Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
HENRY
Shit.
I’m tingling. My lips burn.
My skin itches.
I’m craving, it’s been too long since I had my last hit.
I waited for her last night, settled the tab and made sure she got home safely. And now I am sitting outside her apartment, waiting, watching like some stalker.
Turning my watch to face me, it’s just past eight, she should be coming out any minute to walk and get Clarissa’s damn coffee.
Pisses me off.
She is nothing like the woman I met all those years ago. I have no idea who this woman is now. I offered her a divorce at the end of last year but of course she said no. Not because she was madly in love with me, but because ‘ what would the investors think’.
I shake my head from side to side at the thought.
Dropping my head for a moment, I look at the platinum band that sits on my finger. Rolling it between my index finger and thumb, it no longer has meaning to me. I’ve tarnished it and I don’t even feel guilty about it.
Jeff coughs, clearing his throat and I lift my face and see her. Hair pulled into a high ponytail, huge black sunglasses on and wearing a tight little dress that sits midthigh. On her feet are those killer heels that were wrapped around my back last night.
She doesn’t look in my direction, so Jeff begins to roll the car forward just as I slip my window down. She is talking on the phone and I kind of feel bad for interrupting, but then again, I don’t.
I whistle, which gets her turning and looking in my direction.
A small smirk twitches as she says something quietly into the speaker of her phone and then cuts it off. Jeff stops at the curb as she walks over to me and leans down to look at me through the window.
“Good morning,” I breathe and my heart races under my skin.
“Morning,” her fingers rest just inside the car.
“Can I give you a lift?” I raise a brow, not wanting to sound as desperate as I probably do. She stands up, hands on her hips.
“I need to get your wife’s coffee,” and I don’t miss the sharpness to her tone.
“We can jump out just before,” I counter with her as I begin to move over just as she opens the door. She slides in next to me and I feel all giddy and shit.
I am forty-seven.
No one has ever made me feel like a boy with a high school crush.
Heart thrumming, stomach in knots and my palms all tingly.
“How are you?” I ask as Jeff begins to drive.
“I’m good, slept well, I feel good,” she chimes as her phone dings and that takes her attention away from me for just a moment and I am jealous. Within minutes her blue eyes are back on me, and I smile at her. “How about you?”
“I’m good, slept well, I feel good,” I mimic her, and she laughs softly and it’s the most beautiful sound.
Silence crackles for just a moment.
“We can’t let what happened last night happen again…” the words pierce through me, and I hate it.
“I know,” I breathe, because she is right. I have had plenty of opportunities over the last twenty years to cheat on Clarissa but none of them were as tempting as Bella.
But agreeing with her doesn’t mean that’s what I want.
Our eyes lock and I watch as her breathing changes, her chest rising and falling a little faster.
“What are you thinking about?” I tease the answer out of her, begging it’s something I can act on.
“Just what you said last night…” she licks her lips and I tap my fingers on the soft leather of the chair beside me, crawling my fingers across so they brush over the back of her hand.
“I said a lot of things last night Bella…” I whisper as my eyes bounce between hers.
“About putting a baby in me, about keeping my…”
“Your tight cunt full?” and my cock throbs.
She nods, lips parting.
“Is it still full of me? Or did some trickle down your pretty thighs?”
She whimpers. I edge closer.
“We shouldn’t.”
“I know,” I breathe as she turns her body towards me just as Jeff slips the window up between us, giving us some privacy.
Her lips are mere inches from mine.
“I need you, Bella. I meant what I said, I want my baby inside of you, I want to fill your pretty pussy full of me.”
She moans just as my fingertips brush across her bare thigh and her breath catches at the back of her throat.
I know this is risky.
We were drunk last night, and I know I crossed a line but I’m too far gone to even give a shit.
“We’re nearly at the office…” she retracts back from me for just a moment and my fingers glide up the skirt of her dress, desperate to dip between her legs and rub her clit, desperate to fill her with my fingers and feel her warm slick cunt.
“Let me fuck you,” I whisper against her lips before her tongue wraps around mine, our kiss deepening, her needy fingers fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.
“We were drunk last night, it shouldn’t have happened.”
“I know, but we were inevitable,” I groan just as my fingers meet the apex of her thighs, her legs widening just as Jeff pulls up at the coffee shop and something in Bella snaps.
She shoves me off her and shakes her head from side to side.
“You’re married Henry,” she chokes out, as if she is gasping for breath.
And before I can even stop her, she opens her door and walks away from me leaving me with an aching heart and a rock solid hard on.
Brilliant.