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“Good. I didn’t like her.” She paused for a moment, scrutinizing my face. I did my best to stay still. “How do I know you are telling me the truth? How do I know you haven’t been fucking her this whole time?”
“I guess you can’t know for sure, but I’m asking you to trust me. I haven't been with anyone since we got married. I don’t want anyone else. I only want you.”
“You’re just saying that,” she accused and looked at her feet. I stepped into her space, and she tried to back up, but the back of her legs hit the couch, forcing her to sit. Calmly, I leaned down, putting my hands on the back of the couch on either side of her head. I leaned forward so we were eye to eye, and she had no choice but to look directly into my face.
“I don’t just say things, Natalia. I am a businessman above all else, and you are my most important business. I don’t know when that happened, but it did. You are important to me, and I would never put us at risk because I wanted to screw another woman. Sure, I look, and I have fantasies. I am a human male, but I will never act on them. Not when I have you to come home to. You mean more to me than a one-night stand. Hell, you mean more to me than a damn fine PA. Someone as good at her job as Caroline is hard to come by.”
She chuckled at that, and I smiled, knowing I had gotten through to her, thank goodness. “I am sorry I have been away all week. There have been things going on that I have had to deal with on top of the usual business, so I have been working almost non-stop. I am sorry I haven't been here for you. I promise I will work on that, but you have to give me some patience. It has been just me for a very long time. I think I shut myself off from everyone around me, but you woke me up. You brought me back to life.”
I would have said more, but she took my face into her hands, and nothing else needed to be said.
Chapter 18
Natalia
Hiswordshitmeon a level I didn’t even know I had. Before he got home I had felt gutted, broken. At first, I had thought to go to my father’s house and hide there or maybe Kiwi’s where he wouldn’t find me, but I had wanted to come back here, even if it felt like a hostile place to be. I wanted to see him again, fight with him, rip him apart for what he had done. But when he came home and told me what had happened, I believed him. The look in his eyes was just so full of truth and logic that I couldn’t deny it.
Maybe it was a little naive to just take him at his word, but he hadn’t given me a reason to distrust him. Maybe the benefit of the doubt made the most sense here. It certainly sounded better. Then, everything he said about how I had brought him back to life just made my heart explode, and I couldn’t contain it anymore.
I kissed him, took his face in both of my hands, and pressed my lips to his as close as I could get them. He opened his mouth, and I slid my tongue in, needing and wanting to taste him. I had thought we were going to fall apart, but not today. Not now. Not when he had just admitted so much of what I had been wanting to hear.
Our kiss was wet and fevered—the kind that leaves lips bruised and mouths hungry. The kind that keeps begging to happen again when it’s broken for breath. He leaned forward, pushing me back onto the couch, and took one hand off the back of the couch to place it on my back, gilding me to lay on the couch with him above me. His leg was supporting his weight, placed between my knees so that he could hover, not putting his weight on me yet. My hands found the buttons of his shirt and I undid them, one by one, using my fingers to see because I refused to let his mouth go yet.
When the buttons were not a problem anymore, I finally let him go so that he could take his shirt and tie off. He threw them unceremoniously in the direction of the stairs, his shoes following shortly thereafter.
I quickly started undoing his belt when his hand covered mine.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, and I nodded.
“Yes,” I told him and slid the unbuckled belt through his pants, dropping it on the floor by the couch.
“You don’t have to,” he said, but he watched as I lifted my arms and started taking off my shirt. I pulled it up and over my head and wiggled when it got caught in my hair, making my tits jiggle. He licked his lips, and I knew he was enjoying the show.
“I know,” I told him, then went for my pants. I undid the button and slid them down my legs without even bothering with the zipper. With some wiggling and help from Jimmy as well as a leg position change from him, I managed to get them off and kick them over the arm of the couch. I was happy I was just wearing socks because if I had been wearing shoes, that would have been much more difficult.
Jimmy looked down at me, taking in my blue lace thong panties and my matching bra as if I were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and he didn’t want to touch me for fear of breaking me or something.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispered and kissed me again. Then he pulled away to speak. “Are you completely sure you are ready? Because once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
In answer, I slid his pants down far enough so he could kick them off, his boxer briefs going along with them. His cock sprang free, pointing downward—straight, thick, and hard. I took it in one hand and pumped him gently, teasingly. He throbbed in my hand, and in answer, everything inside me tightened. I could feel myself getting wetter as I looked up at Jimmy’s face. His eyes were closed in concentration, and his jaw was clenched. His whole body had gone rigid, and I smiled, loving the effect I had on him.
I nudged his leg with mine and he shifted so he was holding up his weight on his hands and knees, which were now both placed on the couch between my legs. I leaned forward a little so I could undo my bra clasps from the front, and after slipping it off, I threw that to the floor as well. His mouth instantly found one of my breasts, and he took as much of it into his mouth as he could, the nipple at the very center. I hissed in a breath, loving the pulling sensation. When his tongue flicked the end of my nipple, I squirmed. It was like there was a direct line from my nipple to my G-spot. Already wet and wanting, my pussy sprung to life and began to pulse.
“Please, Jimmy, I need you inside me,” I heard myself beg.
A low growl came from his chest as he brought one hand down and ran a finger along the seam of my sex. Slowly, he pushed the finger inside me, and I thrust my hips forward, wanting more. I needed more. I needed all of him.
“Please, Jimmy. I need you. I…”
“Tell me.”
“I need you inside me. Now,” I groaned and he smiled at me, putting another finger in, stroking me in tandem.
“I am inside you,” he said innocently and moved his fingers in a ‘come here’ motion, massaging the roof of my pussy. They set off something gloriously electric inside me, and I arched my back, loving what I was feeling, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him.
“I need you, Jimmy. I needallof you inside me. Now. Please…”
Apparently he was done teasing because he removed his fingers, using them to now to pull my panties aside, positioned himself in front of me, and thrust himself deep inside me. My eyes practically rolled back in my head, it felt so incredible. I could feel myself stretch around him, taking him inch by inch until finally he went in as deep as he could. It was a tight fit, but it was sheer bliss. Nothing had ever felt this good, and we hadn’t even gotten into it yet.
