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I nod. “Yes.”
“Good.”
His hands go to the buttons on his shirt and begin working their way down it. The top one is already undone. It’s perpetually undone on Jameson. I think one of the reasons why he wears a suit better than any other man is because he has his own style. Undone buttons, exposed skin, rolled-up sleeves, and ties that are often loosened like he wants nothing more to do with them. Jameson might not have been born into a suit-wearing world, but he’s firmly in it now. And he lives in it exactly how he does everything: in his own way.
I’m mesmerized by his fingers as they work those buttons. So much so that he’s undone the entire shirt before I realize I’ve watched the whole show. When I drag my gaze back to his face, he’s watching me with a look that says he’s feeling all the same things I am.
I’ve never orgasmed as fast as I did when Jameson fucked me tonight. He might be clueless when it comes to many things with a woman, but he knows how to deliver an orgasm. The only thing I’m thinking while sitting here watching him undress is how much I want more of those orgasms.
However, that’s my body doing all the thinking, so I push her aside and take back control.
“You need to do that in the bathroom,” I throw out, ignoring the fact that even I can hear how turned on I am.
He keeps his eyes on mine as he removes his shirt.
“Jameson.” The thread of need in my voice can’t be missed, but I’m unsure if it’s the need for him to stop or the need for him to start that’s more urgent.
He reads me perfectly. I know he does by the way he takes a moment analyzing me, determining his next move. It’s quite unlike the Jameson I know. That man would just take what he wants without regard for what I want. This Jameson, this new one I’m slowly meeting, takes my wants into consideration.
Finally, his nostrils flare, and with one last glance, he walks into his bathroom.
I let out the breath I was holding.
We can’t have sex again.
It’s messing with the way I think about him.
Jameson stole my company from me.
He’s an asshole who only cares about himself and treats me like a child.
I hate him.
Those are the thoughts I need to hold onto in order to survive this marriage.
Yet, the only one of those thoughts that feels completely accurate anymore is the fact he took my company. The others are in tatters and as much as I try to put them back together, I’m floundering.
We really can’t have sex again.
A text sounds and I grab my phone, grateful for the reprieve from the mess in my head.
Natalie: Just got your message. Are you okay? Did you know your mom was coming to stay?
Adeline: No and no.
Adeline: And I had sex with Jameson again.
Natalie: So, we’ve moved on from denial?
Adeline: No. I’m never doing it again.
Natalie: It was that bad?
Adeline: It was fucking awful.
Natalie: Right, so definitely still deep in denial. Got it. Why’d your mom come to town?
Adeline: Who knows why my mother does anything? She said she needed a break from Sabrina.
