SLOW HANDS

Christina did not look convinced. Instead her eyes narrowed as she stared at him. “You seem to have forgotten that I know when you are lying to me, Evan” she said. “Tell me what’s going on.” She looked at the floor before she added, “Are you not okay with me showing up at the party?”Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Evan immediately rushed to her. He held her hand and used the tip of his finger to lift her chin, forcing her to look at him.

“Please believe me when I say this Tina. The best part of the party was the moment that you showed up. Your presence made it perfect so don’t ever think that you showing up was a problem. As for my silence, I was just thinking about some work stuff. I’m trying to come up with a way to get Luthor Corp’s account too. That’s all… Really. There’s nothing to worry about”

Christina flashed him a smile. “Okay” she said, “I’m glad I came too. I will go up to the room now and get ready for bed”

Evan nodded. “Sure” he said as he released her. “I will be joining you soon”

After Christina left, Evan took off his jacket and loosened his tie. He suddenly felt choked. Choked by the thought of what he had done. By the fact that he had cheated on his wife with a woman he didn’t even know. Choked by the lies he was telling. Choked by the guilt. He hated the fact that he had screwed up. If only he had been a little patient. If only he had shown a little self control, but he had been so lonely… So desperate for any kind of attention that when Dora had offered it, he had not even hesitated.

He kicked off his shoes and buried his head in his hands, messing up his hair in the process. He could never let Christina find out, he thought. There was no point in letting her know about it. He would simply be hurting her for nothing and that was exactly what he was trying to avoid. He couldn’t ruin this little light in her… This little happiness that was returning into their lives. All he had to do now was make sure that it never happened again, and maybe their lives would go back to normal. He could have his wife back. They could have their family back, and this incident would stay in the past.

Having decided that, he grabbed his shoes and jacket and headed for the bedroom. Christina was already in their bed, wrapped up in the duvet. Evan was surprised. This was the first time since they lost their child that she had come to the bed they shared. Evan’s heart leaped a little… Filled with happiness and also regret.

He went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. After which he climbed into the bed with her. He wrapped his arm around her and she stirred. His hand tightened, as if he was scared that she would suddenly change her mind and leave. “Stay, Tina,” he said softly. “I just want to hold you. That’s all”

Christina relaxed in his arms and pushed her body into his. Evan kissed her neck slowly, before letting his lips brush her shoulder. He felt his dick harden, but couldn’t bring himself to go further. Not tonight.. Not after what he had done, and besides he didn’t know if she was ready for that yet and he didn’t want to rush her.

Christina must have noticed his uneasiness because she said, “Stop thinking about whatever you are thinking about and go to bed, Evan. I want you to hold me too”

But Evan stayed awake until he could hear her steady breathing and knew that she was sleeping. Sleep only came an hour later.. Relieving him of his worries….

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Okay, that was done.

It was good. Damn good. Too fucking damn good. But it was done.

So why were her thighs still trembling and her body already missing the warmth of his? Chloe kicked off her shoes, dropped her robe onto the closed toilet and rested her palms on the cool top of the sink. She lowered her head and took a deep breath. When she looked up, the woman staring back at her through the mirror was only slightly foreign. Her eyes were bright with remnants of desire. Her cheeks were flushed, lips plump from his kisses. Delicious kisses that had served as the appetizer to a greater entrée she couldn’t have imagined if she’d tried.

She wanted him again. Dammit!

Chloe turned on the water, hoping the noise would take the foolish thoughts from her mind, but then realized they’d agreed to spend the night together. He’d only been there an hour and a half, which meant she still had plenty of time to indulge in Timothy’s scrumptious body. She leaned forward and splashed water on her face. It was cool and her body shivered with the contact. She pulled her hair free from the pins that still partially held it back and took the next few minutes to wash up. She’d intended to take some time to clean up and then return to the bedroom, to face the music so to speak. Instead Chloe pushed her arms into the sleeves of her robe and tied it tightly around her waist before moving to sit on the lip of the soaker tub, and closed her eyes.

She’d had sex with Timothy Packard, and her orgasm had come like a full-blown explosion of sensation that still had her body quaking. With her shoes in hand, Chloe walked out of the bathroom and into the empty bedroom. Timothy was gone, and a quick punch of disappointment landed in the pit of her stomach. He probably left because of her reaction, she thought. She walked to the closet and placed her shoes inside before turning slowly to look around once more, confirming that the room was empty.

“I thought you might be thirsty.”

She startled at the sound of his voice and glanced in the direction of the door to see Timothy standing there with two glasses of water. He was wearing his boxers and nothing else and her body instantly responded with disappointment shifting to the slow burn of arousal.

“Yes. Thank you.” For lack of anything better to say, Chloe met him as he came into the room and accepted a glass. Her bare feet moved across the carpet until she could sit on the side of the bed.