Chapter 25
Enzo
IT’S BEEN WEEKS SINCE I READ THE CHAPTER FROM ELENA’S BOOK. The woman certainly knows how to write an erotic scene.
Did she allow me to read it? No.
Did I sneak into her office and invade her privacy? Not so much.
I did however, stay in the doorway of her office wondering what could have possibly caused her to blush as red as a lobster. Curiosity got the better of me and I strolled over to her desk and looked at her manuscript.
In my defence it was already open to the “balcony scene” so I didn’t even have to page through it.
It would seem that Alex is quite the expert on the female anatomy.
I’ve read Christmas kisses and it was really good, a short romantic novella with a few sexy scenes here and there.
This however, was something else. This was sex, lust, passion and unmistakable chemistry all rolled into one gloriously breathtaking scene.
I see why she was so flustered at the time. It’s incredibly erotic.
The weeks pass by dreadfully slow. I’ve tried everything.
Working long hours, working out at the gym, giving Elena more time off, distracting myself with books, I even started watching a series but nothing seems to hold my attention long enough for me to forget about the beautiful brunette occupying the guest bedroom.
Flashes of her writhing beneath me, our bodies in a sweaty tangled mess… the way she softly moans with each stroke inside her. My God she’s intoxicating. That warm tug in my chest makes itself known once again and I find myself instinctively rubbing my hand across my chest.
It was the most sexually awakening experience of my life and I ruined it by calling out my dead wife’s name.
I know I did it subconsciously. I thought I said it in my mind, obviously I didn’t, but the more I think about it, the more I realise I didn’t say her name out of love, or because I thought of Victoria while fucking Elena.
It was guilt. I enjoyed every second with Elena.
I never experienced anything remotely like that with Victoria and it wasn’t until that night that I realised, that’s what I wanted and I want more.
The guilt? Well, I feel guilty that as much as I love my wife, I’ve never wanted her as badly as I want Elena.
Elena has opened up a part of me I hadn’t known I even possessed. We are not together; we can never be together. As much her rules as my own but the thought of her with someone else makes my stomach turn. What kind of a selfish bastard am I?