Page 28 of Say You Love Me

“But you want to say yes, don’t you?”

She knows I’m unhappy in my work. I have been for years now. Law was something I sort of fell into. It had always been Liam’s dream, not mine. It seemed like an easy choice at the time. I followed Liam into Law School, we both got an internship at the same firm, and now we work together as junior partners.

“But—But—” Finity stutters, looking for something to say. Her eyes scan the room with sadness. “We’d have to leave here.”

My gaze follows the same pattern hers did. I see the stains on the walls, the patches of threadbare carpet. We could easily afford the rent on a better house, a nice house in a more appealing area, but Finity refused to hear of it. This place was filled with too many good memories, she’d said. It would be a shame to throw them all away. She said it as though the memories would stay with the house, rather than follow with us. It had confused me at the time but I didn’t say anything. My wife could be strange like that.

“We’d be closer to the lake,” I say it cautiously, gauging her reaction.

Finity loves the water. She’s always at her most carefree when we’re up at my parents’ lake house. She feels close to her father there. Close to the person she used to be.

She shakes her head. “I don’t want to move.”

“You’re not even going to consider it?” I can’t help the harshness that creeps into my tone. I haven’t asked anything of her. Not a single thing. When Finity said she wanted us to move in together, I agreed. She was the one to pick the house, pick the furniture and the décor. When she said she didn’t want a big wedding where everyone would stare at her and she’d be the center of attention, I agreed to get married down at the courthouse even though I knew it would break my mother’s heart. I’ve turned down better positions at different law firms just to keep her happy. But this means something to me. It’s a dream of mine to return to my hometown. It’s where I always envisioned my life. Where I dream of raising my children. Our children.

“No.” She says the word quietly but firmly.

Annoyance shoots through me and I stride toward her, caging her against the wall. She looks up at me defiantly, chin jutting in the air even though I’m towering over her.

“No?” I repeat.

“No.” She shakes her head.

“Give me one good reason why not?”

I had hoped for this to be a calm conversation, one where we would go through our options, weigh up the pros and the cons and then decide. Together. But even as I think that, I know it’s not true. I’d already made up my mind before Seaton had even left my office. I want this job. I want to return home. And I want my wife to be happy about it.

She just keeps shaking her head, her eyes glaring up at me challengingly. I grip her chin between my fingers and force her to remain still.

Her gaze flicks from left to right, boring into my eyes. Something ignites between us. Something dark and dangerous. Something I’ve never felt before. She tries to rip her chin out of my grasp but I just squeeze tighter.

Her back is pressed to the wall. I’m hunched over her in such a way that if someone were standing behind us, they wouldn’t even be able to see she was there. She’s glaring at me in a way that makes me both angry and horny as fuck. I shove my knee between her legs, wedging them apart, and push against her core. She pushes back, squirming against me, rubbing herself against the hardness of my knee. With my free hand, I yank her skirt up, reaching around to grab her ass cheek as she rolls her hips, grinding against me.

Changing the grip of my hand on her chin, I push her head into the wall, leaning down to whisper harshly in her ear. “Don’t tell me no.”

I lick the side of her face, running my tongue up her cheek. She’s panting heavily. My tongue runs down her neck, over her collarbone and between the buttons of her shirt. I groan and she tries to break away, even as her core is grinding against my knee.

My hand falls from her chin to her throat and I hold her in place against the wall. She’s still glaring at me defiantly, her dark eyes burning. Though what they’re burning with I’m unsure.

Lust?

Rebellion?

Anger?

Desire?

“Tell me to stop, Finity.”

She swallows and I feel the lurch of her throat under my fingers. But she doesn’t tell me to stop. I tighten my grip and her eyes roll back in her head, a smile appearing at the corners of her mouth. There’s moisture on my knee, and I look down to see a patch damp with her arousal.

I jerk her skirt further up until the material is wrapped around her waist. She has no underwear beneath her sheer black stockings. She’s shaved clean, the material is slick with her juices.

“Did you go to work like that?”

The thought of her prancing around the theater, people everywhere while she’s bare under her stockings, drives me a little insane. It excites me and scares me. I’m filled with burning jealousy as visions of her bending over to sweep up popcorn while men leer at her from behind fill my mind. I shake my head, trying to dislodge the image of one of them coming up behind her and grabbing her ass. My cock strains against my pants. My fingers are still around her neck and I feel the rise of her throat as she swallows again. There’s not enough pressure to restrict any air, but just the sight alone is enough to send me into a frenzy.

I let go and grab her arm, propelling her toward the couch. I shove her against the back, pushing her over so her ass rises in the air. My pants almost rip with the ferocity with which I yank them apart. She stays positioned over the couch, her tight round ass covered by the sheer black hosing on display as I fist myself. I almost come there and then, spurt all over her. I want to see that uniform splattered with my cum. I want to see her body marked by my hands, declaring to the world that she is mine.

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