Risk It: Paolo's Playhouse, Book 2 (3 page)

“Do you want a divorce?” The words popped out of her mouth before she realized it. Her stomach was twisted up in knots and she hoped she sounded a lot stronger than she felt. “Because if that’s what you want, I think I deserve to know.”

“What?” He staggered backward. She was pretty sure the shocked expression on his face was genuine. “No. Why would you think that?”

She stared at him pointedly, not saying a word. Did he really have no idea? She was relieved at his quick denial, but still…

He stared back at her and his expression became more guarded. “Is that what you want, Amy? Do you want to end our marriage?”

She nodded slowly, deliberately. “Yes, Will. I do.”

He started to reach out to her, then let his hands fall to his sides. “You can’t mean that.”

He looked shaken. Good. They both needed to be shook up. They couldn’t keep on doing what they’d been doing.

“I want to end the marriage we’ve been living in,” she went on. Her hands shook as she admitted, “I can’t live like this anymore.” She took a deep breath and then the words rushed out. “We don’t talk. We hardly touch. We let the kids do all the talking between us and…and…I’m afraid, Will,” she admitted at last. “I haven’t really been trying to avoid you. The truth is I’ve been afraid.”

“What?” He frowned and scrubbed his hand over his face. “Afraid of what? Afraid of me?”

“No. Not of you. Not like that.” She shrugged as if this didn’t mean everything to her. How did she explain? “It’s easier to wait until we’re both too tired than to risk you rolling away from me.” She swallowed and went on, tears nearly clogging her throat. “I guess I didn’t want to know for sure that you don’t want me any longer.”

He didn’t say a thing, just searched her face as if he was looking for more answers. As if he couldn’t believe what she’d told him. As if he no longer knew her. And still he didn’t speak. It was obvious her confession had made no difference to him at all.

She whirled around. She had to find her clothes. Had to get the hell out of there before she burst into tears. She’d had her fill of rejection for one day. “Look, I just want to go home. I’ll…um…I’ll call a lawyer in the morning.”

“Amy, wait.”

Wait? For what? She couldn’t stand to be in this room with him, knowing he didn’t want her. She kept her back to him. She didn’t want to look at him, didn’t want to see the rejection in his expression. “This was waste of time. I’m sorry I dragged you away from work.”

“Don’t you dare apologize.”

Surprised at the irritation in his tone, she paused as she leaned over to pick up her discarded bra. His anger was the last thing she needed. She shoved her arms through the straps, her fingers fumbling with the catch. She had to get out of there before she broke down in front of him. Why did she think a reminder of their happy past would help them now? “This was a lousy idea.”

“No, Amy. It wasn’t.” Will’s strong and steady voice made her freeze in her tracks.

Her breath caught in her throat and she slowly turned around to face him again. His expression had softened and she didn’t see a trace of the rejection she’d feared. “It wasn’t?” If her voice sounded shaky, it was nothing compared to her knees.

“This was the best idea you’ve ever had.” A small smile slipped out and gave her a tiny bit of hope. “The best since you decided to marry me.”

She chuckled briefly, a little sadly, remembering the pretend argument they used to have. “Oh no, you decided to marry me.”

“Don’t leave.” He sighed, dove his fingers through his hair. “Please don’t leave. What happened to us, sweetheart? How did we ever let it get to this point?” He took a step toward her and she instinctively took a step back. She didn’t know what to think, what to believe. “I’m sorry I ever made you think I didn’t want you.”

She pressed her fingers against her trembling lips and waited for him to go on.

“I don’t want a divorce. I’ve never even thought about it.” He paced for a moment in front of her, his frustration clear in his jerky steps. “I love you, Amy. I need you.” He stopped in front of her and looked at her with his dark gaze. “I. Need. You.”

Her heart stumbled in her chest. She couldn’t move, couldn’t see through the tears in her eyes. “I need you too.”

He held out his arms to her and she stepped into his embrace. Oh how she’d missed this. No matter what else happened tonight, she was in his arms again. She sank into him, wrapped her arms around him.

“Can we start this over?” he asked softly.

“I’m still mad at you,” she murmured into his shoulder. God, he smelled so good. “You were late.”

