Page 34 of Scandalously Yours

“Don’t say that. I promise you that this is just for a little while longer.”

I wanted to believe him, but it grew harder to do that. “I just miss you so much.”

“I miss you too, Ale. There is no place else I’d rather be than at your place fighting over popcorn and movie choices. Hell, I’d even watch the movie where Anton literally shows his ass just to make you —”

“Hold up! Wait! Which movie is that?”

He growled, and I giggled. “You don’t need to think about anyone else’s ass except mine, and maybe yours.”

“Mine?” I knew where he was about to go with it, so I slipped one hand into my panties.

“I can’t stop thinking about yours, Ale. Whenever I close my eyes, I see my handprints on yours as I fucked you in the ass. Damn, the way you tightened down around my cock... the way you made that garbled cry when I thrust hard and deep... and the way you came on my fingers when I played with your pussy. Like I said, I can’t stop thinking about your ass.”

I let out a moan, and kept my fingers moving as I imagined everything he spoke about. He never minced words, and the dirtiness of them had me gasping as I nearly came from them alone. Never had I imagined ever doing anal sex, much less liking it, but with him, I realized there were a number of things I ended up doing that I never thought I would. Love. It made you do some crazy things, and keeping up this secret relationship was just another one.

“I want those things, too. I ache so badly for you, Kris. My breasts... nipples... pussy.... heart... It sometimes hurts so bad that I—”

“It’ll get better soon, Ale. Please promise me that you’ll be patient. I’m working on trying to get this divorce expedited so we can be together because I only want those things we’ve talked about.”

“I know,” I replied. “Tonight, I’m just extra lonely, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, Ale. I would be there in a heartbeat if I could.”

The sincerity in his voice was nearly enough to do me in. I didn’t care what Hayley said or thought. The two of us were in love. She had lost Kris, and I realized that if this gamble went wrong, I could lose him too. That was something I was unwilling to even think about. Needing to think about something else, I looked down at my hand.

“And what would you do if you were here?” I asked him, and it wasn’t long before he went into detail once more. Afterward, he even wanted a few pictures, so I begrudgingly sent him some, before disconnecting the call.

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