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  If he didn’t take the hint – the fact she was wearing a thin sheet of silk for clothing over dinner and nothing else – she felt sure there was not much else she could do to get it across that she wanted to fuck tonight.

  “How was your day?” she asked.

  “Mental,” he said, clearly not in the mood to elaborate. “What about yours?”

  She wondered whether to tell him about Susan… perhaps she might use the story to subtly gauge his feelings on their dwindling sex life if she brought up how crazy Susan’s seemed to be.

  “Susan called me on the spur of the moment and we had a drink. We were going to eat but she kept crying about her marriage. She and Adam split up. Anyway, I put her in a taxi home and got back here by myself, suddenly so glad we’re not in the same position.”

  Lies… but, still… maybe he’d open up.

  It was a shock when Isaac’s brown eyes glowed and he told her, “Never liked that woman. I told you, didn’t I? Something about her.”

  Anabel had forgotten all about Isaac’s dislike of Susan. And that put paid to that.

  They went their separate ways after dinner. He had some emails to take care of and lay on the sofa with his laptop resting on his lap as he mindlessly watched some Netflix in the background.

  Anabel, on the other hand, wandered around their apartment with a glass of wine in her hand, wondering if celibacy was what was expected of women after being with someone for any length of time.

  “What are you looking for in that library?” Isaac called up.

  She looked through the glass doors of the library and saw he was still reclining on the corner sofa, laptop glow lighting up his face, TV blaring in the background. It was a wonder his attention span allowed for anything else, especially her, whom he didn’t seem to give a stuff about.

  “Oh, I’m just wondering if I’m in the mood for some more decorating,” she yelled down, but how she would decorate in here, she didn’t know. All the walls were stacked with books and the rest of the available space was used to hang pictures.

  “Come and take a break,” he said, so she immediately obliged.

  She walked down the glass staircase and he moved his laptop to the coffee table but didn’t close the lid, leaving numerous programmes running.

  He shifted onto his side and moved back a bit, patting the available space next to him. Thrilled, she almost lost her grip on her wine glass as she placed it down on the coffee table and just managed to set it down without spilling the bit of wine left in the bottom. She slid onto the sofa next to him and he wrapped his arms around her, kissed her hair and continued watching TV.

  She looked down and yep, her boobs were still massive and still desperate to be touched and sucked. Could she make it any clearer? And lying together like this, he surely had the most epic view down into her cleavage, too?

  “What was the reason why she and Adam split up?” Isaac asked, and Anabel’s eyes widened.

  That he even wanted to talk about this was a big surprise.

  That he was asking now – when she was putting out all the signals she wanted to fuck – was even more shocking and cause for concern.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she settled for.

  “Try me,” he said, with a sarcastic laugh.

  “She said Adam was terrible to her after they found out Susan is barren. Her term, not mine. Barren.”

  Isaac propped his head up and she moved onto her back, looking up at him. She loved the way he looked both incredulous and amused. He was sexy and she loved him. Mostly because he was intelligent, more so than any other man she’d ever known.

  “She said what?” He was half-smiling.

  “Yep, I know. Didn’t believe it either.”

  “He’s such a nice guy, no way,” he said, sounding convinced Susan had lied about that. “I could maybe believe she’s infertile, okay? That I can believe, not because I dislike her enough to want her barren, but because that explains how distant she can sometimes seem… and also, she hasn’t had kids yet and it seems to me like she would if she could, right?”

  “Precisely, my thoughts exactly.”

  “Must have been something else going on,” he muttered, eyebrows furrowed.

  “She also admitted she cheats,” Anabel whispered, and Isaac shook his head.

  “No.” He looked truly shocked at this one.

  “Bold as brass, she came out with it tonight. Said she’d had blokes on the side, all the time she was with Adam. Something about needing things Adam couldn’t give her. Something about polyamory or whatever. And I was like, ‘What… okay, Susan. Yeah, if you say so.’”

  He shook his head a few times. “Told you, never liked her. I think she’s fake. Probably a compulsive liar, if you ask me.”

  “Do you think so?” Her nose wrinkled, but it would certainly have explained a few things.

  “Know so,” he said, “and Adam? Do you think he has any idea?”

  “Probably not, if it’s even true that she cheated. Maybe she told me that to save face. For all we know, he dumped her or he was about to and she left him to save her ego getting bruised. Who knows?”

  Isaac reached out, stroked her hair behind her ear and stared at her mouth. “I wouldn’t ever try to tell you who to hang out with, but I would advise you to steer clear of her as much as possible. Of if you do see her again, take a massive pinch of salt with you when you go.”

  She laughed and her body shuddered, then his eyes were suddenly on her breasts.

  “She just intrigues me,” Anabel murmured, breath caught in her throat. “There are things about her I don’t pretend to understand, but I want to.”

  He began to ease down the strap of her flimsy nightdress and groaned, “She’s a mentalist, let her be. I can think of better things to do than waste time on her.”

  He slid the strap down her arm and tugged on the material of her negligee until her nipple pointed at his mouth. He grinned and surrounded her nipple with his lips, sucking gently to begin with, then harshly, chewing her long, hard nipples.

