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“What are you doing?” she asked as his fingers grazed her nipples, causing yet another chill.
“I took care of breakfast. I think it’s fair,” he answered, allowing his mouth to brush against her ear.
That he expected tit for tat had her hackles up even more than his unwelcomed touch. She shoved down her feelings in an attempt to keep the peace. She didn’t want to cause any more ripples when they still hadn’t discussed her going to the audition instead of the benefit.
She kept still while he continued to travel down her body, his hands briefly squeezing her breasts before continuing to slide lower. When he reached the hem of her sleep shirt, he took a moment to place a kiss on the sensitive space behind her ear. Her slow deep breath kept her from recoiling from his touch.
“I have work today,” she objected.
His left hand squeezed her bare thigh as his right thumb hooked the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, his hand working its way up the inside of her thigh. When he reached her center, he stroked his fingers over her panties.
“We have time.”
She pressed her thighs together, but he used both hands to pry them apart. “Don’t pretend you don’t want me, too. It’s been a long time; you’ve missed me.”
Drawing in another deep breath, she forced away her panic. It wasn’t like she hadn’t had sex with him plenty of times before. She could do it. It would keep the peace. There was no way he’d go along with her decision to skip the benefit if she fought him. She forced herself to relax as he slipped a hand inside her panties and spread her flesh with his fingers. She didn’t protest when he hauled her from the chair and bent her over the table. When he slid her panties down her thighs, she focused her attention on the cool feel of the wood against her cheek.
“I’m tired and not really in the mood,” she complained, attempting one last protest.
“It’s okay. I’ll do the work.”
Before she could say anything else, he was behind her and forcing his way inside. He set a harsh pace as she braced herself against the table and waited for it to be over. One hand held her in place by her hip while his other one roamed under her shirt to her bare breast.
“Do you like that?” he asked through gritted teeth.
Tears silently streamed down her face and onto the table. He didn’t notice. He never cared if she was in the mood. As his wife, she did her duty and struggled to stay calm until he was finished. The hand on her hip squeezed tighter and his thrusts grew quicker, letting her know it wouldn’t be long. Wrapping his hand around the front of her neck, he grunted as he thrust one last time.
Without a word he withdrew and retreated to the bedroom, leaving her bent over the table in tears. She stayed put until she could collect herself. She’d put up with worse. At least he hadn’t hit her. She only kicked herself for not seeing it coming. She should have known better than to accept his kindness at face value. After pulling her panties up and fixing her shirt, she folded herself into the corner of the couch and waited for him to leave the bedroom.
Chapter 2
Samantha busied herself at work. If there weren’t any customers, she was busy cleaning. She told Meka she was fine, but judging by the sideways glances she kept receiving, she wasn’t very convincing. It had been two days since the table sex she didn’t want, and Brandon had barely said two words to her. They hadn’t discussed the audition, and she was sure it would be an argument. Knowing his work schedule was all over the place, there was no choice but to bring it up again when she saw him next.
“Did Chenille end up going to homecoming? I kept forgetting to ask you,” Samantha asked, referring to Meka’s sixteen-year-old daughter.
“Yeah, apparently. She discussed everything with her dad because she knew I’d need details and want to meet her date. The dance fell on her weekend at her dad’s so I can’t do much about it.”
Samantha looked at Meka while she tried to think of something positive to say. “Well, she has a good head on her shoulders; I’m sure everything was okay.”
“Yeah. So, what’s going on with you? You haven’t seemed right since you got here. And don’t tell me you’re fine. I didn’t believe you earlier, and I won’t believe you now.”
Samantha met her gaze in hopes that she would look away first. When she didn’t, Samantha sighed and folded her arms across her chest. “Things aren’t great with Brandon. We haven’t really talked about the audition, and I know it’s going to be a big thing.”
“I thought you were going to talk to him when you got home the other night.”
“I did try to talk to him. And he wasn’t interested in talking about it.”
“Okay, but we already knew it wouldn’t be simple. What am I missing here?” Meka asked.
Samantha sat down in one of the reading chairs since there were no customers. She closed her eyes and tried to find a way to explain her situation. Meka knew that Brandon was a jerk, but she had no idea how bad things were. The things she had to deal with were embarrassing. What could she say? The forced sex as payment for breakfast made her second-guess her decision to go to the audition?
She let out a heavy sigh. “It’s not as easy as you make it sound. I can’t just tell him that I’m going to the audition no matter what.”
Meka’s eyes studied her with the wisdom of a woman who hadn’t always had it easy. She was only ten years older, but going through a divorce and dealing with a difficult teenage daughter made forty-five seem a lot older than thirty-five.
“What aren’t you saying?” she pushed in a gentle voice. “Does he hurt you?”
“No,” Samantha answered quickly. “Well, not really.”
