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"You have found yourself quite an intriguing wife, Fynn." Elaine sounds impressed, convincing me further she was the right one to call. "I can't wait to meet her."
"I am happy to introduce you any time." I pause, because this is the important part. "Provided I can allow her in public."
Taking my lovely wife out around Sweet Side to show her off was a large portion of the agreement between us, but it is not something I can confidently do now. It's simply not safe.
After last night, I'm not sure my apartment is safe either, but it's the best option I have.
I pause, because that might not be as true as I initially thought.
"At this point I'm not sure I would want to have her in the public eye." Elaine's recommendation is expected. "Give me a few days. I’ll ask around. See what I can find out and what sort of arrangements I can make." There's a smile in her voice for the last bit, and it brings a smile to my own face, because, from her earlier description, I’m fully on board with the sort of arrangements Elaine likes to make. And I would be all too happy to hear she'd made them for Valerie's father and her ex-fiancé. There's nowhere I think they're more deserving to visit than the bottom of the ocean.
"Until then, I assume your home is secure?"
"Before last night, I would've said yes,” my eyes roam my office, “but seeing as how a strange man was able to find his way in, I’m not sure I can still say that."
"The man who visited you last night is an exception. He is in a completely different class than the ones who will be coming to find your wife." There's a brief pause. "That being said, if you are able to take her somewhere with even more security, that would probably be preferable."
There is somewhere I can take Valerie, however it's not a perfect solution by any means. "I'll look into it. Is there anything else I can do?"
"Enjoy married life. I hope it treats you as well as it treated me." The line disconnects, leaving me a set of well wishes that I wish applied.
However, my marriage is nothing like the one she shared with her late husband. It’s an arrangement instead of a love match, for starters. One intended to save us both. It also has an expiration date, though we haven’t really discussed the specifics of its shelf life, and I find myself dreading that date in spite of the events of the past twenty-four hours.
There’s a quiet knock at my door. It’s the first time this particular door has been knocked upon, but instead of startling me, the sound has my eyes lifting with a sense of eagerness. “Yes?”
Valerie slowly opens the barrier between us. Her dark hair is a mess and I love knowing it’s because of me. The drape of my T-shirt on her curvy form brings me almost as much joy. But it’s the sight of her here, in my home, in my private space, looking so sweet and soft and vulnerable that has my heart stuttering to a stop.
Because, in spite of all the omissions and half-truths she’s told me, I think I’ve accidentally started to fall in love with my wife. And I can’t find it in me to be mad about it.
Everything she did was out of self-preservation. After years of yielding to men who never saw her as more than an asset to be utilized, she finally dug deep and tried to find a way out.
I respect the hell out of that.
Add in that nothing gets me harder than a strong woman, and I should have seen this coming. Should have known exactly how this would play out.
Now all I have to do is make her fall in love with me.
I reach one hand out as I push away from the desk. “Come here.”
Valerie’s steps are silent as her bare feet move across the wood. As soon as she’s close enough I reel her in, dragging her onto my lap. “Did you sleep well, my wife?”
Her cheeks flush and her eyes won't meet mine. "I did. You have a really comfortable bed."
I slide one hand up her spine, curving my palm around the back of her neck. "And you're sure it was the mattress that made you sleep well and it’s not because you plastered yourself against me and drooled on my chest?"
Her eyes jump to my face. "I did not do that."
I lean in, unable to resist her parted lips a second longer. I intend to simply brush a quick kiss across them, but as with everything in regard to this woman, things get out of hand very quickly. The second she melts into me, I'm gone, losing all sense and focus as I tug her closer. One small hand moves up the center of my chest to curve around my neck before sliding into my hair, gripping tight. Her mouth is soft and pliant, opening for me readily as she lets out one of those soft little whimpers that shoots straight to my cock.
I'm not sure I could have created a woman more perfectly suited for me. Every inch of Valerie could have been custom made to my specifications. From the ample curve of her hips to the heavy fullness of her tits, her body is sheer perfection, making it impossible to keep my hands off her.
My mouth is still claiming hers as my fingers work between the softness of her thighs, sliding against her heated and already slick flesh. I swallow down the sweet sound she makes as I tease against her clit, desperate to feel her come undone again. Desperate for anything she’ll give me.
This woman has held me in the palm of her hand from that first night. I’m aware my feelings toward her should have soured any number of times as more and more of her motives came to light, but they only made me understand her more. Made me resent her even less. Made me want her to be the same sort of putty in my hands as I am in hers, and there is no better way to accomplish that than by reminding her exactly what my hands are capable of.
I suck her lower lip, teasing it with my teeth as I sink a finger into her heat, careful not to be too rough just in case she’s still feeling the lingering effects of last night.
When she sucks in a breath, I drag my mouth to her hair, slowing the slide of my finger. "Are you sore?"
