The sweet cheeks enveloping my dick on either side feel so soft and slick as I pull out of her. I wish I could capture the sight of her like this forever – ass and pussy spread open with my cum dripping out of her.
If she wasn’t pregnant before, she will be now. I never thought of myself as the kind who would want to start a family, but the primal desire to seed Cullen grows into a deeper yearning for a bloodline that I never experienced in the past. I watch the cum dribbling out of her for a few more seconds while I catch my breath.
I don’t think my wife came into this office expecting to get fucked in the ass.
“Stand up. Look at me.” I deliver my commands breathlessly. Cullen obeys. She’s the perfect wife and looks like it. Unfortunately, she looks shocked at what just happened between us.
I think I confused her. But I can fix that.
“I think I’m falling for you, Cullen,” I mutter. “It’s convenient, maybe, but it’s very real to me. I know you’re here for your own reasons, but I want you to be happy. That’s all.”
Can she handle anything else? I can’t tell. I reach for her and kiss her. She allows it, but she doesn’t share her feelings with me. It’s not enough. I have all the power here – too much for her to trust me based off of my words alone.
I’ll show her that I mean everything I say.
I’m falling in love with my wife and I don’t want to stop.
Rather, I want her to fall too.
Chapter Fourteen
Cullen
My period is ten days late. I suspect I’m pregnant, but we both want to wait another week or two before I take a test just to be sure. The news has only accelerated the excitement and tension between me and Padraic. We spend every minute we can together – and we don’t spend all of it having sex despite the constant temptation.
I start sleeping in Padraic’s bed. The first night, he traps me in his grasp and I have no choice. Every night after that, we mutually choose to fall asleep together. It’s a new step for both of us and I sleep so much better in his bed that I stop sneaking back to my room and move some of my things into his.
I don’t know how this can be working out but my relationship by arranged marriage contract is more fair and healthy than any relationship I chose out of love or any other driving chemical imbalance.
Padraic’s work picks up with the start of the spring season. I don’t know why exactly, but he explained it with a lot of big finance words over breakfast one morning. For the next few days after that, he’s started waking up before me and I begin to wonder if he isn’t the only one falling.
I haven’t forgotten what he said to me after that incident on his desk. He’s falling for me. What does that mean coming from a man like him? Does he only want me because I fulfill all these needs for him or… is it something else? If we met under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t feel like this. But part of what makes this so exciting are the rules. The tension between us.Is it really okay to fall for this man? Am I betraying myself?
Jelena sends someone else up with breakfast instead of delivering it herself today. The new girl doesn’t speak English very well. I try my best to communicate with her so I can say thank you, but I’m not sure how well it works. After breakfast, my days are all so luxurious that my nervous system has the time to heal. This really is the soft life.
The softness lasts all of thirty minutes before I hear running and then Zack bursts into my suite without knocking. Luckily I’m just painting.
“Cullen. You need to get up and get your ass into some Chanel. Now.”
“Excuse me?”
Zack has never talked to me like this before.
“I don’t know what the fuck happened but this may be our last conversation. Up!”
I spring up from my painting stool. But Zack looks like he’s about to explode with tension. I set my paintbrush down and Zack grabs my hands, dragging me towards my walk-in closet.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“My mother is here. She has no idea Padraic got married and he didn’t want her to know. The last thing I need is for her to see you wearing… that.”
“What’s wrong with my kaftan? It’s comfortable and I can paint all day in it, because I already got paint all over it.”
Zack looks at me like he feels sorry for me.
“My point exactly.”
“I don’t know which of these clothes are Chanel.”