Be a Doll(27)

“And you like that?’’

He traced his lower lip again once and then traced it with his tongue slowly as his eyes devoured my face slowly, not missing a single inch. I didn’t move. “Who said I like it?’’ He stood up abruptly and didn’t try to hide the impressive bulge tenting his pants. In fact, he waited for me to get my fill until I let my eyes travel up until I locked eyes with his again. “We’re expected at six tonight at my parents’ for dinner. We will only be seeing my parents and my sister, but wear something elegant.’’ With a last nod he strode off without a look back.

Finally, alone again I let myself lean back in the couch until I was fully sprawled. And then, my jaw fell open and I gaped in the direction my husband disappeared back to his office.

I had no idea what went down or what he wouldn’t tell me but somehow I knew there were more meanings in his every word and being unable to grasp the meaning made the uncertainty of my situation all the more confusing.

Mathis Grimes was a confusing, cold, manipulative man I couldn’t understand and on top of that, he was also a lot more interesting than I’d like him to be. For someone who had been sheltered for years that precise cocktail could very well be dangerous.

I closed my mouth and my eyes. He wouldn’t get to me so easily. Or so soon.

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MATHIS


I checked the time and saw it was closing in on 5:40 pm. I needed to leave my home office and go back to my wife. I’d spent most of my day locked away in here while Lila wandered around the apartment, getting acquainted with her living arrangement without a doubt. After the lack of control over my own emotions and the conflicting thoughts I had been feeling all morning upon waking up next to my wife and welcoming her in my home and without the chance to lose myself and forget everything with sex, work had appealed to me like nothing else.

I was used to living alone, to having no one witnessing the bouts of stress I could find myself trapped in and to let down some of my shields that having someone in my living space made me ready to explode.

Lila wasn’t ready for that.

I wasn’t ready to subject her to that.

I stood up after turning off my laptop and walked out of the study to stride briskly to the living room, hoping my wife would have listened to me for once and was ready to go. I checked the Rolex on my wrist and cursed myself in my head for losing track of time when I looked up and was met by the sight of my alluring wife standing in the middle of the vast room perched in suede ankle boots and clothed in a wraparound dress in a rich brown that managed to be both elegant and insanely sexy on her perfect body. Draped over an arm was a black trench coat and a simple cream scarf while a small leather brown purse dangled from her fingers.

She was truly a beautiful woman and with her brown hair flowing freely around her face and over her shoulders I only wanted to get a fist in it to guide her to my mouth. And toward other parts of my body if only I hadn’t decided to toy with her before I would finally get a taste of her.

My cock came to life in my trousers and it only drilled home what I already knew; she needed to give up her front sooner than later. She had already been invading my mind for way too long of a time and far more intensively and extensively than any other woman I had met. The fact that she was now my wife didn’t excuse that fact.

I couldn’t forget who I was.

“Good. You’re ready.’’ I gestured to the front door. “Let’s go before we’re late.’’

She nodded and quickly put on her coat, draped her scarf in an elegant and effortless fashion and shouldered her small purse before she walked past me to get to the door without acknowledging me further. But of course I wouldn’t and couldn’t let her get away without toying with her first.

I lengthened my steps and sidestepped her to open the front door like a perfect gentleman would. She avoided eye contact, but I heard her huff under her breath as she walked past me and straight to the elevator still waiting for us.

“A simple thank you would suffice,’’ I said calmly as I joined her in the elevator. I hit the button leading to the parking level and put my hands in the pockets of my trousers, doing my best to ignore the beautiful woman standing next to me. It was difficult to ignore the throbbing of my cock and the need always growing inside me when her delicious perfume permeated the air like this.

“Have your fun. I’m going to ignore you and enjoy the time I have to get to know your mother and sister.’’

“You like my mother and sister, then.’’

I glanced at her and found her nodding her assent. “They welcomed me with open arms yesterday. Contrary to you, they’re not trying to tame me.’’

I bit the inside of my cheek when the odd urge to laugh rose inside me, seemingly rendering my stomach and chest lighter all of a sudden just as the elevator stopped and opened to my parking space occupied by a dozen cars ranging from the most common town car to the most extravagant sports car.

Absentmindedly, I pressed on the key fob to open the black Porsche Cayenne and led her to the passenger side to open the door for her. She climbed inside without a look my way and I wondered if it was her new strategy to avoid playing right into my hand. That wouldn’t do.

What wouldn’t do either was the fact that I now had the urge to laugh in her presence. Actually, I could remember very well the last time I felt like laughing and actually did. It was that horrific day, the worst of my life and it had started like a normal summer vacation day.