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“Sure,” she said. “That sounds great.”
“I know this great place,” Malik said, grinning so widely it looked like his face would split in half. “Are you free this weekend?”
Birgitta suddenly found all of her plans gone from her mind, erased with one swoop. She frowned trying to recall what her family was doing.
Is Julia coming home this weekend?Birgitta thought.Or is she staying at her apartment to get university work done?
Birgitta couldn’t remember. She could have sworn Julia was coming home, but she couldn’t think clearly through the haze of sensuality clouding her mind.
“Should be fine,” Birgitta said, a smile spreading over her lips.
Even if she was busy the entire weekend, she wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away from her. She would make room for Malik, though she knew it was wrong. Birgitta wanted to do this for all the wrong reasons—the chance to have another man dote on her, tell her how beautiful she was, how lucky her husband was to have her.
Would she tell Malik about her marital problems? Would she confide in him? Birgitta pushed the thoughts away and forced herself to focus on Malik’s face. He was speaking and she was zoning him out.
“Give me your number,” Malik insisted. “I’ll text you the address.”
All she wanted to do was reach out and touch his soft skin, kiss his large lips. It felt so good to be attracted to someone real for a change, even if it wasn’t her husband.
“Sure,” Birgitta managed to say.
Her throat was tight, making it hard to speak or even swallow. Slowly, she pulled her phone out of her purse and began searching through her contacts for her own number. Malik pulled out his own phone and readied himself, his large thumbs hovering over the bright screen.
Birgitta read out her number and Malik typed it in. Within a couple of seconds, she received a text message. It contained one word: Malik. Birgitta didn’t understand at first. She wondered who the hell had texted her Malik’s name? It took a moment for her to realize that he had sent her the text, giving her his number.
“Thanks,” Birgitta smiled, looking up from her phone.
“I’ll call you over the weekend,” Malik said. “It was so nice seeing you again.”
“Yes, you too,” Birgitta stuttered. “Looking forward to our fika.”
She didn’t need to tell him why. She was going to keep that little bit of information to herself.
Malik was already walking away from her, going back to his shopping. Birgitta looked over her shoulder as he walked away, unable to stop gawking at him. She tilted her head as her eyes drifted down, looking longingly at his perfect, round butt.
As she stood there, she felt dazed and confused. She’d been completely blindsided by that random interaction. Everything she’d been thinking about before had been forgotten, thrown into the wind.
Roaming through the aisles, her mental shopping list had completely vanished. If there was anything else she needed to buy, there was no chance she was going to remember it now. All she could think about was putting her hands on Malik’s strong, young body. When her tongue touched her lips, she could almost taste him on her skin.
It sent her into a frenzy.
Chapter four
Come on big boy
Birgittaslammedthefrontdoor behind her. Her whole body pulsed as her blood rushed through her veins so hot it felt it could’ve burned her from the inside out. Birgitta shrugged off her coat, leaving it in a lump on the floor, and kicked off her shoes. They flew toward the kitchen, careening through the air before clattering down to the floor.
She didn’t care if she frightened Kent, nor if she bothered the neighbors. The only thing she could think about was Malik’s beautiful face. She’d never been so horny and desperate for someone in her whole life. What was worse, she knew he would never go for her. She was almost forty years old and he couldn’t have been older than twenty. Why the hell would someone like him be with a woman double his age?
All of the pent-up energy was coming out in fits and storms of rage. She tore through the kitchen, stomping her feet as she made her way to the stairs. She passed the living room, getting a glimpse inside. Kent was stretched out on the couch, ignoring her mood. That only made her angrier. Wouldn’t a loving husband come to her immediately to see what was wrong?
It didn’t matter. Birgitta didn’t want to see Kent. She wanted to fuck Malik. That was what shereallywanted, but that was never going to happen. Her libido was taking her over little by little, slowly growing out of control. How the hell was she supposed to live like this?
She got into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. Even if Kent came upstairs, he would know she didn’t want to be bothered. Birgitta wanted to be left alone so she could masturbate to Malik’s face in peace.
She brought out the box of toys beneath the bed. Birgitta turned it over on the bed, allowing all of them to pour out. She rifled through them, looking at all the different dildo shapes, sizes, and materials. None of them looked interesting. The egg was too gentle but the rabbit was too much.
Birgitta sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the toys. All she felt was sadness creeping into her stomach. She didn’t want any of these—she wanted a real man’s fingers to touch her body. A man to give her multiple orgasms with his mouth. Kent didn’t care for long, passionate lovemaking any longer. Not with her at least, so she had to resort to this.
