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FOUR
I’ve been thoroughly used. My muscles feel like gelatin. I’m not even sure how I’m standing. A private smile creeps into place as I step into my shoes. There are little aches in all the right places. If I move just so, they call out to me, reminding me of everything Will did—every place he touched, licked, and fucked. I think back to our encounter in the shower. Flashes of Will on his knees, his face buried between my thighs. The memory of shockingly cold tiles against my shoulder blades. Water cascading down my face, and the wet, slippery slide of our bodies.
One memory in particular, of me bent over, holding on to the metal towel bar as Will did things to me I’d never considered but had hoped to have happen, cause my cheeks to burn. And not just the ones he spanked raw.
Will is a dirty boy.
I shake my head to clear it. It’s time to get my head on straight. Our night together is fast coming to an end. But I can’t stop smiling, and I have him to thank for it.
I haven’t felt like this since before the kids were born. It reminds me of how much I needed this night. How much I needed to be reminded that I am still a woman with needs and desires. A woman who is still attractive and sexy. Over the years, I lost myself to the routine, the demands of little people with needs of their own, dependent on me for their very survival. Somewhere along the way, I had ceased to exist, taking a backseat to everyone else’s needs and wants.
Tonight, I’ve reclaimed some of me. I feel vibrant and alive again. Rejuvenated. I know that when I return home, it won’t be as if I’ve returned to the drudgery of my life. Instead, it will be with a renewed sense of satisfaction, a burst of energy. I’ve been reborn in many ways, in just a few short hours.
In my mind, I think of all the ways this experience will have a positive impact on my daily life. I’ll smile more, as I’m doing now. I’ll be more patient, because I’ve allowed myself the space and luxury to breathe again. I’ll be happier, having treated myself to the thrill and excitement of this night, and it will all trickle down into every aspect of my life, making everything so much brighter.
“I have to get going,” Will interrupts my thoughts. Standing by the hotel room door, his suit and tie back in place, hanging perfectly from his wide shoulders and contouring to what I know to be a fantastic body, one would never suspect that he’d just spent hours screwing a woman’s brains out.
The fact that woman is me gives me goose bumps. I’m almost jealous of that suit, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t experience a pang of jealousy thinking of the next woman who will warm his bed. If I had the time, I’d ask for another round before we go. As it is, I have to be leaving too. Tonight has been and forever will be relegated to nothing more than a fond memory. Despite having had sex with Will, I love my husband more than anything in this world. He’s my life, my heart. While I regret having to leave here, I’m excited to get back home and be with my family again.
Grabbing my purse, I saunter over, pausing before him. Will looks down at me, and I up at him, and we stand in perfect silence, digesting everything that has transpired between us.
A soft smile graces his perfect mouth and I reflect my own back. There is nothing to say. We have a mutual understanding, one that will be left behind in this room to be erased by the maid in short order.
Reaching up, Will hooks his finger around a strand of wayward hair stuck to my cheek and pushes it back behind my ear. “Thank you for a lovely evening,” I say with no small amount of fondness in my voice. I look toward the floor. My fingers flex.
“The pleasure was all mine.”
I smile, because that’s so untrue. I lost track of how many times he made me come after the fifth.
Gesturing toward the door, Will allows me to lead the way out, closing it behind us. We walk the long corridor to the elevator and ride down side by side in complete silence. We maintain a respectable distance. If anyone were to join us, we appear to be perfect strangers.
When we arrive at the lobby, Will waits for me to step out first and follows. I flick him a look, telling him farewell and thank you and so many other things before parting ways—me to the front desk to check out, and him to the exit.
And here my night has ended. I’m heading back into the real world once again. The kids will be in their pajamas by now, the TV blaring with some crazy cartoon that lacks the creativity of those I grew up with, and Bradley will be arriving home shortly to grace me with his adoring smile. Home.
I return the doorman’s wish for a good evening and climb into my car. The drive is short, taking me less than ten minutes to cross the river and navigate the quiet streets before pulling into my driveway.
The faint glow of lights behind drawn curtains draws my eye, but all appears quiet. Drawing in a deep breath, I turn off the engine and push open the door. I’m crossing the backend of the car, my left foot poised to climb the first step up to the house, when headlights sweep across the snow-dusted landscape followed by the rumble of another car engine.
My gaze lifts and catches on the black four by four with the giant crash bar mounted on the grill as it closes the distance, stopping just a foot or two away. Placing my foot back down on the drive, I pivot around and face the truck head on, waiting for the driver to get out.
When he does, I feel my breath stutter in my chest.
“Hey, sexy,” Bradly murmurs as he comes around the front and heads straight for me like an arrow finding its target.
“Hey,” I reply back almost breathlessly. My eyes eat him up, snagging on every detail. He looks so good in that suit, I just can’t get over it. He should wear it every day. Maybe even to bed. My man works construction, but when he cleans up, he does it well. But for all the clothing in the world, nothing quite gets me like his eyes.
His arms come around me, hooking my waist and pulling me to him like he owns me. And he does. Always has. I peer up at my husband, at the love of my life, and get lost in his eyes.
Those tropical green eyes that take me back to our honeymoon at Papakolea Beach.
His kiss is sweet, familiar in a way that only the person you intend to spend the rest of your life with is. It’s a homecoming that makes my heart race. When he lifts his head, his eyes dance with humor. “So, how was your night…Jasmine?”
A tinkle of laughter erupts from me and I poke him in the side. “It was pretty amazing…Will.”
He chuckles as he guides me up the stairs to the house. “Same time next week?”
“Hmm…better make it two. I don’t want my husband getting suspicious.”
He pauses, keys in the lock, to look back at me. “Yeah, you’re probably right. If my wife finds out, we’re both dead.”
We both laugh at that, and he pushes the door open. Immediately, I hear the noise of cartoons in the living room and smell the scent of popcorn in the air. The dogs start barking at the sound of our entrance, and it’s quickly followed by the rush of little feet bounding down the stairs.
“Mommy, Daddy, you’re home!”
Bradley bends down and sweeps our two little monsters into his arms, giving them tickly whisker kisses and making them squeal with delight as I stand back and take in the scene.
My chest swells with joy and happiness as all my thoughts are confirmed—tonight was, indeed, a refresher for our marriage.
And I can’t wait to do it again.
