Page 48 of Now and Forever

She did, but her words had hardly penetrated through my brain since my cock had done the thinking for me, ravenously dead-set on one thing and one thing alone—her body. “You did, and I’m sorry for that.”

“How long will you be gone for?”

How long? The time frame I had yet to decide. “A few weeks. A month. Maybe more…it depends.”

She grimaced. “It depends on what, Jared?”

Brutal honestly—it was what she and I had agreed on, even though the other wouldn’t be too pleased with the outcome. It was an essential ingredient to our complex relationship. Of vital importance to supporting our extraordinary union. Without it, we’d have nothing to stand on. And even though divulging the truth was the last thing I wanted to reveal, I was left with no choice.

“It depends on…when I’m unreservedly certain I’ve flushed you out of my system.”

“Where will you go? Oh, wait,” she scoffed mockingly. “Why even ask? Of course, it’ll be with Rose and her sparkly vagina.”

She wasn’t amused. Neither was I.

Gisele scornfully glowered at me. And even when angered, she was still the most beautiful thing I’d ever set eyes on.

“I should’ve known…I don’t know why I fooled myself into thinking maybe things had changed between us—that we had something good, something special—but you’re just as fickle as they come.”

“You are special.” No woman dared me to think twice. That in itself was rather telling. My body raged on while my mind struggled for regularity.

“Yeah, not special enough for you, apparently.”

She was too special for my liking, so much so that I was willing to move homes to expunge her from my system.

“You have men falling at your feet. I doubt you’ll even remember me.”

Her eyes sparkled defiantly. “If believing that helps you, then go on ahead. They did say some men were plain idiots. You can add yourself to the tally, Jared. I heard the registration’s free in the ‘dumb as fuck’ record,” she spat disdainfully, challenging me.

The spitfire had wit, and I admired her all the more for it.

“I’m doing this for you—for us, but mostly for you. You’re blinded from losing Peter. You believe losing me, too, seems abhorrent to you, but I’m a call away. If you need me any time, any day, all you have to do is pick up the phone. My decision will benefit you in the long run, Gisele. You’ll thank me someday. You might not see it now, but you will.”

Gisele vehemently shook her head, making a few strands of her blond locks slide out of the loosened bun. She opposed, leaning her forehead against mine. Though her eyes were closed, there were no tears shed. However, I had an inkling that they would come soon enough. “Why can’t we just go back to how it was, Jared? I won’t sleep naked anymore.” She made an inaudible whisper, barely to be heard from the loud thumping, vibrating sound in my ears.

Her closeness did all sorts of maddening things to me, none of them good. There was a reason to fear the safety of my sanity and my heart. Life with Gisele was unpredictable, and that put me off kilter. Everything I held dear and proudly protected against the world would all be vulnerable.

“You can go back to Rose to satiate your sexual appetite, and you come home to me. Why can’t we just go back to that?” She delivered her speech with a straight face without batting an eyelash, serious as a heart attack.

If only it were that easy… “You can go back, but I can’t, Gisele. I won’t be able to do that. I want you too fucking much. I’m in pain.”

She made a loud gasp upon hearing my unabashed admission.

It was the truth. I could no longer hide it. This consuming need to possess her—all of her—hadn’t left my mind for the past five nights. It hounded me, so much so that it even distracted me from work. Nothing, I mean nothing, ever came in between the company and me.

The past nights having her in my arms had become something I looked forward to at the end of a strenuous day at work. Deciding to take this action hadn’t been easy for me, either. But it had to be done. For my heart. For hers. For Paige. Most especially for my late wife. I was not one who took promises lightly, and I wholly intended to keep my end of the bargain.

My decision was set in stone. Nothing could dissuade me. With that in mind, I let out a breath, feeling like a bastard all over again for touching an eighteen-year-old.

Wordlessly, her lips unexpectedly brushed against mine. It was a feather-like kiss, but the impact immobilized me, dumbstruck at her impulsive gesture. Her soft lips pressed again, testing my reaction for a quick second. Emboldened, her lips slightly parted, gradually darting her warm tongue out, luring my mouth to open to her bold advances.

Her brazenness left me reeling, but I remained unresponsive. But instead of shying away from the lack of reaction, she surprised me by shifting her body, spreading her long legs open, and straddling me without hesitation. A strangled sound came out of my throat, tortured. When she strategically situated her heat against the unmistakable bulge in my pants, I undoubtedly felt the warmth permeating off of her moist crevice, and Christ, her cunt was sopping wet.

My restraints were slipping, slowly but surely. Gisele gradually unbound the restrictive chains.

Even though my lips remained unresponsive, my cock was anything but. It zealously twitched as my hand clutched her thigh, silently praying she’d come to her senses and relieve us both from this arduous torture. Somehow, I couldn’t muster the strength to pull away even though panic seized within. It was as if she knew her power over me, knowing she was merely a few attempts away from having me capitulate.

Her cunt sunk lower into my engorged manhood while she let out an erotic moan against my lips, soaking my trousers with her intoxicating musk, raging my cock to new levels of inferno.

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