Page 50 of The Accidental Wife

Shayla bites her lip, “Cole, we had this conversation. We can’t have sex. It will only complicate things between us.” She sighs, turning around to look at me. “Whatever this thing is between us has to stop. We can’t be anything more than just friends. Because, when this is all over, you’ll still be my boss, and we’ll have to continue to work together.” She explains sullenly, and I nod. She has a point. I know she did, but I couldn’t just be her friend. I just fucking can’t—I’m too attracted to her for just a friendship-based relationship.

“Shay, I hear you, I do, but when two people have this amount of sexual tension between them, it makes it impossible to be ‘just friends’ I can’t be around you and not want to touch you. I can’t look at you and not get a hard-on. It’s ridiculous. Do you know how rare it is for me to get an erection just by standing next to someone? Very. It takes a lot to get me this hot and bothered, and I can’t even remember the last time I was this affected by any woman, let alone one I’ve already slept with.” I tell her, and she smiles, averting her gaze. She’s flushed again, and I can feel myself getting hard.

“Cole, you’re just sexually frustrated, that’s it. Put any other girl in my position, and you’d still feel the same because it's only sexual. I don’t possess a magical vagina that gets men all captivated with me.” She explains with a smile when I groan.

“Could have fooled me,” I say, pulling her close and pressing my forehead to hers, closing my eyes. I lick my lips. “If what you’re saying is true, then, say we have sex again, it should diffuse the tension between us. If you claim it’s just sexual frustration, then there’s really only one way to test your theory.”

Shayla’s eyes narrow. “And what if we have sex and it diffuses nothing. Then what?” She questions, peering up at me inquiringly. I smile and look into her eyes, brushing my fingers through her hair, I cup her jaw.

“I mean,” I grin, licking my lips slowly. “I’m not opposed to keeping at it till it does,” I say sincerely, and Shayla laughs.

“I’ll tell you what,” She peers up at me, her eyes gleaming, and rests her hands on my chest. “Let’s not put too much pressure on ourselves by forcing it. If it happens, it happens. Deal?” She states with a sincere smile.

“Can I still touch you?” I ask, and she blinks up at me, narrowing her eyes.

“Define touch…”

I smile, “You know as I have been. Can I still do this…” I say, brushing my fingers through her hair, and her eyes close at my touch.

“Yes,”

“What about this…” I whisper, dragging my nose gently over hers. She smiles and nods.

“And this…” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her up against me, our lips a breath apart. I feel my heart rate spike the closer my lips get to hers.

“Yes,” Shayla whispers, parting her lips.

“This…” I breathe, closing my eyes. I brush my lips over hers.

“Ladies and gentlemen, can I please have your attention!” A shrill voice comes over a megaphone causing Shayla and me to jump apart. My shoulders slump, disappointed, and I lift my gaze to the sky. Give me a bloody break. Why are we always getting interrupted in such amazing moments? “Fortunately, there is no fire. It was a false alarm, so you can all please retire to your homes.” We hear the maintenance manager announce over the megaphone.

I lean into Shayla’s ear when she turns her back to me, “See, I told you. We could have been on round two by now if you’d listened to me.” I grumble in her ear, and she chuckles, her shoulders shaking.

“Round two?” She asks as we walk toward the building. “That’s rather promising.”

“Oh baby, let me take you upstairs and show you what this bad boy can do,” I growl, squeezing her bum appreciatively. Shayla gasps and shoves me away playfully.

“Behave yourself. People are watching.” She scolds me, her green eyes scanning the area, and people really were staring and whispering.

“So, let them. You are my wife.”

Shayla rolls her eyes. “Fake wife.”

“The marriage certificate in my drawer states otherwise, my mini muffin.” I tease, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her against me.

“Oh my God, please don’t call me that. I think I prefer sweetheart.” I grin and press a kiss to her temple as we walk toward the elevators.

“Mmm, nope, I’m digging it. It stays.” Shayla sighs, tugging on her shirt with a grimace.

“I need to shower. I’m all sticky thanks to you.” She grumbles, eyeing me with her nose scrunched up. I reach over and tweak her nose, and she slaps my hand away.

“How about I make it up to you?” I suggest leaning against the wall in the elevator, and she pushes the button eyeing me sceptically.

“Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this?” She asks, raising her brow. I shrug, smirking at her suggestively, and she shakes her head.

“I don’t even want to know.” She sighs, brushing her fingers through her hair, and groans when she finds a spot soaked with ice cream.

We make it to the apartment. Shayla and I both stop when we see the mess we left on top of the counter in the midst of our passion. I felt a tingle cascade down my spine when images of what we did flashes before my eyes.

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