Page 24 of Forever with Me

“Sorry, Mrs. Parker, he is still at the office, he asked me to swing by and pick him up after picking you up.”

“Oh, that’s fine, sounds great,” my voice gives away my relief.

Sitting in the car in late afternoon traffic isn’t ideal, but knowing who I’m going to see in the next forty-five minutes is worth it. I sit, reading and responding to some emails, but my thoughts keep drifting back to my misstep today. I open my phone and scroll through, stopping first at Alex. I need her awake and giving me advice on how to handle this situation. God, I really miss her bad advice. Damn her. I keep scrolling and find Jack’s number, hitting the message icon, I start to type:

Hey, well this is awkward. I don’t hate you and I don’t want us to be strangers. Let’s get coffee sometime, I’d love to start over…

NO, hell no! If he even knew me for a minute he would know that isn’t anything I would actually say, so I try a more honest approach:

Hi Jack, sorry for the confusion earlier. Let’s just let this be water under the bridge. I appreciate what you did for me but let’s face it, friendship is not in our future… Cole would bury you.

Maybe not so honest, okay I need to mesh the two together:

Hi Jack, I apologize for the misunderstanding. Thanks again for the recommendation. I hope we can have a professional and friendly working relationship.

I re-read it twice before hitting send, right as we pull up to Cole’s building.

I decide to give him the same preview I had the other day and I get out and lean against the car, jutting my leg out just enough so the split in my pencil skirt opens enough to highlight my leg. Keeping my sunglasses on, I pretend to look at my phone. I know it’s flirty and teasing and exactly what I want him to feel when he walks out. I see out of the corner of my eye the moment he notices me and I casually turn my head in his direction, pretending to be unaffected. Cole slows to a stop as he exits the doors and loosens his tie before he stalks toward me. The determination to rip my clothes from my body is so evident that I almost run out of instinct. Instead, I stand my ground and smile as he walks right into me, arms wrapping around my body and mouths crashing into each other without a care for who is watching.

Pulling away breathless, I smile, “Well, hello to you too.”

“Get in the car,” is all he growls, leveling his eyes at me, never breaking contact.

“I thought we could walk a bit? No?”

“Get in the fucking car before I rip that skirt off of you, right here in front of everyone.” I squeal as he squeezes my ass and climbs into the back of the town car.

He settles in next to me, leaning over, giving me long, slow savoring kiss as he rolls up the privacy window between the front and back of the car.

“In a hurry?” I ask, shaking my head at him.

“Yes! Yes, I am. I’ve been waiting all day to ravage my wife and now I have you alone in that fucking skirt and I just want to rip it off.” He groans as he grabs the hem of my pencil skirt.

I swat his hands away, rolling my eyes, “Well, my lovable sex-fueled god will have to wait. We are heading to see Alex and then we have to grab dinner. I mean the list goes on and on. I don’t think we have time for sex and I certainly need my clothes on my body.”

“Are you turning me down… for sex?” His face is incredulous.

“I guess, I am,” I divert my eyes before he can tell I am joking.

“Huh, I mean… I’ve never actually had this happen, let alone with my wife. I’m not sure how to feel right now.” He laughs and blows out air. “I don’t like it. Your body is mine and I want to feel it underneath me.” He pouts with puppy dog eyes.

“I mean, I guess you can beg. That’s if you’re really desperate,” I purr.

“I see, my girl thinks she’s funny. She thinks she can bring me to my knees, but what she doesn’t know is that it’s her, on her knees, that I would beg for.”

Unable to hold back my smile, I turn my head and see the mischievous gleam in his eyes and before I can help myself I give him exactly what he wants… without the begging.

Pulling up outside of the hospital, I’m feeling a bit powerful and very appreciated by my husband. We exit together and he takes my hand, swinging our arms slightly as we make our way to the elevator bank.

“You’re the very best wife,” he smiles down at me.

“Wow! I must give the best blow jobs ever. I may pass out from all this appreciation.”

“I appreciate everything you do. I justreallyappreciate your blow jobs.”

I laugh and elbow his side, but I know he doesn’t even feel it. As the elevator doors open, Foster nearly plows us down, causing Cole to jerk me out of the way of a frantic Foster holding his phone to his ear and yelling obscenities into it.

“Whoa, Foster, what the fuck are you doing?” Cole booms. “What is going on?”

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