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“Maybe it’s because Ian represents a change that you’re not ready for.”
She sighs. “Probably, and I don’t know him. He’s a stranger as far as we’re all concerned.”
“You can rectify that,” I suggest gently.
Her eyes widen. “You mean get to know Ian?”
I nod. “It might ease your worries.”
“My heart is beating crazy fast right now at the idea of making myself get to know Ian although it’s the logical thing to do,” Cora says.
I steer the conversation away as I don’t want her to stress over it. Our food arrives. Spicy pasta dishes that look as enticing as they smell.
“Delicious,” Cora says when she takes her first bite.
“I hope the spices won’t be too much for the baby,” I tell her. Some women have to stay away from spicy food while they are pregnant.
Cora waves a dismissive hand away. “I’m good.”
I love watching her as she eats. She appreciates good food and doesn’t keep moaning about the calories as a lot of women do.
When she takes a break, she looks at me and cocks her head to one side. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see you looking at peace.”
“I think peace might be stretching it,” I tell her. “I have moments when I’m so angry that if Tessa were to be nearby, I’d strangle her with my bare hands.”
“Maybe you should forgive her,” Cora says softly. “People make mistakes, you know. Things that they regret later.”
I stare at her. “How do you forgive someone who can’t own up to their mistake or apologize for it? Besides, from what I pieced together, she was planning on leaving me for the guy.”
“You don’t know that,” Cora says. “And I don’t believe it either. She had an affair with him for two years. A woman in love just doesn’t wait that long to be with the man she loves.”
The air between us becomes charged. Is Cora talking about Tessa or herself? Is she in love with me? I dismiss that thought as soon as it forms in my mind. Of course, she’s not in love with me, nor I, her.
This business with Tessa has completely shattered my belief in love. If someone like Tessa can cheat, someone who supposedly loved me … I just don’t know.
The rest of the dinner is a bit stilted, but by the time we leave, we’re at ease with each other again.
“Do you want to come in?” Cora says when we reach her place.
“I’d love to.” I want to lose myself in her luscious body and forget about what I now think of as my fucked-up marriage.
We ride the elevator up to her apartment. As soon as we shut the front door and lock the world out, I take her in my arms and kiss her deeply. She smells so sweet and tastes even sweeter.
I caress her gently as we kiss, reminding myself that I really do have to be gentle with her now. Wanting more of her, I break the kiss and lead her to her bedroom.
I undress her slowly, enjoying every part of her bare skin that is exposed. I kiss her shoulders when her dress falls to the floor. I stroke her back and snap open her bra, and in seconds, it’s gone. Her breasts have become larger, and I hold the weight of them in my hands.
Cora lets out a low moan that goes straight to my dick. I run my thumbs over the taut peaks, and she arches her back. An overwhelming need to taste her comes over me, and with a growl, I bend my head to her nipples.
Her hands make frenzied movements on my head as if she can’t decide what she wants to do. After I’ve had my fill of her breasts, I take her to the bed and kneel between her legs.
“I’m super sensitive these days,” Cora says, proving it by screaming when I kiss her mound over her panties.
I pull her panties down over her curves and then return to my position while pushing her legs further apart. I pleasure her until she comes at least twice. Only then do I get off the bed and strip off my clothes.
I return to the bed and slowly press my cock into her soaking wet folds. “I love how you’re always ready for me.”
“How can I not be after coming twice,” she murmurs. “Oh, God.”
Her pussy walls give way as I push my steel-hard cock into her. I close my eyes as she envelops me like a candy wrapper.
“Please,” Cora moans and then imprisons me with her legs.
I’d promised myself to be gentle, and I make love to her in deep but slow thrusts. She squeezes her thighs in frustration as if I’m a stallion she’s urging to move faster.
Sweat trickles down my face at the effort I need to keep my cool and not slam into her. Because of our speed or lack of it, our orgasms build up slowly, and when they come, they are deep and satisfying.
