Weak Without Him

No one knew she was no longer a virgin, and I would gladly keep the secret to myself. Only a few days had passed since Friday, the day we made whatever it was we had going on official. Saturday, I carried her to her room and left the house. I couldn't be around her because all I wanted to do was be close and intimate. I wanted to kiss and touch her, but it wasn't possible with all the Girls around. I refused to break my own rules openly, so I went to the office and drafted her release letter. Then I traveled to my house at the Ridges. I knew then that I wanted her there with me, warming my bed, sleeping beside me every night. I wanted to see her beautiful face every morning when I woke. It was then that I made the decision to ask her to move in with me after she signed the release papers. This shit was pla

I pulled the keys from my pocket and made my way to V. The temperature had dropped significantly, and winter had swooped in overnight. My favorite season had finally arrived; I thought the cold would never visit. I unlocked the car and sat in the driver’s seat contemplating going home. Fuck the meetings. I sent an email to April, my secretary, and had them rescheduled. I couldn't focus anyway.

V and I zipped and zoomed down the empty streets. Excitement filled me knowing that Je

Pressing the garage button, I pulled V in and took a deep breath before stepping out. I adjusted my tie and swallowed. The lights were on in the kitchen, and I saw movement by the sink. Je

"Hi," I said, trying to push all of my emotions back as I caught sight of her.

"You left work?"

"I'm allowed to do that."

She smiled. "Of course you are."

"Helped yourself to my wine, I see."

She downed what remained and refilled the glass halfway. Then pulled another glass from the cabinet and matched her pour, plus some, and handed it to me. I lifted an eyebrow at her, and she smiled over the rim.

"Are we going to play hard to get all day?" she asked.

I set the wine down on the counter and stalked closer toward her. She set hers down as well, and I pressed my body against hers, forcing her back on the cool counter. Her breath caught as I stood over her. I fucking loved that I could do that.

"What did you have in mind?" I whispered in her ear and trailed my lips across her neck. Her chest rose and fell with each staggering breath, then she tugged my hair and pulled me closer to her mouth. Hungrily, she kissed my lips and undid my tie.

"Hold on. Jesus, I'm not going to let you take me in the kitchen."

"I can't take the willing," she said as she continued to undo each button on my shirt.

God was she right.

I hiked her dress up over waist and caught sight of her bare body. No panties. "You are so fucking naughty," I said.

She removed the dress until she stood completely naked with boots zipped to her knees. My pants still hugged my waist and every inch of me needed her. As she pulled me in, I stopped and pushed away from her.

"I'm not going to fuck you in the kitchen." I grabbed her hand and led her beautiful ass to my bedroom. Once inside, she glanced at the king-size bed and all of the surrounding furniture.

She walked to the picture frames on top of the dresser and picked up the silver frame with a photo from my wedding day. She stared for minutes before speaking. A lump formed in the back of my throat, and I sucked in a deep breath before taking the frame from her hand and gently setting it back on the dresser where it had been for the past seven years. She looked into my eyes with so much pity and pain.

"Don’t pity me."

"I don't. She was beautiful."

My desire to lay Je

I zipped my pants and left the room. The pictures combined with the smell of Je

Having a seat at the barstool in the kitchen, I drank the glass of wine that Je

Three

I really hated being nosey. Why did I grab the picture of his wife on their wedding day? Couldn't I have just let the curiosity consume me later? Much later, like after we had made sweet love to one another? I wanted Fi

If I were in his situation, I wondered if I would look for someone else, or if I would just stay alone forever. I buried those thoughts, because I didn't know the answer and wouldn't bathe in the negativity that seemed to surround me.

Instead of following Fi

While I was in his room, I took my time looking at all the pictures on the dresser. She was beautiful. Dark hair and eyes, with freckles lightly brushed across her nose. Everything about her was perfect. She was genuinely pretty. I could see why Fi

I almost imagined her voice, soft and sincere. In one picture, she laughed so hard that I wondered what Fi

I sighed and unzipped the boots from my legs.

Still naked, I walked into the kitchen, moved behind Fi

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don’t be."

I brushed my lips against his painting my emotions with kisses, and his intensity grew, almost matching mine.

"You should have just fucked me on the counter," I said.

"No."

Fi