“I don’t want to get in the bathtub, Clove, but I sure as fuck want to get in you.”
His eyes roam over every inch of my body and I want him inside me so badly. I would give anything to reconnect with my husband and make love to him, but by the way he is looking at me, making love is not what he has in mind. He wants to fuck my brains out. Well, if that is what Turner wants, I will do anything, and I mean anything, to save my marriage.
I eagerly arise from the tub and go to grab a towel, but he beats me to it. He bends down and starts lightly patting my skin with it to dry me off. Starting at my toes, he works his way up to my chest. Once he’s standing, he drops the towel to the floor and caresses my smooth, oily skin.
“Your skin is so soft. It’s flawless.” I am mesmerized and can’t even speak as he moves and cups my breast with his hands. “I don’t want to fight with you anymore, Clove. I fucking hate it.”
He drops his head and takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. I let out a gasp and the deep breath that I didn’t even know I was holding.
“I hate fighting with you too, lover boy,” I moan.
Turner releases my nipple and moves over to the other, where he sucks even harder. He moves his other hand to cup one of the cheeks of my ass and pulls me into him.
“I’ve been a dick since I’ve come back, Clove,” he says, releasing my nipple and bringing his head up to look me in the eye. “Forgive me.”
“I forgive you,” I smile.
“Good. Because I need to fuck you right here and right now.”
I form my mouth into an O at his blunt words.
“What if I just want you to make slow, passionate love to me instead?” I ask, linking my hands together around his neck.
His facial expression changes from lust to confusion and his lips get tight as he draws them into a stiff line.
“If that’s what you want?” he asks, his words strained.
I become more and more self-conscious as I stand there, watching him struggle with the concept of making love to his wife. Fuck, I know I should say something, but I reel my feelings in. I just don’t know the right words to say. In the end I concede, and lift up on my tiptoes and bite gently on his bottom lip.
“All I want is you, babe.”
Removing my hands from around his neck, I place them around his hard shaft and begin to stroke him. He hisses and lets out the loudest growl I have ever heard from him as I continue with one hand and graze my other over his balls, rolling them gently in my hand.
“Fuck, your hands are so smooth. I don’t want gentle, Clove. I want it rough and I want it hard and I want it now, so get on your hands and knees.”
He takes a step back and I lose my grip as my eyes become wide with shock. Doing what he says anyway, I kneel down on the soft white rug on the floor on all fours. I feel him position himself behind me, placing the tip of his dick just at the edge of my opening. He pulls it away and I whimper, making him chuckle.
“Are you craving me, Clove?” he asks, seizing my hair in his hands and yanking my head back. “Answer me, Clove. I said, are you craving me?”
“Y- yes. I’m craving you, Turner. I always crave you.”
And then he is filling me completely. I scream at the top of my lungs at the way he brutally slams into me.
“Fuck.” He stills himself inside me. “I love the way you clamp down on my cock the instant I’m inside you. Now, I do believe I said I wanted to fuck my wife, so hang on, baby girl.”
And fuck me he does, his balls slapping mercilessly against my ass. He’s fucking me hard as his entire upper body spoons my back. The grip he has on my sides is almost too painful, but I welcome it and I crave it and I want it.
“Holy fucking shit! Squeeze my dick, Clove. Squeeze every fucking drop of come out of my dick.”
His words sound just as ruthless as his fucking is. Everything in my vision turns from white to black to red as he pounds over and over again, until I feel myself building up to explode. Finally, the muscles of my walls clench around him all on their own as my orgasm rips through me and I call out his name. He follows just a few seconds behind, stilling himself as he pours everything he’s got into me. Our breathing still heavy, he releases his grip on my sides and I crumble to the floor with him on top of me.
“God, you’re amazing. And you’re all mine, Clove. All mine,” he whispers, panting as we lay on the floor covered in sweat.
“I will always be yours, Turner. Always.”
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All morning long, I have been hiding my nerves by keeping myself busy. While the two of us were getting ready for work, I wandered around the house picking things up, doing this or that. Here at work I had a lot more to occupy my time, but now I’m sitting here at my desk willing my damn phone to ring with a call from Zack. I can’t take any more of this waiting or I am going to drive myself even crazier than I already am.
“I’m calling him,” I murmur.
I peek my head out the door, noticing Turner has the door to his office shut. Usually that indicates he does not want to be disturbed. Good, neither do I. I shut mine and lean my head back against it, taking a deep breath before I swipe the screen on my phone and hit call on Zack’s name.
“Clove,” he answers immediately.
“Hey. Sorry to call. I know it’s still early, but please tell me you are working on things or you have found something out?” I run my hands through my hair with unsteady fingers.
“I’m working on it as we speak. I need a few days, sis. Can you give me that?”
“What choice do I have?”
I regret the words as soon as they spill out of my mouth. “I’m sorry Zack. I know you’re trying to do everything you can to protect me. It’s just, I don’t know what to expect. He’s different in so many ways. Ways I don’t feel comfortable talking to you about.”
“Has he hurt you?” he demands. I wince at his reaction.
“God, no. Not in the way you mean, at least. He may be breaking my heart right now, but he would never lay a hand on me. Ever.”
The silence from the other end of the line doesn’t sit well with me as I begin to pace the floor in front of my desk.
“Zack.”
“I’m still here. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”
“I know I can, Zack, and I love you for always being there for me. I- I’m just so fucking tense. This is my life we are talking about here.”
My brother growls, barking out orders to someone about hurrying the hell up. I hope whatever he’s yelling about has something to do with my situation.
“Clove, I really have to go. Give me till the end of the week to investigate all of this. I have a hunch and I am going with my gut. I know this is hard for you, I really do, and if you need me at all for anything, day or night, call me and I will be there.”
My brother’s attempts to try and soothe me set me a little at ease. Why do I feel like this is going to be the slowest week of my life?
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God, I have never wanted a workweek to be over as bad as this one. It has been one thing after another. Clients demanding this or that, saying, ‘No, that can’t be right’ when they look at their monthly financial reports. Every time it happens I have wanted to retort, ‘Yes, it’s right. Your business would have a ton more money if you didn’t spend it on your personal shit.’ Gah, drives me nuts! Thank goodness the weekend is finally here and the week from hell is over.
Turner has washed away all doubts in my mind about his infidelity. I finally got the nerve to ask him about the strange things I have noticed since his return. He explained about the cigar bar and how several of the guys went there one night after the conference. He says that he stayed for one drink and then left.
As we eased into our conversation, I quizzed him about his sexual behavior. He plunged into a long story about how several of the guys were talking about their sex lives. At first I was like, what? Guys actually do that? I thought only us girls talked about that kind of stuff.