“I know.” He began to run his hands over the bare skin on her back and she melted against him. “Do you want to hear what happened?”

“Later.” She looked up at him and saw again the man she married, full of energy and passion. Maybe it was time to put the past behind them. Maybe it was time to stop holding on to the anger that had already begun to slip through her fingers. She had a much better use for her fingers.

She combed them through his silky hair. “Kiss me, Will. Kiss me like it’s the first time.”

Will didn’t crush his lips to hers, didn’t capture her mouth and plunder it with his tongue as she thought he might. Instead, he stepped back a fraction of an inch and swept his gaze over her face, her shoulders, her breasts. The movement of his eyes was so slow, so lazy she could almost feel the brush of his gaze along her skin. She shivered, but didn’t move. Couldn’t move.

He slowly smiled as he gently cupped her face in his hands. “Amy,” he murmured and then lowered his lips to hers.

At first, the touch was so light, a mere brush of his lips, and she barely felt it at all. Then he swept his tongue full across her lips, wetting them, readying them for the slide of his lips that followed. She sighed and sank into the kiss, savoring the slip and slide she’d been longing for.

He tasted faintly of the dark roast coffee he practically lived on. Amy parted her lips and drank him in. She drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking on it, feasting on the taste of him. He groaned and traced his fingertips leisurely down her body until he cupped her ass with his big hands. He pulled her closer, dragging her up against the rock-hard erection hiding behind his zipper. Her sex clenched instinctively. She wanted him deep inside her, filling that empty spot nothing else could touch. She rocked her hips, rubbing her mound against him.

Will hugged her body tightly to him, crushing her breasts against the soft shirt covering his hard chest. She tried to get even closer, straddling one of his legs. He caught her under her knee and pulled her leg up so that she was pressed up intimately along his thigh.

Their tongues tangled in an erotic dance of passion. She drove her fingers through his short, wavy hair, tightening her grip as the kiss deepened further. She ground her mound against his hard thigh, trying to stimulate her aching clit with the rough friction. Oh, she needed him inside her. Needed him now.

How could she have ever thought she was too tired to have sex with Will?

He moaned then gently dropped her leg and slowly moved away from her. She whimpered as she lost the warmth of his body, already missing the touch of his hands and lips. His thigh.

“Not too fast, sweetheart,” he said, his voice ragged. “Or this evening you planned will be over before it even gets started.”

He turned to look back toward the window to the next room, and Amy followed his gaze, her breath catching as she saw the young man stripping out of his clothes. Will looked back to her. “You do remember, don’t you?”

It felt so good to smile. “Of course I do. That’s why I picked this room.” She yanked his shirt tails out of the waistband of his trousers. “We need to get you out of these clothes. It’s only fair.” The flash of arousal in his eyes left her breathless.

He stood still and silent and let her take care of him. She slid her hands up his chest, enjoying the firm warmth of his body. “I’m glad you left your tie in the car. One less piece of clothing to take off.” She slowly unbuttoned the pale gray dress shirt. Her heart sped up as the soft fabric parted to reveal his bare chest with its light sprinkling of hair. It was almost as if this was the first time she’d seen him naked.

“Tell me what they’re doing right now,” Will whispered, his voice rough.

Taking a deep, appreciative breath, she pushed the soft shirt off his broad shoulders. She glanced over his shoulder at the window. “She’s pole dancing around the bed post again,” she told him. “Riding it up and down, so slow and graceful.”

“Bet she’s driving her guy crazy,” Will said.

“Oh yeah.” The young man was completely naked now, his body long and lean. His cock dark and thick. “He’s watching her now. He can’t take his eyes off of her.” She swallowed. “He’s got his cock in his hand, pulling on it in long, hard strokes while she dances for him.”

Will pressed his zipper-covered erection into her stomach. “That sounds like a good idea.” He reached for his belt, but she pushed his hands away.

“I’m going to take care of you,” she said, feeling stronger than she had in a long time. She ran her hands over his bare chest. “Mmm. There’s a lot of bare skin over there, but I like seeing all this skin even more. I think I need to see a lot more.” She unfastened his buckle and stripped the belt out of the loops, tossing it away like all the other articles of clothing she’d removed so far.

