I don’t relent. He’s powerless in my touch, and I love that I can give this to him.
I watch as he struggles to hold the camera still, his face flushed with desire. He opens his legs wider, and I nuzzle my head deeper between them as I add more pressure to my mouth and finger. When I hear his breathing stagger, I sense that he’s close. Being with him as many times as I have, I’ve come to know his body well and how it reacts, so I move my head and take his cock back into my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to harden even more against my tongue.
He reaches down with his free hand, and when he twitches in my mouth, he pushes me down on him. His cum shoots down the back of my throat as he holds me locked in place. I grip his thighs with both my hands and swallow all he gives me. His orgasm rages, and I relish his body as it shudders in gratification.
His hand softens on my head, and when I slide my mouth off him, he looks down at me with a smile.
I crawl up into his arms and rest my head on his chest as his heart pounds against my ear. He used to intimidate me when we first started sleeping together, but he’s been able to settle most of my nerves this past month, and I’ve come to trust him with my body. Sex with him is a whole new experience for me. It’s always different, and he has a way of pushing me and challenging me to explore new things with him.
I’ve never touched a man as intimately as he likes me to touch him. Landon would freak if my finger got as close to his ass as Alec likes mine to get, but Alec is completely free with his body, which helps me be less resistant with mine. I allow him to touch me in places my husband never has. And because of this, I feel closer to Alec than Landon when it comes to sex.
“I want you to watch yourself,” he says, handing me his phone. “I want you to see what I see.”
I hit play, and we both watch what just happened between us. I don’t recognize the girl in the video who’s giving a blow job to a man she isn’t married to. This woman is nothing like me, but at the same time, she is me. I never would’ve found her if it weren’t for Alec helping me discover her. She turns me on as I watch. I never knew I could be so confident to allow myself to be filmed, but that’s the power of Alec. I’d do almost anything if he asked me.
When the video ends, he tosses the phone aside.
“How do you feel watching that?”
“Surprised,” I admit. “That girl doesn’t feel like me.”
“She is you,” he affirms.
We spend the short time we have left with each other cuddling in bed. We don’t speak as Alec runs his hands through my hair while I graze my fingers lazily along his naked body. With my eyes closed, I allow myself to pretend this isn’t wrong. That it’s Alec I belong to, and I don’t have to rush home. I wonder what life would be like if that were the case. Would he still be as exciting? Would I still feel the thrill every time we were together?
It doesn’t matter though, because I’m not his—I belong to someone else.
“When can I see you again?” he questions as I pull my clothes on.
“I have a signing this weekend and won’t be back until Tuesday.”
“Is this the New York trip you told me about?”
“Yes.”
Alec throws on a pair of pants and then follows me into the bathroom. While I touch up my makeup, he leans against the doorjamb and watches.
“What if I went with you?”
My eyes dart to him in the reflection of the mirror. “What?”
“You go to these things alone, right?”
I turn to face him. “If you’re asking if Landon comes, the answer is no. But Brooke, my assistant will be with me.”
“What if I got us a room of our own?”
“People know I’m married,” I tell him. “What if someone saw us?”
“I’ll get a room at a different hotel. You don’t have to stay where the signing is, do you?”