touch. I let out a small gasp of surprise as he wrapped his strong arms around me. I eyed the knife block. It would be easy enough to stab him. I could claim it was an innocent mistake as I drove the blade into his femoral artery.
Once again, I rolled my eyes. I had one shot at the blowing strike, and realistically, I knew that wouldn’t satisfy me. I wouldn’t like prison. Orange was not my color.
“You smell so good,” Jeremy purred in my ear. My body reacted to his warm
breath on my skin. Irritated, I reconsidered the idea of stabbing him as he began to kiss my neck. Chills ran through me. My body and my mind were in a battle. I
needed to block out the spell he was putting on me. I forced myself to focus on
the words I had been telling myself for the past year.
Be the good wife.
Ignore the fact he is probably imagining
he is with someone else right now.
Sixteen hours, twenty-three minutes.
Then, you’re free.
Turning me around to face him, he kissed me on the tip of my nose. “Don’t
be mad, babe. You know I’m doing all of this for you.” Lifting my chin with his
finger, he asked in a firm voice, “You know that, right?”
“Of course, Jeremy,” I said, leaning in and kissing him.
Best actress in an unhappy marriage goes to Caitlyn Chase Whittaker. I wantto thank everyone who made this possible, especially my lying cheat of ahusband. This is really for you, Jeremy.
He interpreted my silencing kiss as an invitation and scooped me up into his
arms. I laughed in mock irritation and demanded he put me down. With a grin,
Jeremy set me down and took my hand. It felt like the last walk as he led me through our home.
I stared at the familiar bare walls, forcing myself to focus on the big picture.
I could endure. It wasn’t like he was a fat, sweaty businessman. At one time, I
loved when he dropped everything to lead me away to a quiet place. But that was
before reality hit. That was before I knew who he really was.
When we reached the bedroom, Jeremy wasted no time peeling my clothes
off, and then his. If the sight of him didn’t make me want to murder him, I would have enjoyed the view of his athletic body in the soft glow of the hallway light.
Jeremy was, if anything, an attentive lover, and he had been equipped with the
tools to satisfy.
Lying on the bed, I stared at the ceiling, pretending I had run away to meet
my lover. I imagined spending the day on the beach, being massaged with oil by
this delicious man. Then, when he finally took me, I would cry out as I reached
climax.
“Does it feel good, babe?” Jeremy asked.
If you didn’t speak, it would feel better. No, it would feel better if it wasn’tyou. If it was him.
Tonight, I was unable to even feel the sweet release of pleasure from Jeremy’s touch. Not even with thoughts of the one I wanted to be with racing through my mind. Tonight, you fake it, I warned myself.
“I need to feel you, Jeremy. Come to me, baby,” I writhed and moaned.
With a satisfied grin, he slithered up my body. Closing my eyes, as if I was
still reeling from the pleasure he gave me, I focused my mind back on the object
of my fantasy. Don’t get me wrong, Jeremy was gorgeous. His tan, rock-hard body made it easier to picture my imaginary lover.
Despite myself, I rocked against each of his thrusts. Each movement
reminded me I was a liar. I hated myself for enjoying even one second of it, especially since this time, I didn’t need to fake it. My body exploded from the pleasure of his skilled lovemaking.