Will reached out and cupped one of her breasts, rubbing his thumb over the black lace bra. “Is this new?”

“Yeah.” Was that her voice, so breathless?

“I like it.” He slid one hand behind her back and expertly unhooked it. “Haven’t lost my touch.”

She let the straps slide down her arms and watched the bra fall away, along with the last of her fears.

“That’s a pretty skirt,” Will said, his eyes dark and hooded. “Take it off.”

Amy smiled slowly and lowered the zipper, never taking her eyes off him. The silky fabric slithered down her thighs and puddled on the floor at her bare feet. Will lifted his brows when he saw her lacy black panties. It appeared he did appreciate the new pretties. He didn’t tell her to take them off, so she left them on as she unbuttoned his trousers and slowly unzipped them. Will took over then, first kicking off his shoes then stripping the trousers off quickly, taking his underwear and socks with them.

Amy took her time looking him over. All the hours at the office hadn’t hurt his body any. He was still trim, if not quite as muscular as he used to be. His erect cock rose proudly from its nest of curly brown hair. Amy was surprised at how anxious she was to touch it. To taste it. Her palms itched. She licked her lips.

“You look incredible, sweetheart,” Will said, the words soft, breathless. He’d obviously been checking her out too.

She couldn’t help but smile, standing there naked except for the new panties. She felt incredible, powerful. No longer weak and weepy. Amy stepped up to Will and then looked past his shoulder to the window again. The blonde had dropped to her knees in front of her guy, her body rocking as she took his cock deep into her mouth. Amy’s mouth watered and she looked down at Will’s magnificent erection.

She’d sucked his cock before, of course, but it had always been in bed, as a part of their quick foreplay before they got down to business. In all the years they’d been married, she’d never knelt before him, but it felt right to Amy to do it now. She may not have been all that graceful as she dropped to her knees, but when she heard Will’s sharp intake of breath, it made her feel even more powerful.

“Does this mean you’re not mad at me anymore?” he asked, his voice rough.

She just grinned. Using her hand to guide him into her mouth, Amy parted her lips and slid his velvet-coated erection over her tongue. His familiar taste burst in her mouth and she sucked greedily on his cock. Will moaned and curled his fingers into her hair. He began to move his hips, holding her head still and thrusting his cock faster into her mouth.

Amy grabbed onto his hips to steady herself as he plunged deep into her mouth, deeper than he ever had before. For a brief moment she worried that she couldn’t take all he wanted to give her. But she discovered if she relaxed she could take him that way. She was learning that she could take more than she ever thought she could.

The moans coming from her husband let her know how much what she was doing pleased him. And by giving him this pleasure, she realized how much pleasure she received in return. Why hadn’t she figured that out before?

Soon she adapted to his thrusts, to the strength and length of each plunge of his cock. Amy started to knead his firm ass, loving the feel of his warm strong muscles under her fingers. His cock rubbed over her tongue with each plunge and she found herself squeezing his tight butt cheeks in rhythm with his thrusts. The wiry hair surrounding his erection tickled her nose when she took him deep. The soft head of his cock brushed up against the back of her throat and she opened even farther for him.

“Oh, Amy,” he groaned. His hands slipped from her head and hung at his sides.

She shivered from the raw passion in his voice. Her hands began to wander. She slid one down to cup his balls, to run her roaming fingers over the soft, fuzzy sacs. Another, louder groan escaped his lips. Amy never knew she could smile while her mouth was full of cock, but she discovered it was certainly possible.

She dipped her other finger into the crease between his cheeks. He shuddered. Did that mean he didn’t like it? Or that it turned him on so much he couldn’t control his reactions? She let his slick erection slip from her mouth.

“Yes?” she whispered and wiggled the finger nestled between his ass cheeks. She glanced up to see his eyes closed and his lips parted. He moaned and nodded. She almost laughed with delight. “Good.”

She sucked her finger into her mouth to wet it before she took him deep between her lips again. Then while she returned her attention to his cock, she pressed the tip of the wet finger against his rear entrance. She’d never done that before, had never wanted to. But this was a night for doing the unexpected. She pressed harder, pushing through the tight muscle barrier.