And one day since that wicked man showed up at my house in the middle of the day while Lucy was at school. I was deep into revisions on an ad campaign and working on a tight deadline.
My doorbell had rung. Irritated, I swung it open, ready to tell off whatever salesman was there.
Instead, I got 6’4 inches of a hot man hell-bent on some afternoon delight. Jim simply attacked before I could even ask him what he was doing there. By attack, I mean full-out blitz as he came charging in the door. Within a millisecond, I was in his arms and his mouth was on mine. He kicked the door shut. Because the bedroom was too far away, I got picked up and tossed on the couch. I spent one futile moment trying to explain I was busy, and I didn’t have time for this.
“You can take those clothes off, or I will. They’ll probably get shredded, though,” he replied, a dark, almost sinister tone to his voice. “Then you’re going to ride my face, Ella. I have a bit of a craving for you.”
I didn’t try to argue anymore. I didn’t care if my work got done. Instead, I got naked and Jim laid on the couch, pulling me over him so I was spread right over his mouth. I truly didn’t care if I got fired at the point I was into my second hard orgasm, because he is magic with his tongue. I was in nirvana when he flipped me around, unzipped his pants, and jerked his cock out. I almost came again when he ordered, “Reverse cowgirl, Ella. Now.”
Damn it all to hell, but I love his domineering side and him forcing me to do what he wants—knowing I’ll get just as much out of it in the end—but I climbed on my man and rode him reverse cowgirl. It was half an hour of explosive, rough, dirty-talking sex and when we were done, he cuddled me close on the couch. He thanked me for taking some time out of my day, whispered he loved me, got dressed, and left, giving me a final apology at the door before he closed it.
I could do nothing but laugh and after lying on the couch for a few more minutes, I finally got dressed and went back to work. I had a smile on my face all day.
In essence, Jim has given me everything I’ve ever wanted. I feel like I’m not only visible to him, but also that I’m cherished, respected, admired, and needed. He makes me feel as if he can’t breathe without me, and I couldn’t be happier.
But what if it doesn’t last? What if we can’t maintain this for the long haul?
This is the reason I was hesitant in coming to a team event—I was afraid we were making a show that could easily falter.
“Did you tell anyone I was coming?” I ask Jim as he eyeballs the game where you knock over the milk canisters with a baseball.
“Yeah,” he replies. “Several of the guys.”
That relieves me somewhat because I’ve been dreading someone coming right out and asking, “What’s she doing here?”
Although in hindsight, Jim is close with his teammates. I’m quite positive they rallied around him when I asked him to leave, and they would be supportive of him trying to make his marriage work. Of course, some could hate me for asking for a separation and now they’ll be forced to put on fake smiles and act like it’s all cool I’m here with him.
“I’m not sure this was a good idea,” I blurt out, my pulse now starting to race. I didn’t think through how this would work out. Jim bringing me back into the fold, I mean, particularly because we’re not exactly together. While I’m still hoping beyond hope we can repair what was broken, there’s the chance we won’t. And this could be a big grandstanding of lies right now.
Before I know it, Jim has his hands on my shoulders and he pulls me in close. “Ella… just relax. You’re one of the most lovable people I know. Everyone on this team adored you before we separated, and not one of my friends has sore feelings toward you. I made sure they knew I was to blame, not you.”
“You weren’t totally to blame,” I murmur, incredibly touched he would gallantly make himself the total bad guy. “It takes two to make a relationship work.”
Jim smiles, leans in, and brushes his lips against mine. “That might be true, but that’s a conversation best served with a few beers, chips, and guacamole out in the gazebo one night. I’ll randomly show up and text you when I arrive.”
I can’t help the laugh that bursts forth from my tight chest and just like that, he’s made things good for me again.