can’t risk it. I won’t survive if anything happens to them. She’s lucky I haven’t up and packed us up to move to a different country where she can’t find us.

I was lost in thought and didn’t even hear Shayla step into the shower behind me. I felt her hand run up and over my back. My semi-erect rod springs back to life at her touch, and I close my eyes, groaning when her lips follow her hand. I straighten and sigh, tilting my head back while she peppers kisses along my shoulders which tense under her lips. “Shayla.” Her hands sneak around, and she caresses my stomach, running her fingers over my abs. I cover her hands with my own. “You’re not going to break me.” I hiss when she wraps her fingers around my cock. My head falls back as she strokes me slow and steadily. “Ah, Christ, Shayla. You’re killing me, baby.” I moan and curl my fingers around her wrist before I pull her in front of me. Shayla lifts her green eyes, looking up at me sultrily, licking her lips before she slowly kneels, her eyes on mine.

I couldn’t contain the grin that spread across my face as I look down at her. “You caved.”

“I don’t need a bodyguard, but it’s clearly important to you, and if it’s going to give you peace of mind and make you happy, I'll do it.” I close my eyes and sigh in relief. I feel my entire body relax. I lean over and pull her up to her feet and take her face into my hands. “I was being unreasonable and inconsiderate by disregarding your feelings on the matter. I’m sorry.”

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