The Marriage Rival

Lex sits back down, though he’s still tense. Charlie is ready to pop at any moment, and he is worried every second he is away from her. Presley and Noah are on standby, and at times, Noah’s worse than Lex. Although Charlie is his cousin, he treats her like a sister.

Charlie’s pregnancy has flown by fast, and I’m glad Presley and Charlie have fixed things between them. It makes Lex and my life easier.

“Presley, sit, please,” Marshall says, gesturing toward the empty chair.

She wouldn’t interrupt us unless it is important.

Shit, did something happen with Masen?

Calm the fuck down, she looks happy.

“Thank you, Henderson, but I just wanted to see what time this meeting finishes?”

I wish it would fucking end now.

“Everything okay?” I ask, worried.

“I have something urgent I need to discuss with you when you’re done.”

“I’m about done.” Lex stretches in his chair.

“I just want to run over one more thing,” Marshall says, head down reading a contract.

“Another hour or so. Mr. Yukon is going to teleconference in. There’s a supply-chain issue in China, and print costs look set to rise,” I tell her, placing my head in my hands to reduce the beginning of a headache. “Would you mind having Maria send in more coffee?”

“Certainly, Mr. Cooper. I shall await your presence.”

Mr. Cooper. My head lifts immediately, just in time to catch a glimpse of her walking away with a flirtatious wink. She only ever calls me that in front of people if she wants to fuck. I did have a headache. My dick stirs beneath my pants.

Fuck it! I want to screw my wife now.

“I’ll be back in a moment.”

Lex lifts his head with a knowing gaze. “Ten minutes, Cooper. Make it pretty damn quick.”

The fucker knows what I am doing. Thank God Marshall takes the opportunity to answer a call on his phone.

I rush out of the room toward the main foyer not sure where Presley went, but in the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of her entering the janitor’s closet.

Smiling at Maria, I ask her to make sure coffee is served in my office. She kindly obliges, and the second she abandons the reception desk and is out of sight, I open the door to the janitor’s closet.

The room is dimly lit, a hanging bulb the only illumination. I shut the door as Presley throws herself on me, slamming her lips to mine, nearly knocking all wind from my lungs. I hardly have a moment to react before she presses her tongue to the seam of my lips, delving inside my mouth.

Pulling away, she pants. “I’m ovulating. I don’t know how long this window is, but you need to own it.”

“I can’t just switch it on at a moment’s notice,” I lie, just to see how far she’ll go.

“Me masturbating in the shower with my white t-shirt on.”

Bitch.

She got me good.

I pull her dress up, pushing her panties aside while she unbuckles my belt, tossing my pants and boxers to the floor.

“Turn around,” I demand.

With my cock resting in my hand—hard as fucking hell—I stroke myself as I spread her cheeks, admiring the beau