Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
He closed his eyes, and when he opened them, he offered me a smile. “Delicious.”
“Good. How was your day?” Now I could eat. If he’d not been happy with the food, I wouldn’t have minded going and doing something extra. That was what a wife did, right?
“Eventful. Slavik and the others have returned to their territory.”
“Yes, their wives did call me, and they left numbers for me to contact them. How does that work?” I asked.
“Simple, you want to talk to someone, you call them. They’re your friends now.”
“But I barely know them.”
“I guess that’s what talking is all about.”
“Are you and Ivan friends?” I asked.
“Yes.”
There was a slight hesitation.
“How do you and Ivan know each other?” Peter asked.
I knew I shouldn’t ask questions. I was not going to divulge Ivan’s secret. It was not mine to tell. This was not me being more loyal to Ivan than my husband. This was me being a friend. Ivan was my friend. I frowned and sat back.
“What?” Peter asked.
“Do you ever have those moments of revelation when you suddenly realize something?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I had one.”
“Care to share?”
“Ivan’s my friend,” I said.
Peter looked at me.
“I know, it’s crazy. I, uh, I helped him years ago. I was a stranger to him, and I just wanted to make him feel better, I guess.” I shrugged. I did so without knowing who he was, and yet Ivan had never forgotten about me. I’d not forgotten about him, and I’d hoped he found peace, love, and happiness. I now knew he didn’t have any of those things, but he had gotten a family.
“Ivan’s a hard man to be friends with.”
“I understand that, but … he is my friend. I want to look out for him. Help him. He helped me, and so did you,” I said.
“I was just doing my job.”
“Were you?” I asked. “Would it hurt if I were to let you go?”
This was not what I wanted to talk about. This wasn’t supposed to be about the future. I’d made the choice to stay. I loved Peter enough for both of us.
Peter put down his knife and fork, and he pushed out his chair. I felt my heart breaking just a little, but then he stopped and cupped my cheek. He tilted my head back and stared into my eyes.
“You’re not leaving,” he said.
It didn’t quite answer my question and I was about to tell him that, when his lips crashed against mine and silenced all manner of protest.
He felt so good, and this was what I loved. His kisses, his touches, his attention. I felt greedy because I wanted it all, without compromise. Did that make me selfish? Probably.
I didn’t know how we managed it, but we left the table and kissed our way into the bedroom. He reached down, grabbed my knee, and lifted it over his hip. Peter broke the kiss, and he pushed the dress I was wearing up toward my hips.
“Tell me, does this still hurt?” He pointed toward my ink and I shook my head.
“No.”
“Good.” He slid his hand up and then grabbed my ass. “Fuck, I have missed this.” He broke the kiss and began to nuzzle my neck, sucking at the pulse. His tongue danced across the column of my neck, and I closed my eyes.
His hands felt everywhere, but in a good way. I didn’t want him to stop. He felt so good.
Peter removed the dress from my body, and then tore at my panties and bra. Before too long, I was naked, and he was still fully dressed. I couldn’t stop him, though, as he pushed me to the bed, and within seconds his mouth was between my thighs. His tongue stroked my clit, and then sunk down, pushed inside me, and made me ache for him.
He drew back and flicked my clit, gliding back and forth, before sucking my nub between his teeth.
It had been too long since I had last felt him, and I couldn’t hold back. I screamed his name as he teased my clit, back and forth, around in a circle. Each stroke designed to send me higher and higher, until he pushed me right across the peak, hurtling me toward that very edge.
I came hard, screaming his name, not wanting it to end.
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Peter
I loved the taste of Niamh’s cunt. So ripe and juicy, and I also loved the fact that she belonged to me. She was all mine.
No other man had touched her. I was the only one she had desired.
I didn’t want her to fucking leave. I couldn’t stand the thought of it. She belonged to me.
Fucking Ivan and his meddling ways. In that moment, I hated him, but I pushed all those thoughts to the side because those thoughts didn’t have a place when I was making love and fucking my wife. Niamh was mine. All mine. I wasn’t going to let her go easily.