Page 49 of The Accidental Wife

Cole

I thinkI’ve just died and gone to heaven. I want to slap myself to make sure I’m not dreaming, but that requires having to let go of her beautiful breasts, and that wasn’t about to happen. I flick my tongue over a rosy nipple and suck it into my mouth. Shayla arches up and moans, rocking her hips, grinding against my erection. If ever I had a chance to sleep with her again, this was it, she’s clearly as horny as I am, and there is no chance of interruption. She’s mine tonight.

“Jesus, Cole, what are we doing.” She whispers in a breathy tone. I greedily lick up the melted ice cream off her stomach.

“Cooling off,” I mumble, nipping at her hip and sucking hard enough to leave a nice mark. She moans, arching up and gripping the counter when I grind my dick against her pussy.

“I’m not feeling any cooler.” She sighs, biting her lip.

“Just wait…” I whisper, sliding her shorts down her gorgeous legs. I’m pleased to see she’s not wearing any underwear. Oh, fuck, her pussy is to die for. Waxed clean, plump, and pink, glistening with her juices just begging to be eaten. My dick twitches with excitement. Oh, come to Daddy.

“For what—” She lifts her head to look at me, and my tongue only just touches her clit when the fucking fire alarm starts going off. Her eyes flicker open, and she looks around the kitchen. “Oh, god! Is that the fire alarm?”

I wanted to scream in frustration and put my fist through the counter. I groan, “Yes. Ignore it. It's probably nothing.” I mumble, going for the lick, but she puts her hands on my head and pushes back while sitting up.

“Ignore it? Cole, there could be a fire in the building.” She says, looking around for her clothes. She picks up her top, trying to put it on, and I take it from her and toss it over my shoulder.

“Fuck it, let's just burn,” I growl, pressing my forehead to hers. I tilt her head up and lick up her throat. “I need you desperately, and I know you want me just as bad. I can’t take it anymore, baby. I have to have you.”

Shayla moans, biting her lip, but she pulls back and looks at me. “Cole, come on, be serious. I’m not risking our lives to have sex in a burning building.” She hops off the counter and disappears to her bedroom.

I bite my knuckle furiously, “Son of a bitch. I swear to God if it’s a false alarm, I’m going to kill someone.” I grumble, walking to my bedroom to grab some clothes. We get dressed and walk out of the apartment. I smirk when I see Shayla wiping her neck with a wet wipe, she’s probably feeling real sticky right now. Oh fuck, I was so close, so fucking close to having her.

I see my neighbour come out at the same time as us. “Sup man.” He greets me, and I nod back. He’s a model/actor. A real arrogant knobhead, I can’t stand the little prick. He looks over at Shayla and smiles at her as we walk down the corridor to the stairs. “Hi, I’ve seen you around the building. I’m Seb. You must be—.” He introduces himself, and Shayla nods, smiling politely. I glare at the back of Seb’s head.

“Married,” I say through gritted teeth, wrapping my arm around Shayla’s waist and tug her against me. “She’s my wife.”

Shayla looks up at me and back at Seb again, “Nice to meet you, Seb. I’m Shayla.”

Seb smiles and nods, “See you around, Shayla.” He winks and walks on ahead of us.

I glare at Seb as he walks away, and Shayla clears her throat. I can tell she’s fighting the urge to smile, but the corner of her lips twitch. “Now, who’s the jealous one?”

I look down at her, and she grins as we continue to walk down the stairs. “That wasn’t jealousy. I was just making it clear you’re spoken for, so he doesn’t waste his time trying to pursue you.” Shayla chuckles and shakes her head.

“So, to summarize, you’re jealous.” I roll my eyes and shake my head.

“About as jealous as you were about Sophie, baby.” I retort, and Shayla sighs.

“Bite me.”

“Not enough. I’m going to devour you..” I wink and grin at her smugly as we exit the building. Once we got to the assembly point, I look up at the building and see no sign of a fire. “I fucking knew it! It’s a false alarm,” I grumble, annoyed, running my fingers through my tousled hair.

Shayla chuckles, “Maybe it's God's way of telling us not to have sex. That’s twice we got interrupted. What are the odds of that.”

“Or maybe it was us that set the alarm off,” I suggest, and she lifts a brow at me.

“How so?”

“Our burning loins.” I grin, leaning close. “Our red-hot passion and this fiery need for one another may have triggered off the alarm. Just saying, shit was about to get really hot up there.” I explain, holding my hands up teasingly, and Shayla laughs.

“You’re something else, you know that.” She mocks, and I draw her against me.

“Oh, baby, you haven’t seen nothing yet,” I murmur lowly in her ear. I look down at her and see she’s still got a little ice cream on the back of her neck. I smile and brush her hair away before I lean in, run my tongue over it slowly and suck. Shayla gasps, surprised.

“What are you doing, Cole?” She questions, her eyes darting around to the people around us.

“You still have some ice cream on your neck. I thought I’d be a gentleman and clean it up for you,” I whisper in her ear, and she sighs, tilting her head back, giving me more room to kiss and lick her neck teasingly. “Fight me all you want, but one of these days, I’m going to have you,” I murmur in her ear and feel her shiver a little. “I’m going to give you a fuck you’ll never forget.”

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