  “Oh god, Isaac,” she moaned, wriggling beneath him.

  He tugged the other side down and wrapped his hands around her breasts, burying his face between them and jiggling her flesh, smothering himself in her chest.

  He lifted the hem of her silk nightdress next and crawled to the bottom of the sofa, positioning himself between her legs with a big smile on his face.

  “Close the laptop,” she whispered.

  “Why?”

  “Weirdoes might hack you.”

  “Fair enough,” he chuckled, reaching out with his thick arm to send the laptop lid crashing shut. “I adore how hairless you are. When did you do this?”

  “Tonight,” she murmured, “just remembered how lucky I am to have you.”

  “Yes, you are,” he groaned, plunging his tongue between her folds and siphoning off all the luxuries of going down on Anabel.

  This was better than her wildest dreams… having him go down on her again. She lifted her bum off the sofa, yanked the negligee up and off and lay back on the sofa, naked as the day she was born.

  She rubbed her breasts and held them cupped in her hands as he lapped frantically at her clit, bringing her off as she rocked wildly against his tongue – the instant heat and pleasure rushing through her so welcome and so needed. There was no substitution for having a man kiss you between the legs.

  He stood at the side of the sofa, ripped off his t-shirt and pushed down his shorts to release his cock, which was so hard it flicked back and forth, the grin in his eyes telling her he was happy she wore that negligee tonight.

  “Come climb aboard,” he said, sitting on the sofa and patting his lap.

  She sat astride his lap and kissed him, tasting the musky scent of her pussy on his lips, tongue and chin. She dug her hand underneath the back of his hair and clung on, allowing him to line her up with his cock, then wait patiently for her to sink down on him.

  She quivered
as they sank together and she stroked her nose to his, whispering, “I love you.”

  “I love you,” he told her, no lie in his eyes.

  He wrapped his hands around her buttocks and continued to suck her breasts and groan as she rode his hard shaft, so thankful he was thick and had a luxurious crop of pubic hair to match his head, wonderful to gyrate her exposed clit against.

  “I need you,” she groaned, trying to force him to get there quick.

  She was close to coming again and wanted to wait for him to come with her, but that was proving more difficult by the second.

  “Take your time,” he growled, still enjoying her breasts.

  “Fuck,” she moaned, her eyes facing the heavens as she bit her lip, her insides shuddering around him, her vagina releasing a huge amount of cum.

  He bit her lip after she stopped moving and her eyes were still closed when he said, “Dirty woman. Aren’t you?”

  “Yes,” she groaned.

  “Slipping around on my cock and drenching me.”

  “Yes,” she nodded, still unable to move.

  “These fucking massive tits in my face.”

  “Yes, yes,” she goaded.

  “And now you just want to be fucked hard, don’t you?”

  “Really hard,” she asked.

  He moved her off him and onto all fours, not hanging about as he struck her with his cock, filling her so full she had to pant to bear him. He reared back and struck again, harder, and then suddenly he was fucking her so hard – pounding her, unrestrained, his hands holding her in place around her waist, one leg of his bent against the sofa and his other foot on the carpet, giving him leverage. She reached between her legs to finger her clit and one orgasm began to roll into another.

  He fucked her until she saw stars, her buttocks hot from his strikes by the end, his cum inside her gloopy and hot and dripping down her thighs when he was done with her.

  This was what she had been missing… and she wondered why they’d ever stopped at all.

  Isaac was the best lover she’d ever had and the man she loved, plus he was incredibly sexy, handsome and had the most gorgeous body.

  He carried her upstairs though it wasn’t the safest staircase in the world. He placed her in bed and went to the bathroom, used the loo and came back with some tissue, cleaning her up.

  “I missed that,” he said eventually.

  “Me too. I love you.”

  She raised her arms above her head and lay in a languid mess of arms and legs, not caring how she looked. It was even more wonderful to be in bed because their cleaner had been in today and changed the sheets after Anabel ruined the other ones this morning.

  “I know men are meant to want it all the time, but sometimes all I can manage is a quick shuffle in the morning,” he admitted, bursting into nervous laughter.

  She giggled too, her chest shaking. He climbed into bed, took her into his embrace and kissed her shoulder, keeping her warm in his arms.

  “What do you want more?” he asked. “Marriage or babies?”

  She leaned back and looked up into his eyes. “Babies.”

  “Why don’t we start looking for a house, then? I’m done with this, aren’t you?”

  “What do you mean you’re done?” she asked, nervous he was talking candidly for a change.

  “City living. My job. All of it.”

  “Are you sure you’re alright? Am I still talking to my workaholic boyfriend right now?”

  “Come on, Anabel,” he chuckled.

  “We can’t move. I have a business here. You work twelve-hour days.”

  He threw his hands up. “Employ a business manager, be owner in name only.”

  She shook her head. “I love what I do, but I do want kids. I’d gladly scale back, but I won’t give it up.”

  “That works,” he smiled. “Come into the city twice a week or something.”

  “Okay… and what about your career?”

  “Fancy a change,” he said, “might take the money and run. Start something new. Buy up lots of property or something. Run a farm. Just… anything where I’m not so diseased all the time.”

