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Especially since he’s now rubbing his cum into my skin. And I’m getting an insane desire to find out what he tastes like. My cheeks flush, and I turn my back to him. Unfazed he simply drags me into his chest, spoons me, and continues his thing with my belly.
“Well, well.” He drawls lazily, “Didn’t know I had that in me.”
“I didn’t think that was possible that you could…do that without…contact. Friction”
“Now you know. And it was hot as fuck.” He growls, and as if reading my mind, he rubs his index finger across my lips, coating them generously with his thick cum.
Not even waiting to see what I would do, he asks like he’s just done the most natural thing in the world. “Do you sleep with lights on or off?”
“Off,” I say, gritting my teeth with the effort not to lick. Not until the light goes off. I have some self-respect, after all.
“Thank fuck, I was hoping you’d say that.” He reaches across the bedside and switches off the light. “Goodnight, baby,” he drops a lingering kiss on my temple, then goes back to spooning me.
I lick my lips like a starving woman.
Yeah, he’s not the only one that’s wrecked.
Chapter Thirty
Stella
Four Weeks Later
I step out of my office bathroom at BodyLift and catch Gina’s reflection in the wall of mirrors as she tries taming her hair into a severe bun. “Zip me up, please?”
“Sure,” she gives up with a sigh and throws the brush on the counter, then fluffing out her curls for good measure, comes to help me.
I’ve just changed out of my work attire into something a bit more elegant for the business dinner Ryan asked me to join him at.
“Stella, what do you think of Chad?” Gina suddenly asks.
“How did we leap from discussing Harriet to your ultimate raunch fest Chad?” I tease. She had come by my office earlier to talk about our ongoing plans for adopting Harriet.
“I wouldn’t exactly pair ‘raunchy’ with ‘Chad’ in any context,” she counters with a smirk.
“Hmm,” I’m not convinced, but I don’t argue. “Why do you want to know what I think anyway?”
“Because I need to decide if I should end things with him for good.”
I consider that as Gina zips up my plum sheath dress, its sleek lines perfect for a business setting.
She peeks around me into the mirror. “Oh wow, look at you. Absolute knockout, she praises.
“Thank you, babes.” Then I respond to her question, “Gina. If you’re this conflicted about staying with Chad, you probably already know what you need to do. You’re just not brave enough to follow through.”
“Ouch. Stella, you sure know how to drive the nail straight in.” She grumbles.
“But you know I love you.”
“I know.” She hugs me from the side, and I do the same, watching her through the mirror. I’m 5‘4 and barefoot while she’s 5′8 plus another four inches of stiletto. I can’t believe how much I’ve come love and rely on her friendship in the past month.
My thoughts inevitably drift to Ryan, as they often do these days. The thought of being separated from him throws my stomach into knots. It’s been five months, and yet, the topic of divorce remains unbroached. But the nearer the day gets, the more panic attacks I have. I’m dreading the moment I’ll find out that after all is said and done, Ryan still prefers to return to being single.
“Mom thinks he’s the best,” Gina voice pulls me back into the conversation. “And Pop, well he only likes Chad because he’s willing to change his last name to Fairchild.”
“What?” I’m genuinely surprised.
“Yes, if he takes the name, he will be in line for an inheritance, which means potentially double the wealth for our kids.”
