Lover (Betrothed 3)

When she realized I was in the room, she looked up and noticed me. A smile full of sunshine appeared on her lips as she looked so thrilled to see me standing there. “Wow, it’s five already?” She gathered her papers and organized them in the drawers.

I inched farther into the room and watched her beautiful figure as she moved to clean up her desk. Constantly being reminded how sexy she was didn’t help these desperate urges in my body.

When she finished, she came around the desk and embraced me. Her arms moved around my shoulders and she kissed me, her soft lips moving against mine for a kiss that was full of hot breaths and a little bit of tongue.

My hands glided over her body, feeling the deep curve in her back and the little bulge in her stomach. My hands wanted to grab her ass and squeeze, but I stayed away from particular areas. This kiss was enough to get me hot and bothered, to think about throwing her on the desk and taking her how I wanted. I couldn’t be myself, couldn’t be the man I really was. I was forced to be patient, respectful, and celibate.

I couldn’t do this for any other woman.

She pulled away but kept her face close to mine. “You want to go out to dinner tonight?”

We never went anywhere. After what happened, Sofia had wanted to stay home. This was a curve ball, but after what she’d been through, I would do whatever she wanted. “Sure.”

“What’s your favorite place?”

“We don’t have to go where I wanna go. Where do you wanna go?”

“I think you have good taste, so I trust you.” She leaned in and gave me another kiss on the mouth. This time, it was quick and gentle. When she looked me in the eye, there was a bright look of affection, like the way she used to look at me.

Maybe I just needed to wait a little longer. “Then let’s go.”

She sat across from me at the dinner table, wearing a backless cocktail dress. Her wedding ring reflected the flickering lights from the candles, and a diamond bracelet was on her other wrist. Her long hair was down and around her shoulders, and the lighting in the restaurant made her look so beautiful, she seemed fake. She held the menu open with her hands, her chin tilted down as her eyes shifted back and forth to read the entrees.

Fuck, I’d better get laid tonight.

This was fucking torture. She got all dressed up like a goddamn model, and that backless dress showed the sexy curves that distracted me. It was like she was trying to seduce me, trying to remind me what I was missing. If this was all just a tease, I’d probably lose my shit and blow up on her. I had to keep reminding myself what she’d been through, and I’d be a terrible person if I wasn’t understanding.

But damn, this woman was killing me.

Even the way she took a drink of her water was sexy. Her plump lips left red lipstick all over the glass, and I couldn’t stop picturing that same smear around my mouth, down my neck, and all over the base of my dick.

With her eyes still on the menu, she asked, “What are you getting?”

I wished I could order pussy. “Sirloin.”

“I’m thinking about getting the chicken. I’d rather have pasta, but all those carbs.”

I glanced at her small body and almost rolled my eyes. She had no idea that she was a perfect ten. No idea that she had a perky ass, a tiny waist, and nice big titties? If she needed to be reminded, she needed to let me fuck her. She wouldn’t forget how perfect she was.

When the waitress came over to take our order, I ordered for both of us. “I’ll have the steak. Well done. My wife will have the spaghetti.” I grabbed both of the menus and handed them over.

A slight smirk came onto her lips. “That was smooth.”

“Order what you want.”

“Now that I’m pregnant, it’ll be easy to gain weight.”

“Then gain weight. That’s what you’re supposed to do when you’re eating for two.”

Her smile grew. “That’s a nice thing to say. You don’t care if I get big and fat?”

She could walk around in a burlap sack, and I would be just as attracted to her. “Not at all.”

She stared at me for a while before she grabbed a piece of bread. “How’s work?”

I never liked to talk about work. “I haven’t found him. But I will.”

“I meant the bank.”

I shrugged. “Nothing new.”

“Nothing?”

“I’ve been working with some offshore companies in Panama. Some of my clients are from the US, and since they own shipping companies, they need to claim those assets elsewhere. I’m also laundering their money just to make sure everything is safe.” My bank wasn’t for regular people with regular jobs. My business solely ran on corruption. But that was the only way to make money…through corruption.