Be a Doll(87)

Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth away, but left my hand where it was.

“We’re… hm,’’ Lucas started, interrupting the moment with discomfort. He cleared his throat then and I stared at him through the interior mirror, finding his stare already on me with an apologetic smile plastered to his face. “We’re in the parking lot, sir.’’

“Oh my God,’’ Lila muttered and scrambled out of the car without another word, but a mortified look for me before she closed the door and kept her back to the car as she toyed with her scarf in her hands.

The small laugh that escaped me took me by surprise, but I didn’t smother it. I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed without forcing it and the bubble of light inside my stomach only made my laugh more of a tension relief, a proof of what Lila did to me.

“I didn’t want to upset Mrs. Grimes,’’ Lucas said once my small laugh stopped and I saw him gripping the stirring wheel tighter as his perfectly shaved cheeks turned red.

The man was older than me and he had never bat an eye when he had to drive me somewhere to fuck some woman and she had her hands down my pants, but a kiss with my wife made him flush. Then again, he had never seen me react so profoundly to a woman before and the charge going off between Lila and me could only affect other people in our vicinity. It was too strong to be ignored.

“It’s fine, Lucas. I upset her a lot more.’’ I smirked at him in the interior mirror and I saw the puzzled stare he gave me before he let out a chuckle that sounded as unsettled as the man in the front of the car. “You can go now. I want you to finish early because we’ll need you late tomorrow. There’s a business dinner downtown we need to attend.’’

“Yes, sir.’’

I nodded at him and slid over the backseat to open the door where Lila was still standing a few feet away, fidgeting without turning back to face me or the car.

“Ready for some marital fucking?’’ I asked, walking by her and shooting her the smirk I knew drove her mad, both in annoyance and with desire.

Her small chin jutted out and she immediately fell into step with me, postponing her embarrassment for another time.

“What’s the difference to normal fucking?’’

That word coming from her mouth… Hm… That was something. I licked my lips, trying to find her taste left there, but to no avail. I pressed the button to the elevator and was pleased to see it already there. We stepped inside and I pressed the button to our level.

“The difference?’’ I turned to face her then and was met with her eyes already on me, contemplating me as if she was trying to excavate some long lost treasure or secret. That damn near did me in. “We’re husband and wife, Lila. It means that we own each other and there are no walls, no limits to our pleasure and what we’re willing to do.’’

She tilted her head to one side and I watched her hair falling over her shoulders, waving in such a way I craved running my fingers through the strands and grip them while I took her.

“It’s not marriage that does that.’’

“What is it then?’’

“I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure it all out.’’





LILA


As soon as we stepped in the apartment, Mathis’ mouth landed on me and blindly led me to the couch. Only when we were both sitting did he stop kissing me, making me mourn the loss of his mouth, his lips, tongue and his teeth.

I still felt the sting of his bite on my lower lip and my tongue didn’t try to sooth it, I only wanted his taste in my mouth a little longer as I stared at him taking off his tie to throw it somewhere on the floor. The way he looked at me only intensified the zings of pleasure coursing through me, just like every time he touched me or fixed me with that intensity. My whole body buzzed with the need to feel him, my anger forgotten, or at least pushed away for now.

Only when his eyes fell to my cleavage did I realize that we had discarded our coats on the way to the couch. I had been so lost to Mathis that I didn’t realize when it happened, but the fact remained that I was now only wearing my simple wool sweater and the designer pants molding my thighs. My breathing got faster when his big fingers worked the buttons open of his button-down, revealing more and more of his smooth skin and the muscles barely hidden by his formal attire.

Once it was hanging from his strong shoulders, his hands went to me, kneeling on the couch to reach each side of me and in one move, he took off my sweater. As soon as it was on the floor, our eyes found each other. In the quiet apartment and with only our labored breathing to break the silence, the intimacy overwhelmed me, but instead of letting it break me from my haze of pleasure, I tugged down Mathis’ button-down and stared at all of the expanse of skin revealed.

“When you look at me like that I’m ready to lose it,’’ he growled and touched one of my breasts, his big hand a perfect match. I sighed and fought off the inclination to close my eyelids at the sensation of his big, warm palm on my breast still covered by my satin bra. “Touch me, Lila.’’

With him kneeling on the couch, the only place I thought of touching was the impressive bulge close to my face. With my lip trapped between my teeth and my eyes on his, I cupped him and watched as his nostrils flared. His fingers tightened around my breast and squeezed my hard nipple between two big fingers, coaxing out of my throat a deep moan that screamed what I wanted, what I needed.