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I looked at my phone for the first time in hours and saw a text from Max:
Hope you’re having a blast at the party. I have some big news. Lunch tomorrow at your resort?
I replied:Sure,without even wondering what his news could be. I really was a little wasted.
I took a shower, scrubbing my skin like I was trying to wash off the guilt of nearly kissing James and failing. My skin was all but raw by the time I gave up and got out of the shower.
At least I was exfoliated.
I pulled on a pair of pajamas and lay back down, but then realized I was absolutely starving. I’d had a lot to drink, but had forgotten to eat amidst the conversation and dancing.
I got out of my bed and walked toward the kitchen to get myself a snack, when I thought I heard my name. I looked around, but didn’t see anyone. After a little snack of a banana with peanut butter on it—a favorite of mine—I turned back to go to my room, when I heard my name again.
The kids weren’t home, so there was only one option for where I’d heard it from. I went to James’s door and opened it, wondering why he was calling out to me, and why he was doing it so quietly.
And with what I saw, the only response I had was, “What the hell?”
Chapter Fourteen
James
Ishould have kissed her.
I wanted to kiss her more than I think I’d ever wanted to kiss a woman, and I chickened out because clearly her relationship status was hazy at best. I didn’t want to be that guy who swooped in on her when she was vulnerable.
I loosened my tie as I walked through the dark penthouse to the master bedroom. I was tired, too tired for someone who was barely forty. The last-minute party had clearly taken more of a toll on me than I initially thought, and I was certain the copious alcohol hadn’t helped much.
As I stepped inside the dark, masculine-decorated bedroom, it hit me just how long I’d been sleeping in this room alone. Not just in a practical sense, but there was a time when Jane and I had actually put our jobs at risk because we couldn’t stop fucking.
You could have had that tonight if you’d been brave enough, said an annoying voice in my head that would have definitely fallen into the category of devil on my shoulder rather than angel.
“But I’m not that guy,” I hissed into the dark as I stripped down to my underwear. But God, did I wish I could be. I flopped backward into my king-sized bed and my skin tingled as the satin grazed my bare skin. I never told anyone but I had a huge sensory kink. Leather, lace, satin, silk. Anything that felt good on my skin.
So, it was no wonder that between the bed and my thoughts regarding Haley, I felt a stirring south of my bellybutton.
Here I was, once again, alone and living out my cliché fantasy of having that perfect, athletic body here in my bed, naked.
My hands slid down the front of my underwear, one hand toying with my barely aroused cock and the other caressing my balls. I heard my breath quicken in the silence and the sound of it sent a rush of blood straight to my waking length.
I closed my eyes and imagined that instead of being here alone, my hands were not on myself, but sitting gently on Haley’s hips where she sat on top of me.
She was naked, her firm body and large, soft breasts visible only in the moonlight that shone off the snow and into my bedroom. I wasn’t inside her, not yet, anyway. If I had Haley here, with me, like this, I was going to draw it out as long as I could.
Of course, in reality, she was likely sleeping in the room down the hall from mine, but I was ready to pretend otherwise for the sake of sorting through my fantasy.
At first, we weren’t doing anything particularly erotic, just sitting together, our skin pressed against each other and her glorious figure turning me on at a rate that my own beating heart could barely keep up with.
“The party was amazing,” she said in a sultry voice.
“It was all right,” I replied. “You were a rockstar though. I couldn’t have been more proud of you, Mrs. Warner.”
In the absolute black of my room my eyes shot open, unaware that her being my wife was part of the fantasy. It made sense, of course, she did all the things my wife used to do. But having it sneak up on me like that was unnerving.
I fell back into the fantasy with a sharp tug on my cock, and I shuddered as the pull extended up my belly and down across the rest of my genitalia.
“I couldn’t have been more proud of you, Mrs. Warner,” I repeated, running my hands across her lower back, squeezing the feminine curves at her sides.
Haley giggled and I moved my slender, strong hands to her ribs, my fingers pausing before digging into them with vigor. She shrieked, begging me to stop as she laughed.
