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“Of course, you don’t. You came here three days ago and dropped on my doorstep with a high fever,” she went to her vanity and studied her reflection while twirling her dark-brown locks of hair.

“Three days?” Robert’s voice cracked.

Vanessa looked at him over her shoulder. “You were quite insensible. I had to take care of you, watch over you.”

“Thank you,” he croaked and closed his eyes. He still felt weak, so he lowered himself to the bed.

“Seems like lately, it’s the only way I can lure you to my bed,” she said, sounding irritable.

“I am sorry, Vanessa,” he intoned. “I appreciate you looking after me, I really do, but—I will not be coming to you anymore.”

“What?” Vanessa turned on him fully, her hands clenched into fists by her sides.

“It’s over. That’s what I came to tell you.”

“That’s not what you said in your fever-hazed dreams. You said you needed me. You wanted me.” She was seething in anger; it seemed like steam would come out of her ears soon.

“I remember nothing, Vanessa. But I am a married man now; I can’t keep coming to your bed.”

“That’s not what you said last time you were here either. You said nothing would change.”

“I was wrong. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologize to me again!” she cried, breathing heavily. “You owe me more than that.”

“I know. I brought you a parting gift.” He raised his hand to pat his coat pocket, only to remember once again that he was naked. He lowered the hand back to his side. “I’ll keep you comfortable for several more months and pay your maid, even though I’m sure you’ll find a new protector soon.”

“You bastard!” she hurled a small bottle of what looked like perfume at him and missed him by an inch. The bottle crashed against the pillar, spreading the smell of lilac in its wake. Vanessa’s breathing slowed down a little, and she walked toward him before kneeling in front of him and placing herself between his legs. She put her hands on his knees, then moved them higher, caressing his thighs. “You think your pretty little wife is better than me?” she moved closer to him, her breasts chafing against his chest. “I’ll show you how good I can be.” Her one hand reached his cock and squeezed it hard. It twitched and lengthened in reaction.

Robert placed his hands on her shoulders to push her away. “Vanessa,” his voice cracked a little. He couldn’t help it; it felt good to have a soft woman’s hands on his body.

It had been so long since he experienced it. Vanessa lowered her bottom to her heels, settling comfortably before him, and without taking her eyes off him, lowered her mouth to his already erect length. Her mouth was hot and moist, and it felt so good that he didn’t want it to stop. Instead, he shot up as if he’d been scalded. Vanessa drew away, looking struck.

“I told you, that’s not what I want,” Robert said between his teeth. He moved and sat slowly on the other side of the bed, conscious of the fact that he was still not steady on his own two feet.

“Your cock says a different story,” he heard Vanessa’s confident voice.

“My cock doesn’t know better. Please, tell your maid to bring my clothes. I need to leave.”

“She’ll never be as good as I, you know,” Vanessa said, getting up with all the dignity she could muster.

Robert regarded her with a stable gaze. “Perhaps not. But that is none of your business.”

Vanessa let out a disgusted breath and left the room. Robert only hoped that it was to bring his clothes. He really didn’t feel well enough to traipse around the house fully naked.

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