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What claim did this guy think he had over me that he could demand such a thing? And why the hell did I have a strong urge to give it to him?
“Because you’re swimming with sharks and I’m the only one who’s allowed to bite you.”
I could have said no, but I didn’t. I found myself nodding. Agreeing. Who could argue with that? The jealousy that tinted in voice was like honey on my tongue. If only my husband cared enough to be jealous like that. To claim me.
My life had been so devoid of passion. And now, being next to him, I felt like he’d breathed new life into my being. A life with intensity and high mountaintops of passion.
He was what I’d been looking for. In life, in Cedric, in other men while hotwifing. This was everything. The strength and assertiveness I’d been missing. The adventure I’d been craving.
The only problem, however, was that I was now breaking every promise I’d ever made to my beloved husband.
Because now his rules were shot to hell. I’d never wanted to break them before now. I’d never had a reason to. But now?
Nothing would ever be the same again.
nine
The next day, I found myself with a bowl of cereal in bed as the rain pelted our home. I opened my window because while I preferred the sunshine, I did like the sound of the rain, and apparently newer homes have thick roofing where you can’t really hear storms. A major design flaw, in my opinion. Back home, when a storm rolled through and hit our metal roof, it was so loud you couldn’t carry a conversation. I loved it.
It was three in the afternoon and I’d done little more than walk to the kitchen and back all day. After Des dropped me off yesterday, I showered and collapsed into a heap of blankets. Between my fight with Cedric and my sexy hike with Desmond, I needed a dark room, some sugary cereal, and time to process my life.
Des had texted minimally, and I appreciated that about him. I hated a clingy man. He let me know he was checking out apartments today and asked when I may be free for another photography mission this week. I wasn’t sure if he was serious or if that was now our code word for sex. Either way, I wanted it. Though I felt guilty about that. Why did I feel guilty when this wasn’t logistically too different from what I did with Kenneth? Or Travis? Or Brian?
It’s not like my husband was ignorant of my extramarital activities. He signed off on it.
But he did ask that I keep my personal information private. Didn’t do that. He didn’t want me going around with anyone we knew, and Desmond was the Chief of Surgery’s SON. I just had sex with my husband’s boss’s son.
Not only that, but Des knew my name, about my life, he knew about my husband.
Most importantly, my husband wanted me to promise not to get emotionally involved and, despite how much I wanted to lie to myself and say this was only sex, it wasn’t. I felt a connection to Desmond unlike any other. His wildness, his mystery and intrigue. The way he saw me and saw the world. The way I felt totally claimed and enraptured when we had sex on the top of that mountain. I was catching feels. Which was ridiculous, but true.
This was becoming complicated. Which was everything Cedric and I set out to avoid when we started this whole arrangement.
My thighs ached from Desmond’s motorcycle. And Desmond’s body. Ignoring the feeling only made it worse. My panties were already damp from just the thoughts of yesterday. A knock on my door frame jolted me to the present, and I almost spilt my cereal.
“Sorry to startle you,” Cedric leaned on the doorway, peering at me. Something about his gaze made me squirm. I did nothing wrong. Okay, I didn’t do too much wrong.
“It’s fine. I’m just having a lazy day in bed. What’s up?” I noticed he was wearing low slung grey sweatpants and a blue shirt. Whenever I shopped for him, I always picked out blues. They made his eyes pop and highlighted his stone colored features.
“Where were you yesterday?” His gaze revealed nothing.
My cheeks heated, my tell-tell sign of something being amiss. But he didn’t want to know about other men. We had a don’t ask don’t tell policy… so why was he asking?
“Hiking,” I supplied, keeping my voice casual.
“Hiking,” he repeated, jaw tensing.
“Cedric-“ my voice catching on desperation. I was ready to tell him everything, rules or not, because this was all getting too weird. But he interrupted me.
“I got you something,” he smiled, face softening. Walking towards me, he sat a large box on the bed.
“Oh? What’s the occasion?” I grinned, crawling over to the white box tied with a pink ribbon. I’m easily distracted by gifts, okay? Shimmying the lid off, I squealed. “Cedric, this is so beautiful.” Carefully pinching the garment, I held it up to my chest.
“I saw it in a shop window and thought it would look gorgeous on you,” Cedric smiled. “I’m taking you out tonight.”
“Are you serious?”
“I am. You deserve a proper date night and I’m off call for twenty-four hours starting…” he glanced down at the Rolex on his wrist, “thirty minutes ago.”