Chapter 29 Neil #2
I could envision her in my head: her cheeks pink with jealousy and her ocean eyes animated by anger as she spat out curses and threats.
Another thing that hadn’t changed was Selene’s jealous streak.
If Selene could have tied me to the bed to keep me from encountering other women, she would have happily done so.
My phone buzzed again.
The blond one? I will cut your balls off if you so much as look at her!
I laughed aloud, drawing Sharon’s attention. All of Babygirl’s claws came out when she got jealous, and her potty mouth did too.
She was adorable.
Oh, you should see her. She’s wearing this skirt today that’s so tight I can see the outline of her thong…
I chuckled to myself as I impishly typed out the first thing that came to mind. I enjoyed bringing out this blind fury in her. Sometimes she’d chuck a slipper at my head when I pretended to give other women the eye—especially the blond ones.
In reality, it often felt like my body only reacted to her ocean eyes, but Selene didn’t know that. I didn’t want her to be too secure, so I regularly provoked her.
Another message alert:
You nasty pervert. You’ll pay for that one!
I laughed before trying to become serious and determined once again. I was in my office, after all. I couldn’t be unprofessional. I glanced up at Sharon and saw her staring at me, probably trying to figure out what had me so delighted.
The answer was simple: It was Selene. She was my joy.
She was my moon, and my daughter was my brightest star, and there was no room for anyone else in my dark sky.
“I think I’m done.” Sharon got up from her chair huffily.
Maybe she was annoyed at how little attention I’d paid her, but my family would always come first, and at that moment, my head was already back home.
All I wanted to do was snuggle with Nicole, and then it would be her mother’s turn.
I wanted to lay her down on our bed and spread her legs wide for me and just lose myself in her heat.
Just the thought of it made my body tense up and my throat tighten.
I undid a button at my collar in an effort to get some more air.
“Okay, go ahead,” I answered in a rasping voice.
It was the same seductive tone I used when Selene and I were fucking, and that was not okay.
Sharon’s breath hitched, and I watched her fall prey to my charms, just as I’d feared she might.
I had to fix it. “See you on Monday,” I added, hasty and awkward, before looking meaningfully at the door.
I didn’t stand up to show her out. I couldn’t.
She told me goodbye, and I watched her leave the office, obviously on edge, but I didn’t give a shit.
Once I was alone, I palmed the fly of my pants, trying to soothe my hard-on. I heaved a frustrated sigh before angrily snatching up my phone again.
Great. Now I can’t work because of you. Prepare yourself; I want you naked when I get home… And I’m not going easy on you.
I tossed the phone down on the desk and began putting away the project I no longer cared about. I stood up and stretched my legs as I waited for Selene’s reply, which was very prompt:
Counteroffer: I have a really fun game for you to play. It’s called “Oh No, My Balls Fell off Because I Ogled Another Woman’s Thong…” I’ll be waiting at home for you, love…
And, in spite of the threat, I only grew more aroused because Babygirl turned into a genuine tigress in the sack when she was truly pissed off.
I loved provoking that jealousy, making her abandon all her inhibitions and dragging her with me past all boundaries. She became this dizzying whirlwind of beauty, heart-stopping curves, and flushed cheeks.
A knock at the door roused me from those thoughts. Apparently the building wasn’t as empty as I’d thought.
“Come in,” I groused. I had hoped I could finish up and get home and dedicate myself to my Pearls, but now I’d have to stay and deal with whatever this new dickhead needed.
“Am I disturbing you, Mr. Keller?”
I let my phone fall to the desk, and my eyes locked on her, on that body that I could have picked out of a crowd. Blindfolded. Warmth spread through my chest as I looked at her, and my heart pounded faster, hot blood pumping through my veins.
She was so fucking gorgeous, my Tinkerbell.
It had been six months since she gave birth, and she had only blossomed like a flower, still with all her purity and angelic delicacy.
Her breasts were fuller and showed to their best advantage in the high-necked pink blouse she wore, just as clean and elegant as she was. Her round, perfect hips were encased in a sophisticated pencil skirt, and she showed off her long legs in a pair of high heels that she wore with masterful ease.
She had everything required to be the perfect woman—my perfect woman. She was earnest, intelligent, and beautiful, and she had the biggest heart. I had discovered over the years just how jealous I felt when men undressed her with their eyes. I regularly had to stifle the urge to break some noses.
