Fresh from the shower, Adrastos took a call from the lobby informing him that his wife had arrived in the building. He was quite surprised and impressed almost. Electa was half an hour early.
‘Is this a deliberate ploy on her part to set me off or is she just running scared?’ he mused curiously as he rubbed his wet hair with a towel. ‘We’ll see…’
Adrastos didn’t think for a second that Electa had rushed over to his apartment because she was eager to see him. Only two things fired up his wife enough to make her expose any hint of weakness like this: her brother and money. He left out a third thing… which was him…
There was a time when he was the first and last thing on her
Electa sucked in a breath, not wanting to think of him like that anymore. Not wanting to recall anything intimate about their time spent here together or the fact that there were times when they’d actually lived here in peace. Yet, right on the back of that desire not to remember, Electa saw herself, curled up in his recliner with her cheek supported on a cushion she’d filched from a living room sofa, slender white fingers idly twirling a ringlet of hair while she reading a book. ‘Sweet times from another life…’ Her throat began to hurt. Bare pink toes curling and uncurling in time with the music playing softly in the background. A glass of wine and a snack within lazy reaching distance and her handsome dark husband right there, with her... as always…
Like a man hewn from stone, Adrastos showed no reaction whatsoever to her quivering climb-down.“He is a thief, Electa!” he stated brutally. “Flynn stole your identity and committed credit card theft! And he did it with a complete disregard for the amount of money he was stealing from me. How can you, Electa, of all people, want to defend him for doing that?” She’d winced all the way through his cold judgment of Flynn, but still, it didn’t change a thing she felt.“Adrastos… He is my baby brother… the only family I’ve got…” she whispered. “Since I was seventeen, Flynn is all I’ve got in this world… Please, don’t hurt him…” And there it was, Adrastos recognized… The unconditio
Electa knew those words… She already heard those words so many times when they were making love or when he just held her in his arms after a long hard day… She moaned with angry triumph, then went for the kill with a lethal precision he really should have been ready for. She sank her teeth into his full and pulsing sexy lower lip. With a grinding growl of reaction, Adrastos bent her into such an acute arch that she cried out. The next thing Electa knew he was kissing her so deeply she lost the ability to do anything else but cling. Electa absolutely loved the way he kissed her… As if he had to, as if he’d go crazy if he didn’t and had nearly waited too long. Her heart went crazy, another anxious, helpless moan sounded deep in her throat, and her breasts were crushed against his chest now, their
‘Sulking’? He dared to think she was merely… sulking?“I just don’t want to be in your life anymore, Adrastos! Can’t you see that I can’t stand being near you?” Hating that she was revealing even this one small glimpse of vulnerability to him, Electa shot away from the desk.“Your body sang a different tune a few minutes ago, moro mou. And, just so you know, you will be in my life again,” Adrastos returned, smooth as glass, “because your baby brother expects you to do whatever it is I want you to do.” He was challenging her to deny it. To call his bluff. In one dark corner of her agonized feelings, Electa even suspected that he wanted her to w
Electa felt suddenly as if she was suffocating. A sizzle of self-awareness imprisoned her breath. Adrastos was looking at what she was wearing, his too-dark eyes coming alive with a glow which highlighted their true rich brown color as he swept them down over her black mini-skirt with green patterns teamed with a flimsy black chiffon top. The tension began to throb between them as Adrastos followed the way the skirt clung to her tiny waist and fell in soft gathers three-quarters of the way up her lengthy thighs. Without the matt black tights, the skirt would be indecent. With the tights what that tiny skirt did for the length of her legs was nothing short of sensational. What the flimsy top did for the high, firm rounded breasts he could see moving behind the gauzy fabric was, however, a different thing ent
“Do you need me to spell it out to you before you recognize what’s going on here, Electa?” Adrastos rasped. “The rings don’t matter. But the credit card he took matters! If we let Flynn get away with what he has done, what do you think he’s going to take next? Or, worse, who is he going to steal from to finance his gambling habit?”“It’s not gambling!” Electa heard herself repeat Flynn’s own defense from a hazy place filled with horror and self-disgust. “Y-you speculate on the markets all the time, Adrastos, and I’ve never heard you call it gambling.”“I don’t steal from other people to do it. I don’t drag my family down to a level where they are forced to defend me like you are doing now… just to save his face!” Guilty as charged, Electa quivered out a pained, shaken breath.“Adras
“I’m coming to bed, ‘zoi mou’, Adrastos murmured impassively.” (n/a - Here means ‘sweetheart’, ‘honey’, ‘darling’ but usually means ‘my life’) Electa clutched the duvet all the tighter.“Are you joking? Not in this bed! And not with me, you’re not!” His response was to cast the robe aside with the casual grace of silent intent. He was wearing nothing beneath it, not a single solitary stitch, and was so absolutely carelessly at home with his naked beauty he just stood there and let her look her fill. Electa’s mouth dried up. The helpless need to reacquaint herself with every familiar contour sent her eyes drinking in every glossy square inch.
Electa’s eyes were almost closed. She was trying so hard not to let his huskily delivered taunts spark a response from her. But her body was not playing. Her body was stirring up every sense she possessed. As if he knew it, Adrastos shifted on her slightly, and the tips of her breasts stung as they sprang into tight, tingling pinpricks of feeling against the tautly stretched duvet. Gently but surely, Adrastos pressed his hips downwards, and the greater contact with her thighs made them start to pulse. And still, his fingers continued to hover a hair’s breadth from her cheeks. Still, his mouth maintained that tiny tantalizing gap above hers.“Come on, Electa mou, say something,” he encouraged. “Describe how these many lovers matched up to me… I can’t wait to hear all about