His grin grows on his face.
“I feel the same way. I don’t regret last night.”
“But....?” I say, filling in what I assume is coming next.
He shakes his head. “There is no but, El.”
My gaze narrows. Of course, there is a but. I try to pull away, but his grip on my hip tightens, prohibiting me from moving.
“Come on, Mitch. You just slept with your best friend’s ex-wife. I know there has to be some regret. If this gets out, you and Andrew will never recover.”
Mitch shrugs and then chuckles. “You think I give a fuck about that? I know you’ve never asked me to take a side in the divorce, but I hope it has been obvious that I chose you, Ella. My friendship with Drew has already been ruined.”
“What about the boys? This will be hard to explain. No matter what, we will be judged, and people will think that we started this affair before the divorce.” No matter how wedeny it, Andrew would probably not believe that this had just started. Suddenly an alarming thought comes to my mind. “Oh goodness, what if he tries to take the boys from me? I won’t be able to survive that.” My panic rears its ugly head. By the time I get the last sentence out, my chest is heaving as if I’ve just sprinted a mile.
Mitch places his hands on my shoulders and lowers his upper half to get eye to eye with me.
“Breathe, baby.”
I follow his directions, sucking in deep breaths and slowly letting them out. Finally, my heart rate seems to return to normal.
“Better?” he asks, eyeing me cautiously.
I nod instead of responding. Mitch stands back up straight.
“I’m going to be honest with you, El. I’m a very selfish son of a bitch. I hardly ever think about or care what others think of me. Shit, I’m too damn old for it. But I understand everyone isn’t built like me. If you want to keep this thing between us quietfor now, then I’m on your terms.”
“Wait.” I hold up a hand between us. “You actually want to continue seeing me?”
His face scrunches up as if I had just asked a dumb question.
“Are you kidding me? Hell yeah, I want to continue this. You can’t let a man experience heaven and then shut the doors in his face.”
A chuckle slips from my lips. Look, don’t get me wrong, I wanted to continue this too, but from the letter he left, I kind of thought he was up in the air about the ordeal.
“As I said,” he goes on to explain. “We are on your time. I’m not trying to pressure you. We can do this however you want. As long as you don’t take this away from me.”
His hand moves down to my waist, and he drags me back up against him. The bulge that presses against my belly makes my mouth water. Even my lower lips grow wetter.
“Okay,” I say hesitantly.
The girls are right. I deserve to be a little selfish. In reality, this thing with Mitch can’t really go anywhere, and I’ll eventually have to find a real partner. But in the meantime, I can indulge in the pleasure he brings me.
He drops a kiss on my lips that makes my toes curl. I lift my arms and wrap them around his neck. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth before moving down to my neck. I shut my eyes as he sucks the thin flesh into his mouth.
“What time do the boys come home?” the question is muffled against my skin.
I whimper when his hand moves down my backside and between my legs. His long fingers rubbed at the thin fabric of the shorts I’m wearing, causing the seat of my panties and shorts to rub against my pussy.
“About 5 or 6.” I answer, my voice is husky with desire.
Mitch shoves the fabric of my clothes aside before delving his finger into my center. I should be embarrassed at how wet I am for him. I widened my legs so he could have better access.
Mitch kisses back up from my neck to my lips all while fucking me with his fingers. He plants a kiss on the tip of my nose before removing his fingers and stepping back.
I pout, not understanding why he stopped.
“Eat.”
