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NICK

While I wait to meet with my lawyer the next day, I can’t stop thinking about Savannah and how our little photo shoot last night turned into the best blow job of my life.Christ.That girl goes from saint to temptress faster than my Dodge Demon goes from zero to sixty.

I squeeze my eyes shut and an image of her mouth gliding up and down my cock pops into my mind. I let out a harsh breath and move the magazine I’m pretending to read over to cover my lap better.

Yeah, my cock remembers last night damn well.

I broke another rule, I realize, but, fuck, it was worth it. Letting her take control resulted in a mind-blowing orgasm that I felt all the way to the depths of my soul.Maybe it’s time to amend the always be in charge rule,I think.

Here’s the thing, though. I had already broken one rule with Savannah by crossing that professional line. Hell, crossing it? We soared past it by about a million miles. And, now, I’m feeling things that I’ve never felt before about a woman.

Fuck.That means I’m on the verge of breaking my last rule. I’m trying to keep things purely physical, but I realize that I’ve developed more than just affection for her. Granted, she’s my wife, but it doesn’t matter. My dad destroyed my mom when he cheated and left.

People, including and probably especially spouses, pick up and leave all the time. Other halves who thought they were in a loving and committed relationship are left blindsided and devastated, trying to pick up the broken pieces of their heart.

I refuse to set myself up for that.

But, I can’t deny it. I’m getting more attached than I’d like. And, that scares the shit out of me.

Savannah is young, beautiful and on the verge of fame. Everyone is going to want a piece of her. What if she wakes up one day while in some exotic location and wonders why the hell she married me? She’ll meet someone more her age, have crazy sex with him and send me divorce papers.

My heart clenches.

I’m going to do everything in my power to avoid that. I have to be able to walk away because there comes a day when every love story ends, right?

Love.Fuck. You’re not in love, Nick.You’re only in lust. Savannah is a young, hot piece of ass who just happens to be sweet, innocent and your wife.

But, that doesn’t mean I’m going to be stupid and fall in love with her. That would be the kiss of death.

“Nick? How are you?”

I stand up and shake my lawyer’s hand. “Good, thanks, Lance. How about you?”

“I’ve been better,” he says, a distant look in his eye. “C’mon into my office.”

Lance Erickson has been a friend for years, though we don’t see each other as often as we’d like with our busy schedules. “Sorry to hear that,” I say and follow him.

“Yeah, well, my bitch of a wife just filed for divorce.” He motions to the chairs in front of his desk. “Have a seat.”

See, a little voice says.It never lasts.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” I sit down, my mind instantly turning to Savannah.

“Ten years in the toilet. I heard she’s shacking up with some guy from her office.”

“Damn. That’s harsh.” I don’t know what else to say.

“But, congratulations on your marriage,” he says and manages a half-smile. “I wish you better luck than I had.”

“Thanks,” I mumble.

“At least you’re able to finally cash in now and get that inheritance. I honestly wasn’t sure you’d ever marry Margo, but I wish you the best.”

“Um, I didn’t marry Margo.”

He raises a surprised brow. “I didn’t know you started dating anyone new.”

“Yeah, well, it’s, ah, an interesting story,” I say and shift in my seat.

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