“Did you really interpret it that way? Your presence has a profound effect on me. I didn’t notice until you were gone.” He nipped at her throat as his body recovered from the surprise. His hands opened his belt, pants, and underwear. It didn’t take much to get them down to his knees and, shortly thereafter, to his ankles. Michael wrapped her thighs around his waist. One of his hands slipped between them and explored his wife’s pussy. A location he loved to experience often. He pushed her thin panties aside and the head of his cock stopped at her entrance. Michael stood tall and made eye contact with her. “Last chance to say no, my sweet little wife.” Juliette’s eyes glazed over with lust. She’d always loved sex and never said no to it. Julie rarely had the opportunity to have a lover. She leaned in and kissed him, demonstrating what she needed from him. Her butt cheeks tightened as her entrance angled toward him, silently begging him to continue. “This, little
Michael buckled his belt and turned to Juliette. “You need to get your overnight bag packed.” He didn’t mention her assistant before a buzzing sound came from the television. He saw Juliette blush as she groaned. “That’s probably Beck. He’s early.” Juliette moved to pass him and picked up a remote from the small coffee table. She pointed it at the small television on the wall and turned it on. Sure enough, there stood Beckett staring at the camera. “I left class early to get a head start. It’s not an inconvenience, is it?” That clarified his youthful appearance. He still went to school. Michael knew he planned to change that as soon as he could. His wife needed a competent and experienced assistant. Not some eager-beaver boy scout. Michael hated his jealousy towards every man in Juliette's life. He thought he’d be the only one. Now he needed to gain some control again. “Oh, sure come…” Juliette said, as sweet as pie and with as much innocence that Michael’s
“Sir, I’m sorry, but I don’t understand what’s going on here. Please fill me in. What has Julie so upset? I’ve never seen her this shaky before or flustered. Have you threatened to sue her or something?” Beck tried to be polite. Julie just called him her ex-husband. However, he questioned the necessity of being polite. Should he be kicking this man out of Julie’s apartment? They weren’t together and yet. “Oh, and you should fix the hem of your shirt. It’s messed up.” Beckett pointed to his own waistband of his pants to help Michael. Michael glanced down, rolled his eyes in annoyance, and neatly tucked in the shirt. “I’d say it’s not what you think. But it is what you think. I stated my case today and explained everything to Juliette. We’re getting back together and trying to make a go of it. She’s leaving here and returning to our home. Starting tomorrow, you’ll work from there, just keep your hands off her. “What? Wait. You think that we…?” Beckett pointed to
Michael now regretted hearing this. He mistreated a woman who deceived him about her disability and needs. Now Beckett tells him she’s putting everyone, including him, ahead of herself. Why should he care? Why did he care? “Are you accusing me of using her to my benefit” Michael’s back was up now. He hated having the tables turned like this on him. "Consider what she gained from the past three years with you." You have everything. You still have your social circles, your home, your job, and she must start over. But are you going to let her?” Michael observed Beckett's perceptive understanding of the world and persuasive voice. “She won’t accept help. Is that what you’re saying, along with I’m abusing her?” “Everyone abuses her, Michael, in. In one way or another, she’s the type of person who would die if it meant others would live. Even people she considers are her enemy. She’d make sure they were good before she took her
Aria was furious because she felt her life was spiraling into darkness. Her family wanted nothing to do with her because they had caught her lying in a live broadcast on her channel. Her modelling career was slow due to a designer's claim that she was demanding and made scenes. She wasn’t a clotheshorse, but that’s what he wanted. She had a big personality, and she wouldn’t mute it for his clothes. She had limited options remaining. Aria hated debasing herself to Leon, but what options did she have? Finding a job wasn't as simple for her. Her skills surpassed the demands of a mundane job. Aria struggled with her situation until Leon and his guards entered the lobby. She’d never tire of looking at his handsome face. His broad shoulders made him dwarf his guards in size. Part of his problems with people was because of his size and his money. He would threaten other men with his very presence, and they’d attack him to prove he wasn’t all that and more wrapped i
Juliette had to focus. She couldn’t let Michael take control of her every thought. She’d started her new life and had responsibilities, even if he still demanded everything she had. Hearing him speak to Beck like that hurt on so many levels. Beck had always been there for her. He cheered her on. She didn’t care if he improved his life around hers. It felt good. She still didn’t understand Michael’s attitude or intentions. He’d always told her how temporary she was and how disappointing she was for him. He only kept her around because he’d not found any better. Michael insisted if Aria became available, he jumped at the chance to have her. He’d done that within a day of her leaving. Why was he unhappy? He’s dragged Aria with him to what? To speak to Juliette and show Juliette how easy it was for her to be replaced? Then why make a point of calling her his wife when his lover was living with him? None of it made sense, and Michael wanting to reconcile for six m
Hours later, the food sat in the kitchen waiting for Juliette to arrive. She’d called for his driver to pick her up and Edward, his driver, called up to say she’d accepted her pass card from him and she’d entered the building safely. Michael thanked him and left his office to hear up their meal. As he waited by the microwave, he realized he felt nervous. He had sweaty hands and felt shaky. He’d not expected feeling like this about Juliette’s return. Should he feel like he’d won? She was back where she belonged. He could protect her from being taken advantage of. His life could return to normal with only a few minimal changes. He debated whether he should reset his five-year marriage plan. He hated the idea of delaying his plans, but he now had information about Juliette and Aria that changed things for him. Aria was flashy and a perfect show piece, but her character was riddled with problems. He valued honesty in others, even if h
Juliette watched Michael take in what she asked, and a thrill ran through her. Her mind switched on and gave that sexy little demon free rein over what happened now. One of her hands unconsciously loosened a couple of buttons at the top of her blouse and she couldn’t keep her knees together under the table. She desired a bit of excitement, so she rubbed against the chair. Michael watched the transformation in Juliette. It was like she was coming alive. When he saw her open her blouse just a little more, he knew he had her attention, and she’d play by his rules of the bedroom. “You are my little wanton slut, aren’t you, Juliette? I can see you want it now, don’t you? You want me to take you to our bed and entertain myself with your body until we can’t do anything more than sleep. Admit it, love. Does my wife want my dick in her hot cunt? Do you Juliette want me, Michael, to fuck you until you can’t scream any longer because you’ve orgasmed too many times?” Mich