If I had ever lost Selene, I would have lost myself.
“Ms. Anderson, what are you doing here? I don’t see clients at this hour…” I leaned arrogantly against the desk and clasped my hands to fight back the omnipresent urge to simply jump her.
“Well, I definitely didn’t come here to talk business.” My Tigress locked the door behind her with an impish look, and I stared deep into her eyes to show her just how much I appreciated this surprise of hers and how richly I planned to reward her.
I watched her waver for just a moment on those heels. My devouring stare always had the same effect on her.
I was fucking her before I even touched her.
“And why did you come to see me, Ms. Anderson?” I smirked as I watched her move closer to me, slow and graceful. Never vulgar or overtly sexual, but she had every bit of my attention in that moment.
The electric spark between us hadn’t dimmed in the slightest. In fact, it had grown, as had our knowledge of each other, our understanding, and our physical attraction.
Selene understood that sex was much more than a simple biological need for me.
I still had issues with my mental health, and I knew that I experienced sexuality in my own unique way, but I was no longer ashamed of it.
She had accepted me.
“Did you try to work with your colleague in that condition?” Her ocean eyes dipped to the crotch of my pants bowed obviously outward. Her cheeks instantly flamed up, and a troubled twitch of her jaw told me she was about to start raging at me.
“This is all your fault, Tinkerbell. You and your text messages. Sharon didn’t see anything. I was sitting down the whole time,” I explained, sounding amused but firm. Then I pushed myself off the desk and stalked toward her like a big cat who had just laid eyes on a lovely gazelle.
She froze in the middle of my office, her breathing becoming erratic. I could see her arousal in the way her breasts heaved and pressed against the demure shirt. The way her knees trembled and how she rubbed her sweaty palms on her skirt.
I sniffed the air like an animal might, and she gulped.
“Where’s our Little Pearl?” I asked her with a lascivious edge as I circled her.
I stopped right behind her and slowly leaned against her back.
Her wavy auburn hair tickled my face, and the scent of coconut surrounded me.
There was nothing better than the scent of the woman who had pulled my soul out of my body.
“My mother is with her; she’s staying over tonight.
Tomorrow we’re having the barbecue with everyone, remember?
I told her I was just going to come over here and see how things were going…
” She stopped talking when I gave her hips a possessive squeeze.
I pressed my hips against her ass and dragged the tip of my nose along the curve of her neck.
“I can’t wait to get home to her.” I missed my daughter.
I missed holding her when I had to spend so many hours in the office.
I’d often have Selene send me pictures or videos of her doing weird stuff like chomping on her little feet.
“Just don’t say anything more about your mother or it’ll all go to shit down there. ”
“Oh, I think everything’s going really well down there. The corporal is saluting. He’s so polite, you know…” Selene had given my cock a nickname after Nicole was born. She was trying to eliminate any sort of vulgar language from her vocabulary because she didn’t want Nicole to pick it up.
“This weird kink you have of addressing my cock by his rank is disturbing,” I murmured into her ear. She giggled and ground her ass against me. I let out a rough moan and licked her neck until her head fell back against my chest. Right where it belonged.
Where it would always be.
“Take your clothes off, Babygirl,” I said in a low voice before retreating to the desk and leaning comfortably against it as I waited for her to do as I said. A flare of desire lit up her blue eyes, and I grinned smugly at the effect I still had on her.
Her hands moved up to the collar of her shirt, and she began to gently undo each of the buttons.
“Ready to play, Mr. Keller?” Her sweet, sensual voice was sufficient to shake my self-control. I drummed my fingers on the wooden surface of the desk as I tracked her every movement. Every curve, every line.
Selene let her shirt fall to the floor before moving on to her skirt.
She slid the side zipper down, and I watched as the black fabric skimmed her long legs on its way down.
Now, she wore just her lingerie and a pair of high heels, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
A matching set in white lace with a pair of thigh-highs in the same color. That was all that stood between her flesh and my hungry desires.
Her bra barely contained her flourishing curves, and only a microscopic triangle of fabric concealed her smooth pussy from me.
Every part of me longed to touch, lick, and suck every inch of her body.
How many times had I fucked her?