Page 12 of Forever Mine

Her breathing picks up, and I put one hand at her waist, drawing her back against my body. My cock is hard, and there’s no doubt she feels it against her backside. “Me coming here today is not to stake my claim. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. Me coming here is to show you that I’m no longer taking you for granted. I think you’re beautiful, but I didn’t say it enough… I didn’t show you enough. All that’s going to change now.”

I lean down and brush my lips along her cheek. “That guy—fuck, every guy is going to look at you and wish you were his. But what I want is that when they look at you, I want you to think of me.”

I let my hand trail down her stomach beneath the waistband of her leggings. She grabs onto it and holds it in place. Her body tremors with every breath she takes. “We agreed. No sex.”

I bury my nose into her shoulder and take a shuddering breath. “I’m not asking you for sex, Nat. I’m asking if I can make you come.”

Her chest expands as she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. I could move my hand between her thighs and convince her that this is what she wants, but I need her to want it. Her hips lift in the slightest way, and I smile. “You want this, don’t you?”

She nods her head, and where her hand is still holding mine, she moves it farther down until I’m palming her mound. I stroke a finger through her wet slit, and she leans her head back, resting it on my shoulder. I circle my finger around her clit, and when she moans, I apply more pressure. With one hand between her thighs, I pull her sports bra up to let her breasts free. I take turns kneading each one, and she’s so close. Her pussy is hot and wet, and I don’t want it to be over yet.

I turn my head and kiss her neck, her cheek, and then her lips. I pull away, and she leans up, not wanting me to let go. “Lift your head up, baby. Look.”

She lifts her head up and looks at me, and I gesture to the window. The man is still looking this way, and Nat tenses in my arms. “No, no, don’t tense up on me. I’m not punishing you. I’m going to make you come, baby. But from now on, when he flirts with you and tries to get to know you, I want you to think about this right here. I want you to think about how much I want you. How I’m hard any time I think about you.” I nudge my hips against her, pressing my hard cock against her ass. “I want you to know that no matter what, I’m the one that wants to make your dreams come true. I’m the one that wants to pleasure you and make you come.”

She loops her arm up around my neck, and I feel her nails dig into my skin. All it does is push me further. “He can look all he wants to, Nat. I can’t blame him for it. But he better never touch you because you’re mine. I won’t let you go, and if I have to come here every day to prove to you I have everything you’ll ever need, that’s what I’ll do. You’re mine.”

Her body starts to jerk, but I don’t stop. Her pussy clamps around my hand, but I don’t stop rubbing her until she’s writhing in my arms, grunting my name over and over. The orgasm takes over her body, but I don’t stop until she goes limp in my arms. I move us over to a chair and sit down with her pulled into my lap. She rests her head against my chest, and I try to control my breathing. I’m so fucking hard, and my cock is leaking in my shorts, but none of that matters right now.

I lift the hand that was between her legs and bring it to my mouth. I suck my fingers, moaning around the flavor that hits my tongue. She tastes good, and it only excites me further. I want nothing more than to bend her over her desk and take her now, but I know I can’t. I haven’t earned that right yet, but I plan to.

When her breaths even out, I kiss her forehead. “Have dinner with me tonight.”

I wait for her to argue with me or list all the reasons why it’s a bad idea, but she just shrugs her shoulders. “Tonight is book club.”

I nod, trying not to show my disappointment. Today is only day one of trying to win my wife back, and I’m making some headway. I’m willing to be patient. I help her out of my lap as I try to put her clothes back where they belong. “I’m going to get out of here. I know you need to work.”

She gestures to the bulge between my legs, and I grab her hand before she touches me. The truth is, I’m barely hanging on, and I don’t want to come in my shorts. “I’m fine… or I will be fine.”

She nods, looking out the window and then back at me. “I’m sorry about… him. I don’t want him… I never did.”

I nod and try to keep my cool about it all. “I know that, Nat.” I brush a piece of her blond hair off her face. “And I’m going to make sure I keep it that way. You need anything, no matter what it is, you come to me.”

She nods slowly, and I kiss her lightly on the lips. “I’ll see you later.”

She opens her mouth and closes it again as she nods her head.

I force myself to walk away. I pull her office door closed behind me, and the sound has the man looking at me. I pause to give him a look that tells him I know what he’s up to. It’s crude, but I give him a satisfied smile and adjust my cock in my shorts. He looks away, and my smile gets even bigger as I walk past him toward the door. Nat is mine, and I’m going to do whatever I have to do to keep her.

Chapter8

Natalie

I’m holding my sides, rocking back and forth. My cheeks are hurting from laughing so hard, but it’s like this any time I get together with my book club. You would think we’d learn our lesson and have our meetings in a private location because we always end up drawing the attention of everyone in the bar or restaurant. Jilly, Abby, Olivia, Chloe, who couldn’t make it tonight, and I get together to talk about the book we’re currently reading, and usually it turns into a discussion about our lives, loves, and orgasms.

Yeah, right now, Olivia is excited about her new idea. She wants us to do a book club field trip and go to a sex club to see what they’re all about. Just imagining it has us all rolling in laughter.

I’m shaking my head as I look around the Whistler. For a weekday night, it’s pretty busy. It’s the only bar in town—well, there are two if you count the biker bar at the edge of town. I lean over and whisper loudly to Olivia, “We’re not going to a sex club. No way.”

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever, you’re getting dick on the regular. Speak for yourself. The rest of us have to work a little harder for it.”

Jilly’s mouth is open, and I know she’s planning to defend me or maybe even tell them about my impending divorce. Normally, I tell these women everything that’s happening in my life, but right now, I don't want to talk about it. I grab a French fry out of the basket and shove it in Jilly’s open mouth to keep her quiet. With a stern look and a shake of my head, she gets the picture.

I know she won’t sell me out, but she does make a big dramatic roll of her eyes about the fry I stuffed in her mouth. She pulls it out with a choke. “Really, Nat? You know I’m trying to cut back on carbs, and what do you do? Force feed me. I mean, come on.”

She takes a big bite of the French fry, and Olivia jumps in. “Right, if you’re going to stuff your mouth, you should stuff it with c-o-c-k.”

She spells it out, but she does it loudly, and the people at the tables around are looking our way. I can feel my face heat, and I shush my friends. “Guys, seriously, can we please have a meeting that is not going to be the talk of the town by morning? From now on, we have to meet somewhere private.”

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