Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 43751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 219(@200wpm)___ 175(@250wpm)___ 146(@300wpm)
The way he’d touched me, all soft and gentle, had made my heart race as much as it does when he puts on the caveman act, and in fact, I’d be hard-pressed to choose which I prefer. Him pounding into me as he tells me he wants me to have his child or the gentle, tender way he’d looked into my eyes this morning as he came inside me, just before lowering his lips to my ear to tell me just how much he wants to share his seed with me.
I had to shake myself out of it, or I’d have soaked my panty shield for sure. After months of marriage and with two teenagers in the house, I’m amazed that he can still do this to me. After years of keeping myself off the market, I think I’d been convinced that these days were long past. The truth is, I feel better now in this relationship with my sexy domineering husband than I had as an inexperienced teen with my first.
I spritzed on some of my new favorite scent and grabbed my designer clutch on my way out of the room. I wasn’t worried about being too overdressed for Janelle because she never leaves the house looking anything less than a ten, and I also knew if I didn’t bring my A-game, as she calls it that she’d probably drag me back here to change.
I eyed Eric’s custom Hummer and really gave some serious thought to driving that instead of my nifty little Maserati, but in the end, I figured I better not risk it. Janelle was already way too focused on getting her hands on Janine literally when all I was interested in was putting her in her place for now if I drove that who knows what she’d try talking me into.
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ERIC
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Wait, that sounds like Justine out there; what’s she doing here? Not that I mind. Anytime my wife drops in on me, I’m good, but why wasn’t she coming in? I got even more confused when she just put her head around the door and didn’t come into the office like she usually does. I hadn’t thought about it until I saw her pretty face, but a little distraction is just what I need right now to help me escape my thoughts.
“Hi, hubby!”
“Hey, babe, what’re you doing? Get in here.” I pushed my chair back from the desk and started to get up to go to her, but she stopped me in my tracks.
“Can’t Janelle and I have an appointment.”
“Janelle?”
Just then, she called out from her desk, “Hey boss, I’m taking a long lunch man the phones.”
“Isn’t that what I pay you for?” I got up and went to stand in the doorway.
“Not today, you ain’t. Come on, Justine, he has that look in his eye again. Nasty. If lunch goes over, I just might go home right after. We don’t have anything doing anyway.”
It wasn’t even eleven just where the heck was these two off to that she thought it was going to take the better part of a day? Before I could open my mouth to ask, Janelle was dragging my poor wife to the elevator, and Justine was grinning back at me with a wave.
Damn, I didn’t even get to feel her in that suit. I knew she would look good as hell in it, though, and I was right. But wasn’t that shit showing her ass off a bit too much? I grumbled my displeasure all the way back to my desk while I tried to figure out what the heck was going on and why the people in my life were hell-bent on making me crazy.
I’d tried getting Tyler to tell me what had happened last night after I left him alone, but all he’d tell me was that everything was going to plan and not to worry. No matter how I tried to tell him that maybe I should be the one dealing with this mess, he wouldn’t hear of it. Claiming in the end that since Janine was his mother and since he was the reason I’d kept her around, that it was his duty. I regret telling him that shit.
The only thing that kept me from forcing the issue was that I’d already called in a favor and had someone all set to keep an eye on my ex, who would let me know every move she made for the next few days. I’m still not sure what plans Tyler and his little friend have, but I’m not taking any chances that my son was going to do something that can mess up his future.
It’s only as I was driving to work that I realized that my son was well and truly a man. He still has his moments where I can still see flashes of the little boy who needed me to tie his shoelaces, the little tike who’d follow me around and look at me with hero-worship in his eyes, but my boy had grown up.