Page 89 of The Accidental Wife

After the slowest dinner ever, Sophie and I drove back to my place. I'm currently stood out on my terrace, looking out at the city before me, sipping on a scotch. I don't usually drink much, but lately, a couple of glasses of scotch a night seems to help take the edge off, and I can get some sleep. I start out of my thoughts when I feel Sophie's arms wrap around me from behind. I turn around and look at her, her beautiful blue eyes gazing up at me lovingly. She was dressed in sexy lingerie, a red lacy number that shows off her slender figure.

"Hi," She breathes, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Hey." I greet, brushing her shoulder-length blonde hair off her shoulder before I wrap my arms around her, drawing her against me. "You look beautiful."

Sophie smiles up at me, sultrily, "Oh yeah, maybe you should take me to bed then, stud." She whispers, leaning in to kiss me, but I freeze when she calls me 'stud.' That's what Shayla used to call me. I shake off the thoughts of her and meet Sophies waiting lips. She moans when I swipe my tongue along her bottom lip before I dip my tongue into her mouth seeking out her own.

My brain does this weird thing where it flickers, and I taste Shayla's lips and hear her breathy moans. "Cole..." Wait. Sophie doesn't call me that. Shayla. I groan and toss the glass in my hand aside, and bruise her lips with an ardent kiss. I lift her into my arms, lips still locked, and walk to my bedroom. I lay her down on my bed and look down at her with heavy-lidded eyes, her gorgeous green eyes watching me. Her fingers begin unbuttoning my shirt, and she pushes it off my shoulders before she leans up and brushes her luscious lips over mine.

"Fuck, baby, I've missed you like crazy." I breathe into her mouth, and she moans, flicking her tongue over mine teasingly while her hands trail down my back, leaving a trail of fire behind. I pull back a little panting, and she whimpers in protest when I stop kissing her. My fingers find the clips holding her outfit together, and I tear it open with a growl. She grins up at me, panting. I let my eyes roam over her natural breasts and lean down, taking a hardened nipple into my mouth and sucking it hard just like she loves. She arches up into my mouth and cries out, her slender fingers curling into my hair as I leave open-mouthed kisses down her stomach, to my most favourite part. I keep my eyes on her as I spread her legs open.

She lifts her head and looks down at me, her chest rising and falling with every quick breath she took. I run my tongue torturously slow up her slit relishing in her taste. I moan throatily and hold her hips as she rocks her pussy against my tongue, seeking more contact.

"Colee…" She whimpers, rolling her hips up, rubbing herself against my mouth. "Yes, baby, yes," I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue before I suck it hard, and she screams in pleasure as she climaxes. I moan against her when I feel her clit pulsing against my tongue with every wave of her orgasm. She collapses on the bed breathless while I drink up her tasty girl come. Once her body stops quivering, she grabs my head and yanks me up, kissing me hard and deep, moaning when she tastes herself on my tongue. "You're incredible, baby." She breathes, biting, and tugging my bottom lip before she rolls me over and straddles me.

I don't take my eyes off her, not for a damn second while she kisses down my chest, her fingers tug open the buttons to my jeans and pull them down my legs along with my boxers. She licks her lips avidly, her eyes skimming over my fully erect member.

I hiss when she wraps her fingers around the base and strokes up the length. "Oh baby, yes, fuck, you have no idea how much I've missed your touch." I exhale, biting my lip, looking at her while she wraps her lips around me. "Oh god…" I moan, closing my eyes when I feel her hot mouth around my cock. Swirling her velvet tongue before she flicks and sucks me hard and deep. I curl my fingers in her hair and watch lustfully as my cock disappears into her mouth. After a couple of minutes, I was ready to explode. I pull her up and kiss her hard, hungry, and dirty.

It was my turn to groan in disappointment when she breaks the kiss and sits up, her dark hair falls around her like a curtain as she positions herself, pressing my cock against her entrance. Our eyes lock, and she slides down the length of me slow. Her mouth falls open as I stretch her out while I push deeper.

Once I'm fully immersed inside her, we moan together, and she starts to rock her hips back and forth slowly. "Oh, fuck sweetheart, you're so fucking perfect." I burr huskily, holding her hips and grinding mine up, meeting her thrusts. “I want to watch you come for me. Fuck me, baby.” Once she finds her rhythm, she picks up the momentum, rocking harder and faster until she clamps down on me hard, and I follow her over the edge. I thrust my hips up hard and explode deep inside her. "Ohhhnn baby fuck, fuck, uhhhh." We collapse on the bed, breathless.

"Oh my gosh, I think that was the best sex we have ever had, baby." Panting, I open my eyes and look over and see Sophie staring back at me in the dim lighting of my bedroom. Ahh, fuck me. Did I just fantasise that whole thing? The level of disappointment I felt at that moment was gut-wrenching. I force a smile on my face and kiss Sophie's forehead before I sit up and rub my hands over my face, regally annoyed with myself. "What got into you suddenly? I've never seen you so worked up and passionate before." She pants, grinning at me.

Maybe not with you.

Sophie wraps her arms around my neck from behind and kisses along my shoulder. “It seems you missed me just as much as I did you, sweetie.” I close my eyes and wince before I stand up.

"I'm going to have a shower," I utter and walk into the bathroom.

"Want some company?" I hear Sophie call out as I run the water.

"I'm not going to be very long," I inform her and close the door, locking it behind me just in case she gets any ideas and comes to join me. I stand under the spray and place my hands on the wall; my head hangs low as the water beats down on me. I feel a sudden surge of infuriation, and I punch the wall with a growl. What the fuck is wrong with me? I just had sex with my girlfriend and fantasised about Shayla. Sophie is good in bed; she really is, but as she said, we never really had that intense passion like Shayla, and I had. My connection with Shay was just something else. I've never experienced anything like it in my life. She's like a drug I can't seem to quit. I'm just so tired of missing her.

Fucking hell, what am I doing?

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The followingweek I was sitting at my desk, completely lost in my work, when I hear voices outside my office. I lift my gaze and see Ben; our tech guy was at Shay's desk, well, it's now Jess—my new assistant's desk. I frown when Ben waves me over to him. I sigh, get up and walk over to them.

"What is it, Ben?" I question with a scowl.

"There's an issue with Jess's computer, and we need to restore it completely." He informs me, and I shrug, annoyed that he would call me over for something this stupid.

"So, restore it then, what are you telling me for?" I snap at him and turn to leave.

"Mr Hoult, I just wanted to make sure you have a copy of this design before it gets erased from the computer." I stop and look at him with an exasperated sigh.

"What design?" I ask with a frown, and he points at the screen. I walk around the desk and look at the design of a building on display. "Where did you find this?" I question, looking over at him and back at the screen again.

"Uh, Jess found it when she was fiddling with the software." He answers, scrolling down. "The initials on the design are, S.H. Isn't that—"

"Shayla," I whisper, staring at the screen. "Email this to me. Right now!" I bark and rush into my office. The email arrives just as I log into my computer; I open the file and study the design closely for a while. "Fucking hell." It was incredible. The attention to detail was just fantastic. I slump back in my chair and stare at it for a good thirty minutes before I grab the tablet and walk toward my Dad's at the other end of the office. I knock, and he lifts his head, looks at me, and waves me in. I walk into his office and close the door behind me before I stride over to his desk.

"Tristan? What can I do for you son?"

"Take a look at this," I say, handing him the tablet. He takes it and slides his glasses on; his eyes scan the design, and he looks up at me.

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