I braced the doorframe, softening my voice to Ella in a tone that even grossed me out. "Just handle the house stuff, take care of Grandfather. Don't worry about the rest."
A shareholder barked my name in the earbuds. Five minutes up.
I shut the study door.
Ella's footsteps faded outside.
I exhaled.
I'd make it up to her after work.
I turned to Vivian, patience gone.
Smart people like her had that flaw, thinking they controlled everything, acting on whims, picking fights. I didn't care about her personal crap outside work, but messing with my wife? Unacceptable.
"You crossed a line, again," I said, all business. "Next time, hand in your resignation."
I headed back to the computer and didn't glance her way.
Nine PM, the last overseas call wrapped up.
To free up vacation time, I'd powered through, nailing all major decisions today, handing details to mid-levels. Finally out from under the acquisition's financial models and legalese. Thinking of Ella's pissed-off look that morning, I grabbed a sandwich in the kitchen, then headed to the third-floor bedroom.
Climbing stairs, my crotch tightened already.
I pushed open the door. A faint mint scent drifted over.
Ella lay on her side, back to me. Silk sheets slipped along her curves, golden hair spilling out, exposing her shoulder blades—thin as butterfly wings, gorgeous enough to steal your breath. Lower down, deep waist dip, ass high and round. Orange light bathed her, like honey-glazed perfection, suffocatingly hot.
My cock hardened fully, straining the zipper.
I shed my jacket, covered her from behind, chest pressing her slim back.
"Ella?"
No response.
I touched her shoulder, fingers rubbing back and forth. She tensed, still silent.
Playing games?
I got wicked, pressing harder, dragging over her skin. It was thin; I'd always left faint pink marks, and she'd mew like a kitten, shy about anyone seeing.
Now she just gripped the sheets tight, arms rigid, stubbornly quiet.
I paused.
Ella never gave me the silent treatment. She was different today. Remembering the study—she misunderstood and got mad?
Seeing her pout, full pink lips pursed, cheeks puffed, she looked adorable. Heat surged low, my cock twitching.
Yeah, she was jealous. Because of me. She really loved me.
That thought made my cock ache. I yanked off my belt, shoved down my pants and boxers. My stiff cock sprang free, head leaking pre-cum. I grabbed her slim hips from behind, thrusting my crotch against her. Bodies slapped dull. Her plump ass pressed my abs, soft and bouncy, making me hiss.
My cock rubbed between her ass cheeks through the thin silk, grinding in that warm cleft. Each stroke left a wet spot on the fabric.
"Don't touch me." Ella finally spoke, body shifting. "Get away."
