Her arms looping around my neck, lips seeking mine hungrily.
I’d ask her if she wants my cock in her ass and if that’s something she’d like.
She’d say yes, because this is my fantasy and I get to make the rules.She’d beg and then bend over, spreading her cheeks.
Eh, that’s probably a little too far.
I’d rather lather her up in the shower and tease her while her slippery breasts press into the tiles.When I’m deep inside her, I’d nudge my thumb into the rear hole and take her by surprise.
“Zander?”
I blink, coming back to reality.
“Why did you marry him?”I ask inappropriately, noticing I’ve moved closer.
What am I doing?
I need to hear that she wanted his money, that she’s desired other men.I need to feel disgusted by this woman so I can stop wanting her.So, I can go back to the way we irritated one another just by breathing.
“I was young.”
And poor.This is a good start.
“And?”
Courtney looks away.“He charmed me.Flew me around the world.Took me out on his yacht.”
Predictable.
All material.
Just the sort of woman I hate.“So—”
“No one had given me that sort of attention.Made me the apple of their eye.He cared about me.Despite being a young girl from Arizona who felt like a fish out of water in his world of money, celebrity and power.”
No, no, no.
That’s not how this plays out.Courtney liked his money, that’s what I need to hear.
It’s what Ineedto hear.
“I felt safe, cared for and protected.My parents were addicts, and I’d been in NYC for mere weeks when I met him.I was naïve and thought we were falling in love.I thought he was a good man.”
Goddamn it.
“Do you still love him?”I ask as her eyes lift to mine, and somehow there’s less than a foot between us.
“No.”
“It’s better if you say yes,” I rasp as my hand brushes a lock from her forehead.“Say yes, Courtney.”
She swallows.
“No.”
I misjudged her from the start.She’s right; she was naïve and still is.I can’t take advantage of her right now.
Taking a step back—metaphorically and physically—I now see a beautiful woman who was a prisoner in her marriage, unable to work or have a life without his permission.
