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I cup her face and she lightly glides her finger over my chest, igniting all the need I have for her.
“I want to take you home and right back to our bed.”
“Ourbed?” River raises her brows. She looks as if she wants to keep up the sexy edge of defiance she has going on, but she’s failing and yielding to this between us neither of us can control
“Our bed, wife. Come home with me.” I move in and kiss her tenderly.
“Okay, let’s go home.”
We barely make it home. I just manage to park up in the garage, then I grab her and set her on the hood of my car. One hungry, filthy kiss leads to me being buried deep inside her, buried to the hilt and losing my damn mind as I fuck my wife on the hood of my car.
Her moans fill me, inside and out. Taking her again feels selfish but I need her.
I fucking need her. The poignant thought makes my thrusts more profound and animalistic. River’s body jerks as she comes and her walls clench around my dick milking me, but still I keep going.
I’m not done yet.
I pick her up and flip her around so she’s bending over the hood and I can watch her lush ass jiggle as I pound into her from behind.
We stay like that for a nice pocket of time until we come.
My senses only return for a few heartbeats, then I’m lost again the moment we fall into bed—our bed. There’s no fucking way she’s going back to that room she was previously in. My room is hers now, my bed hers, my life hers.
And she is mine.
We get in the bed then I can’t stop. I keep needing more and more of her and finding excuses to have one more time.
We’re like this for the rest of the week and neither of us goes anywhere. At this point I’m so consumed with her that I can’t even remember the way to work.
Monday morning sneaks up on us and I know that if we have a repeat of last week we’ll piss off a whole bunch of people. I might not care but she has ballet and that’s her world too.
As she lies in my arms, resting her head against my heart we watch the morning brighten before us, and I think of what to do.
I never thought I’d ever be considering Luc’s advice on such a deep level, but I am. I’ve been thinking about it like crazy, my mind doing all sorts of mental acrobatics to think of how it could all work.
One year—well it’s not a year now. As of today, we have eleven and a half months.
Do I want to spend the rest of that time in limbo and having these wild sessions then not really putting a label on it. And what about her?
I know her, she’s the same as me. She’s thinking too.
Not getting too close went right out the window before it even became a thing, so we need to do the alternative.
River shuffles in my arms and I run my finger over the flat of her stomach.
“I need to get dressed, Jericho,” she mutters.
“I know, just give me five minutes.”
She laughs. “What are we going to do for five minutes?”
I pull back and turn so I can face her. “You can listen to me.”
“What will you be talking about?”
I hold her gaze. “I think we should have a fling.” That almost sounds juvenile and crazy outside my mind, so when she laughs it’s not surprising.
“A fling? Is that what you do over the summer or something like that.”
