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“Do we?” Gage muttered when Heather was out of ear shot.
Gage reached for his cell, his thoughts all over the place. Did his wife truly like him anymore? Were they growing apart? Wanting different things out of life then they did in the beginning? Without a second thought, Gage typed out.
Sweetheart, you and I both know you aren’t talking about scones. ;) And I have no doubt you’re sweet. Heather is still out all day tomorrow. If Luke is still taking the kids to the water park, you wanna do lunch?
Tilly’s focus zeroed in on his last line. Lunch? She assumed he meant like they were sharing breakfast, but the idea of meeting him, hearing his voice, seeing his expressions when he spoke, getting to look her fill. Heat pooled between her legs at the thought. A clear warning, but she didn’t heed it when she replied to him.
I’d love to do lunch. Breakfast has been so much fun. What are you thinking you want to eat?
Gage’s cock twitched reading her last line. Fuck. He knew exactly what he wanted to eat. He took a deep breath. Succumbing to the warmth in his balls, his growing cock, he typed back one word.
You!
“Oh dear God.” Tilly stood up, and walked away from her phone. She saw the line in the sand, she’d been toeing it, but reading that...heaven forgive her, but she wanted that too. Standing in her yard, her children sleeping, she wanted to give in to all this man made her feel. She heard the warning bells, they’d been soft but persistent from the beginning of this, but she was growing immune, because now, all she could hear was him saying,You.Over and over again.
She walked back to her phone, her heart pounding painfully in her chest when she confessed.
That makes two of us.
In no circumstance was Gage stupid, he recognized what was going on. Since the beginning his eyes were wide open, never turning a blind eye. But, fuck, as wrong as this all was, it felt right. Standing, he stretched his arms above his head, contemplating his reply. One that didn’t consist of him telling her how he wanted her. To feel her, to taste her. He moved to the cherry blossom tree, bent and pulled a few weeds along its trunk. The few minutes he took to cool down from their messaging didn’t help one bit when he picked up his cell and typed out.
Fuck, Tilly. This is so wrong, but why in the fuck does is feel so fucking good?
Tilly looked up at the sky, closing her eyes and letting the heat of the morning sun wash over her. Her emotions were everywhere, but reading he was feeling it too, that they were in it together, she took a deep breath before she replied,
Serendipity, Gage. Sometimes those passing ships change course. Or at least, I really want them to.
Gage read her words, looked to his house and wondered if the life he was living was not the one he was meant for. Why didn’t their ships pass years ago? Raising a hand to his chin, he rubbed it, his mind all over the place, everywhere but where it should be, on his own marriage falling to the wayside. Gage took long steady steps to his phone, brought up their thread and tapped on the screen with force.
I want to hear your voice, Tilly. Say tomorrow that I can…
Her eyes were wide open, stepping down a road she had no business being on, when she replied with just her phone number. She may have just damned them both, but she didn’t care.
Gage read the number, every single digit, one by one in a whisper. His hands slightly shook when he backed out of the message, brought up his word doc and entered the number. His eyes focused on the screen but not seeing it; he wanted to use it now. He wouldn’t cross that line today; he’d wait for when they were both alone. He didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to; Tilly would understand why he didn’t. There was nothing left to say. Shaking the haze she had left him in from his head, Gage went about his day.
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Tilly listened to the joy in Ashley’s voice as she taunted her brother. They were at her in-laws; Ashley was kicking their asses in Forza. Even Justin was grinning, despite getting his ass kicked. She was surprised when Luke joined them. Sitting next to her. He wasn’t playing, his focus on his phone, but he was there. Her in-laws were fixing dessert. She sat there, among her family, but part of her wasn’t there. She was still on her patio with Gage, thinking about how they’d left things. She was cheating. In her heart, she was cheating. She knew this, but she couldn’t stop the want...the need. From the beginning, there had been something between her and Gage. That something had been building with every word spoken. She knew, from the start, where it was leading. She could have taken a step back at any time during their exchanges. She hadn’t. Tomorrow, she didn’t have to answer the phone. He’d know she’d had a change of heart. It would likely end what had only just started between them, or at the very least, rein it back in. The thought caused a pain in her chest.
“Mom, aren’t you paying attention!” Ashley shouted, yanking Tilly from her thoughts. Her focus moved back to the game she wasn’t paying any attention to.
“Sorry. I’m ready.”
Luke touched her lap. “You okay?”
Her heart twisted, her words getting stuck behind the guilt lodged in her throat. “Yes. I was just thinking about my upcoming week.” Her stomach twisted at the white lie. She could stop this, she could go back to the life she had. It was a good life, safe, and it was also missing something. She loved her kids, but a woman was more than a mother. A woman needed more than to nurture and to love. She needed to be loved, to be wanted, to be desired. She’d allowed that part of her to be ignored. Gage woke that part of her up. She liked it; no, she loved it. She loved how he made her feel, enough that she could sit next to her husband and wish his touch was Gage’s.
“This is nice.” Luke said, giving her leg a squeeze before he removed his hand.
Nice. It was nice. She’d had enough of nice. She wanted passionate, wild, and she wanted that with Gage. She should feel worse than she did admitting that, but instead, she found herself counting the hours until he called her.
“Dessert.” Madeline called from the dining room.
Like they were on fire, the kids paused their game and ran out of the room. Tilly lingered, Luke too. He leaned closer, touched his lips to her ear. “I’m thinking I want my dessert later.”
Her first reaction was to pull away. What was she doing? This was her husband, the father of her children, but lately, it wasn’t him she thought about when she brought herself to orgasm. It was wrong, so very wrong. This time, she looked him right in the eyes when she lied, “I’m actually not feeling so hot.”
His concern made her feel like shit. Leaning up, he touched her head. “What’s wrong?”