  She stroked his cheek. “Diseased? Isn’t that a bit dramatic?”

  “You know, clogged up with stress, wondering when my brain’s gonna get a break, needing to slow down but I don’t know how. It feels like an endless cycle.”

  She pushed his hair back and turned over to face him, stroking her foot along the back of his calf. “I wish you’d said something sooner. I love you, Isaac. I really do. I want us to be happy. If you wanted, you could even come and work with me and help me expand. It’d be enough to keep us afloat in a more than satisfactory way.”

  He chuckled and pressed his nose to hers. “You mean work for you. I know you love to be the boss.”

  She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer. “Come on, Ike. You know you can’t resist me.”

  He rolled on top of her, kissed her until she was gasping and then they made love like there had never been anything at all wrong. She felt safe and desired and protected as he held her close and kissed her face and neck like he was inhaling life from her.

  They stared into one another’s eyes until the first signs of fatigue were upon them, then she nestled into his arms, pulled the covers over them and began to fall asleep.

  Anabel woke up before him the next morning and was pleasantly surprised to discover she wasn’t in a pool of sweat like normal. In fact, she was much better off today. Isaac still had his arms around her and she was happier than she’d felt in months. She stroked her fingers through the hairs on his arms and he groaned awake, inhaling the scent of her neck as he came around.

  “Aw, baby,” he said, spooning up behind her, his erection pushing between her buttocks.

  Wow, this was a turn up for the books.

  Even the alarm went off but he reached behind himself and slammed his hand down on the button, turning it off.

  He grasped her breasts with one hand and bit her neck gently, murmuring, “Might want to wear a high neck today.”

  He held his other hand between her legs before she spread them, enabling him to rub her clit until she was wet.

  Anabel groaned as he pushed against her opening from behind, sliding in gradually, his breaths at her ear telling her how eager he was. He even went so far as to groan loudly, emphasising how happy he was to be fucking in the morning, though endangering his chances of getting to the office and being set up before 8.30.

  He got tired of fighting the restriction this position imposed and threw her onto her front, lifting her buttocks up slightly and piercing her deeply, the same as last night. He rode her to orgasm and came inside her for the third time in less than twelve hours. It had to be a record, given they’d barely had sex at all throughout the past six months. He slapped her bum and she fell flat on her face.

  “Greedy pussy,” he growled, before walking away to the bathroom without so much as a kiss.

  Anabel caught her breath and clutched the sheet against her as she recovered.

  This was wonderful and all, but she had a sinking feeling there was more to this change of heart of his than she knew.

  She closed her eyes and ran through last night again. He’d walked through the door and didn’t get hard the moment he saw his long-term girlfriend half-naked and ready to screw his balls dry. Over dinner he hadn’t flirted or made dirty eyes or any of that.

  It was only after they’d talked about Susan that he seemed to notice her at all… or was it their chat about maybe moving on to better things that got him randy?

  It was a long day yesterday and yet, he managed to screw her twice last night (bearing in mind one of those screws was incredibly athletic). Even this morning, when his head would usually be in the game for work and nothing else, he’d just ploughed her to another high-pitched, screaming orgasm. None of this made sense.

  Fearing she was becoming delusional, she shut off all her doubts and grinned when he entered the r
oom naked. He used a towel to absorb most of the moisture in his hair, then he did his usual routine, performing sit-ups right by the side of the bed. This time she allowed herself the pleasure of watching him… his muscles tensing, thighs clenched, cock soft but plump from his warm shower… balls sagging with emptiness. Arms deliciously thick… body hair black and making her delirious with joy.

  Then he scampered away to the closet and she watched his bum as he went, firm and round.

  Should she have worried that things didn’t quite seem to add up? Or was this a stroke of luck she was over-analysing way too much?

  She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. When he returned to the room in his boxers, ready to dry his hair off in the bathroom, he stopped by the side of the bed and folded his arms, grinning.

  “Are you going to move today?”

  She was lying in bed, arms above her head – like she could have easily gone another round (very true).

  “Why?” she chuckled.

  He laughed loudly and went into the bathroom to finish off his hair.

  He ran to the closet and picked out his clothes, pulled them on and ran straight out of the room and downstairs. She heard him whistling as he made breakfast and realised, for once, he hadn’t spent time putting on his creams. How strange. Maybe he thought he looked good enough without them today – his post-coital glow making him look younger than his thirty-eight years. Damn, it was about time she locked that down, wasn’t it? He only seemed to get better with age.

  He returned upstairs carrying a tray. He’d even filched a flower from her living-room bouquet and placed it in a glass of water alongside her fruit, yoghurt and coffee. He did know her after all.

  “Wow, I’m a lucky girl,” she said, propping herself up in bed and pulling the sheet up to her armpits. He leaned down, kissed her forehead and grinned.

  “Just gonna brush my teeth and then I’d better get the fuck out of here.”

  She looked at the clock. It was pushing 8.10 and she giggled to herself. It did appear he had no time for immaculate grooming today.

  He emerged from the bathroom buttoning his jacket, perhaps to conceal a mishap, and bellowed, “Don’t take your pill. How about another round tonight?”