Page 18 of My Sister's Husband


Font Size:  

To the outside world, we were the ideal couple. When we were in public, Jane let me kiss her and hold her the way a man should kiss and hold a wife he adores.

It was in private that we had problems.

For the last year, Jane never wanted to have sex. Her eating disorder made her sex drive wither into nothing. Her sensitivity about her body made it even worse. I can’t remember the last time I saw Jane fully naked. The few times we did have sex, she only let me slide her pants down far enough to gain access. And her pussy was dry. Did you know that? Girls who don’t eat can’t get wet down there, and her cunt never responded the way a normal woman’s should.

But it wasn’t just the lack of sex that hurt our relationship, although that definitely did a lot of damage. Jane became more and more distant the more her eating disorder took over her life. When we started dating, she seemed relatively normal on the outside, although I’m sure she was vomiting her food as soon as she got home. But after we got married and moved in together, meals were tense. She’d watch me eat my steak and potatoes with disgust. It was like Jane wanted me to hate food as much as she did, and when I didn’t, it was a personal affront to her.

Ultimately, my wife refused to get help for her disordered eating, and I gave up trying. I hoped she would eventually give in to my demands, but honestly, I don’t know if she ever would have.

It’s almost a relief she died before I could see her eating disorder kill her. The Grim Reaper was already at the door, and during her last days, it was just a matter of time.

My phone rings, startling me from my thoughts. I shake my head as these troubling memories before picking it up. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to bother you, sir, but there’s a woman here who needs to see you. I told her you weren’t taking visitors today, but she insisted. She says she’s your sister in law?”

Kelsey? Here?

“You can let her in, Abigail. Thank you.”

I hang up and tidy my desk a bit, not that Kelsey is going to judge my messy work space. For whatever reason, I want to impress her.

The door clicks, and in walks the one woman I shouldn’t be thinking about.

Yet all I can think about is that she would look damn good bent over my desk while I own her from behind.

Chapter Ten

Marcus

“Hi,” Kelsey says quietly. She comes in as I shut the door firmly behind her.

“No one can hear us,” I say. “I need to have a lot of confidential conversations in this room. You know, attorney-client privilege and all that. As a result, this place is soundproof.”

She laughs. “Interesting. Guess what else it’d be good for?”

I hadn’t meant it to hint, but if her mind is going there already…

I cross the room and pull Kelsey into my arms, kissing her deeply. She doesn’t expect the move, but she melts quickly into my embrace.

As much as I’d love to nail her right here in my office, that isn’t a good idea. At least not until I know why Kelsey is here.

We separate reluctantly and I guide Kelsey to my visitor’s chair. She sits perched on the edge, crossing her legs demurely. Fuck, she’s beatuiful.

“I’m guessing there was a reason for your visit,” I say.

Kelsey nods. “I think we need to talk. I thought maybe your office would be a good place to curb desires, but clearly that isn’t working.”

I cock an eyebrow at her.

“I can stay on my side of the desk, no matter how irresistible you look. If that’s what you want.”

She takes a deep breath and nods.

“It’s what I want. For the moment at least.”

“Okay.” That’s fine, although I meant what I said about her being irresistible. Kelsey isn’t wearing a dress this time, but her current outfit is almost worse. Her tight fitting yoga pants leave very little to the imagination. Not that there’s much left for me to imagine. She let me pound her ass at Jane’s repast and that’s not an image I’m going to forget any time soon.

I ignore my cock straining against my work slacks. The same pair I was wearing the first time I got to taste Kelsey, actually. But the girl before me wants to have a serious conversation.

“Marcus, I have to ask,” she begins, taking a deep breath. “Why me?”

“What do you mean?”

She glances at the door again. I’m not used to self-conscious Kelsey. She’s usually sassy and confident. I hope I haven’t broken her.

Kelsey sighs. “You could have any woman you want. Hell, you had my perfect sister. So why me? How could you have married Jane, who was blonde and beautiful and smart, but then be attracted to me?”

Source: www.allfreenovel.com
Articles you may like