Page 37 of The Bad Husband

It inches up, slips under my arm, and cups a breast.

Starved from a man’s touch, my body betrays me within seconds, creating a swirl of desire.

I can’t move, as he keeps his other hand between my legs, not moving it up, not needing to move it up, as even without his touch traveling between my thighs, the pulling in my abdomen and pulsing in my core are just as powerful, demanding, and addictive.

“You can’t be doing this to me,” I say quietly, torn, drowning in mixed emotions, overpowered by how he makes me feel.

My eyes are closed as if by not looking at him, I can make this less irresistible than it is.

My panties are wet, my center pulsing softly as his hand gently kneads a breast, the nipple underneath hard as wood.

He tenderly strokes the sensitive skin of my thighs, still not moving his touch up––with me still not wanting him to do it.

And still not wanting him not to do it.

It’s all bittersweet. And maybe this is why I can’t scale down. It won’t happen in his arms.

I should’ve stayed away from him.

He’s awfully quiet as he breathes hotly over my neck and leaves a couple of kisses.

My arms are covered in goosebumps from his touch, my heart filled with fear.

I open my eyes and look at him, yet his eyes don’t meet mine as he grabs my inner thigh, making me feel a little pain.

The silence is killing me. It's filled with questions and possibly regrets.

This makes us accomplices.

It makes me more like him.

It may also signal an important crossroads, a line we are about to cross.

Convinced I got my answer from him, I attempt to rise from his lap and move away from him when I meet his force and realize I won’t be leaving his office until he chooses to let me go.

I fall back and quickly realize how hard he is.

“Don’t go, please…” he murmurs quietly, and I instantly lose my breath.

What is it with his husky voice?

Is he playing with me or is he serious?

He sounded serious when he said those words.

He said please to me? He asked me to stay? He asked me not to leave in the voice of someone who deeply needs me?

There is so much to process, and I can’t make sense of any of it.

Men do and say a lot of crazy things when they want someone, especially when they’re as hard as he is and are about to do stuff that they may regret later.

He doesn’t look like the regretful type, but what do I know about him, really?

The more I feel his erection under me, the more intimate I become with the storm between his legs.

His cock stirs as he grabs at my boob harder.

Oh, I know where this is headed.