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“Women, no. You, yes.” I look at her and she furrows her brow before tossing a curly brown strand behind her shoulder. Once upon a time, I believed Holly to be one of the most beautiful women I’d ever met and I’ll admit even now, objectively she is a good-looking woman. Despite her very ugly personality. Long, glossy, chestnut hair, green eyes, high cheekbones, and a button nose. A nose that isn’t exactly the same as when I met her but I never asked or cared what she’d done to alter her appearance once she got her hands on my money. I’m fairly certain she got a boob job at one point also, but again, I hadn’t asked and she hadn’t offered up the information so I figured that meant I was supposed to pretend she’d always looked this way.
She runs a hand through her hair and tucks a leg under her. “What are you doing?”
“I have an early business meeting. I’m staying in the city,” I tell her without even a glance towards her.
“Wow,” she says and I can hear that tone that drives me crazy. “You must really like her.” I don’t respond, not wanting to engage with her. “A weekend in the city plus another night? She know you’re married?” I walk out of my closet and come face to face with Holly who’s got the smuggest grin on her face.
“What do you want, Holly? Just tell me what it is, so you can go.”
“Nothing? I’m just catching up with my husband.”
I chuckle as I open the bag I’d just taken to New York. “Funny how you only call me your husband when it suits you.”
“I always think of you as my husband. It’s you that forgets you have a wife.”
“Trust me. I remember,” I grit out as I zip up the garment bag with my suit. “I’ll be in the city.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says. “Does she know you’re married?”
I want to react. I want to tell her that Marissa does and as soon as the workday begins Monday morning, I plan to be in touch with my lawyer to figure out what I can do to change that. But I don’t want to show my hand. I don’t want Holly to know that her days of calling herself my wife are numbered, especially because she doesn’t even care about the title past anything financial.
Feeling what I feel for Marissa has made me realize that I really can’t be with Holly forever.
I want more.
“I’ll see you later, Holly.” I zip my weekender back up and sling it over my shoulder. She follows me out of my room but doesn’t say anything. I move down the spiral staircase but I don’t hear her footsteps behind me nor does she follow me into the garage. Maybe she knows that this woman means more because rarely do I spend this many consecutive days out of the house. Maybe I should be more concerned about her realizing that fact but I don’t care. All I care about is being at my penthouse when Marissa shows up.
I’ve just finished lighting another candle in the living room when I hear the ding of the elevator and then she’s walking towards me like she’s confused as to how she got here. She turns around to look at the elevator and then back at me, her eyes still wide like a deer caught in headlights. “It opens…” Her mouth drops open in surprise. “Wow.”
I walk towards her, my body already releasing the tension it felt over the conversation with Holly at just the mere sight of Marissa’s smile.
“Wow is right,” I say just before I pull her into a hug and squeeze her like I haven’t seen her in days and not the hour it’s been since I dropped her off. She changed into leggings and a cropped t-shirt underneath a leather jacket and the sight of her ass in that tight material makes my dick hard instantly. She has a bag tucked under her arm that I pull from her and drop to the ground at our feet before pressing my lips to hers. “I’m glad you’re here,” I tell her when I pull away and grab her hand.
Her eyes immediately find the crimson-colored roses on the island in the kitchen and she glances back at me. “Those for me?” I nod as she takes a sniff of them and drags her fingertips over the petals. “They’re so pretty. I wish I could take them home,” she says and I make a mental note to have some delivered to her house.
“Do you want a tour?” I ask her and she shoots me a wicked glare and drags her hands underneath my shirt.
“Maybe after?”
I raise an eyebrow at her. “After?”
She pushes herself against me and presses her mouth to my neck. The softness of her lips sends a shudder through me. “I think we have a problem, Chris.”
“Oh?” I lift her into my arms and immediately she wraps her legs around my waist as she trails kisses down my neck. “What’s that?” I ask her as I walk us up the flight of stairs toward my bedroom. She pulls her jacket off, letting it fall somewhere on the stairs, followed by her shirt which she pulls over her head leaving her in a lace practically see-through bra that her nipples are poking through.
“Just the thought of you makes me wet.”
My dick hardens even more. “Is that so?”
“When I got out of my car downstairs, it’s like my body knew you were close by.” I walk her into my bedroom and push her hard against one of the walls just as her hands push into my hair forcing my face upward towards hers. She presses her lips to mine and I groan against hers.
“Every part of me can sense when you’re close,” I tell her. “Your scent is all over Beckham Securities and it drives me crazy.” I reluctantly set her on her feet and my dick throbs painfully, like it’s not on board with the idea of not having her pressed up against me. I drop to my knees in front of her, pull off her tennis shoes, and then slowly slide her leggings down. “Whenever you’ve been in my office, it takes a full ten minutes for my dick to go down.” She puts her hands on my shoulders to balance herself while I pull her leggings off. I hadn’t realized she unsnapped her bra until it drops to the floor next to me. I look to the discarded lace before I slowly drag my eyes up the length of her body and meet her hooded gaze. “It’s only a matter of time before I have to bend you over my desk to take the edge off and get me through the day.”
She licks her lips and I take the waistband of her underwear between my teeth and slowly move them down. My lips brush against her mound in the process and I watch the goosebumps erupt on her flesh. Once they hit the ground and she steps out of them, I not only sense how wet she is, but I can see it. Her wetness clings to her pussy and my mouth waters for a taste of it.
I stand up and I want to laugh at the pout on her face when she realizes I’m not going to devour her cunt yet. “On the bed.”
She narrows her eyes at me before she begins to slowly walk towards the bed, her eyes still glaring sexily at me with every step. She sits on the bed, her legs slightly spread and I pull the t-shirt I’m wearing over my head. I watch as her eyes light up full of excitement the second my naked torso comes into view and it never gets old witnessing her reaction to me getting undressed. I know I have a nice body, and I’m used to looks of appreciation, but there’s something different about getting that kind of reaction from the woman I’m obsessed with.
