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She couldn’t say no to Malik. He needed a place to stay and, more than that, she desperately wanted him here. If he stayed, he would always be within arm’s reach. She could go to him whenever she pleased, she could let him have his way with her…
Stop it,Birgitta thought.Stop it now!
“Forget it,” Birgitta snapped.
She rushed past him, heading into the living room. Once her butt was planted on the couch, she vowed to herself that she wouldn’t leave for the rest of the evening.
Kent left her to her own devices, wasting time in the kitchen by reorganizing the cupboards. Birgitta knew that he was just as uncomfortable as her. Neither of them seemed to want Malik here. Kent didn’t know what to do with himself now that there was a relative stranger in the house. Birgitta felt the same, only she was magnetically drawn to him.
Birgitta wasted away the hours watching mindless TV. It didn’t hold her attention at all. She just stared at the flashing images as her mind wandered. At first, it was innocent enough thoughts:will it be awkward at breakfast? What kind of food does Malik like to eat? Are we going to have to change our diets to accommodate him?But it didn’t take long for those questions to turn sordid as she imagined doing terrible, dirty things to him. No matter how hard she tried to avoid thinking about it, her thoughts always circled back to it.
By the time Kent had gone to bed, Birgitta was half asleep on the couch, covered in piles of blankets. She knew she couldn’t sleep down there. Not only would she awake in the middle of the night, freezing cold and shivering, but she’d no doubt ruin her back.
Resigning herself to the fact she’d have to get up, Birgitta sighed and began peeling away the layers of blankets. She fumbled around in the dark room, searching for the remote. Once the TV had been turned off, she walked through the darkness and made her way upstairs.
Only when she was in the hallway did she stop to really think about what was happening. Behind the door to her left was Malik, by the sounds of it he was sleeping soundly. She could hear his breaths whistling out of his nose. To her right was Kent, loudly snoring in their marital bed.
Before her, she saw two paths. One was the one she had been traveling down for years—a normal life. The other, however . . . That was something else. She couldn’t see where the path would lead her, nor did she know if it was wise, but it drew her in. The lust she felt between her legs told her to go to Malik but her mind kept telling her to stay far away.
A choice needed to be made, and it needed to be made now. This was it. She couldn’t wait about anymore. She couldn’t string Malik along, nor could she continue to tease and taunt herself. It was now or never.
Birgitta stared at the painted door, glistening in the moonlight that was glowing through the window across the hall. The only thing she could hear was the sounds of the men sleeping and the beating heart in her chest. She could feel it in the hollow of her throat and in her ears, the pressure building, and building and building.
She couldn’t wait any longer. Her feet brought her to Malik’s door as her shaking hands reached out for the handle. The brushed silver was cold against her skin, biting right down to the bone. She ignored the way it felt and pushed on the handle. It squeaked as she opened it, and the sound of her rushed footsteps echoed through the floor. She stepped into the bedroom and looked immediately to her left, where the bed was positioned in the corner of the room.
Malik was sitting upright, his shirtless chest gleaming. Birgitta stopped in her tracks for a moment, blinded by how beautiful he looked. The outline of his chest was rounded and stunning, coming to a point where his nipple was erect in the cold air. His abs were sculpted in perfect little squares, covered in shadows and dim blue light.
“Gitta,” he whispered.
It was almost a question, his deep voice inflecting toward the end of her name. Birgitta stood there, her hand unable to remove itself from the door, as she stared at him. Every inch of her body wanted to rush over to him and let her hands drift down his sculpted body, but her mind knew better. She couldn’t allow herself to be controlled by her lust.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
Birgitta could see his eyes clearing as he woke up. He was starting to understand what was happening. She’d come into his bedroom in the middle of the night, and it was painfully obvious what she wanted. Theybothwanted it.
“Gitta,” he breathed. “Speak to me.”
She couldn’t. The words were getting caught in her throat, piling up there until it was filled with every one of her unspoken thoughts. Birgitta’s body was frozen in place. Even if she wanted to move, she wouldn’t have been able to. Her eyes were stuck on Malik’s naked body, unable to stop staring.
She wanted to recoil in horror as Malik stood up from the bed, but she couldn’t. No matter how much she screamed internally for her legs to move, they wouldn’t. She was helpless, watching with wide eyes as the covers fell away from his naked body.
Birgitta’s eyes were drawn down to the spot between his legs. There, his cock was erect, standing tall amongst a messy nest of curly black hair. Just looking at him, fully naked and ready to fuck, was too much for Birgitta. The muscles in her pussy tightened, as did all the muscles in her thighs. Saliva rose into her mouth as she imagined sucking on it, taking his length into her mouth and down her throat . . .
“Come,” Malik said, his large, warm hands reaching out for hers.
He took hold of her gently and pulled her toward the bed. Birgitta was powerless to stop him. The only thing she could do was stumble toward the bed. She heard Malik shut the door behind her, but the world was so distant and fuzzy that she barely noticed what was happening.
The only thing she was conscious of was the fact that he was naked, and he was taking her to bed. Her own feet tried to trip her up as she was brought over to the bed. Malik perched on the edge of it as his hands drew her closer. Birgitta couldn’t stop it. She was helpless, a passenger in her own body, forced to watch as Malik let go of her hands and wound his arms around her waist.
He looked up from the bed, his eyes large, brown, and gleaming. With his hands on her back, he knew he was in control. Anything was possible.
“I want you,” he whispered as his hands slid up her back.
She felt his fingers on the back of her bra and a jolt of fear went through her. She had expected him to try and undo it, but instead, his hands kept rising up her back until they were almost at her shoulder blades.
“Do you want me?” Malik asked.
Birgitta wasn’t sure how to reply. She could tell him the truth, give him the answer he was clearly looking for, or she could deny everything. He was giving her an out, even if he didn’t realize it. Now was the time. If she wanted to go back to her unhappy marriage and live a normal, boring life with her sub-par husband, now was her chance.
