Chapter 27

Alex

"Do you want me to try sucking your cock again?" Sophie asked, reaching eagerly for Alex's flaccid dick. This had never happened before.

Never.

He batted her hand away and rolled off the bed. "Just leave it, Soph." Grabbing his boxers, he pulled them on, avoiding her gaze.

"Oh, come on, Alex," she said, rolling onto her front in what he imagined she thought was an alluring way. "It's no big deal. It happens to plenty of guys."

"It doesn't happen to me," he growled. "And, by the way, that's what we tell women to stop them whining about how unattractive we find them." He ignored the look of hurt on her face and left the room, intent on getting himself another stiff drink.

Damn Erica for moving on so quickly.

She caused his little problem. He couldn't get the image of her and Marcus out of his mind.

That kiss.

The way she swooned.

Were they still together now? It was a torturous thought that had him balling his fists in rage.

Whether it was sheer arrogance or simple naivety, he just didn't think she'd be with someone else after him. Well, actually, he didn't think he'd get caught full stop. Damn Sophie for being so careless.

He sighed as he poured himself a Scotch. Why had he asked Sophie to come over? He knew what kind of message he'd sent her, and now he feared he was stuck with her. But then, better Sophie than being alone, he supposed.

Especially on Christmas Day .

She was going to be his one ally during what he imagined was going to be a rough few months. He should probably be nicer to her.

But she'd fucked his marriage, so fuck her.

Had she just deleted the messages like he'd asked her to, they wouldn't be in this mess right now. He never should have trusted her to do it herself. He should have insisted on having access to her phone every evening before the end of the working day.

"Aren't you coming back to bed?"

Closing his eyes, he counted to ten before he turned to Sophie. She leaned against the doorway, wearing nothing but his shirt. He should be on his knees, begging this beautiful woman to stay with him. Especially as she had already broken up with him once.

Instead, he wanted nothing more than for her to leave.

"Why are you still here, Sophie?" He asked, grabbing a cigarette. He offered her one out of courtesy, lighting them both. Staring at the embers, he sighed. He and Erica had quit in the first year of their marriage. And now here he was, smoking once again.

"What do you mean? You invited me over here."

"Yes, but why are you still here?" He took a long drag, blowing the smoke in her direction. "I'm being a prick to you. Deliberately. My dick doesn't work, and we're clearly not having sex. So why are you here?"

"Oh," she took a step towards him, tucking her hair behind her ear and stubbing out her untouched cigarette. "Well, I enjoy your company outside of sex, so I don't care that we're not fucking. I know you don't like that, but it's true."

He rolled his eyes as she approached him. She moved her hands over his chest and linked them around his shoulders. "And I know today has been rough, and you're not in the best of moods. But what kind of woman would I be if I abandoned you in your time of need?"

His eyes flickered to hers as she looked up at him, no trace of anything other than complete sincerity in her gaze. She meant every word she said, and God help him, her words resonated with him .

After eight years of perfect marriage, Erica had served him divorce papers. After his first mistake. No loyalty, no second chances. And yet, here was this beautiful, sweet woman. She wanted to fight with and for him. She just didn't want to give up on him.

Had he misjudged her that much?

He pulled away from her, discarding the cigarette that had burned down to his fingers. "Do you want a drink?" He asked, his tone softer now, less confrontational.

He'd already drunk too much, which is why he called her, and then invited her over. It was probably why he was being nice to her now.

He couldn't stand her still, and yet he didn't want to admit how much the thought of being alone sent a shiver down his spine.

"Scotch would be great." She moved to sit on the sofa, stretching her long legs out over the cushions. "Why don't you come and sit in front of me, and I can give you a massage? See if we can't relieve your stress another way, hm?"

Now, when was the last time Erica had offered him a massage? Throughout the entirety of their relationship, he couldn't recall one time. Maybe that's why Sophie became a temptation. Because deep down, he knew Erica wasn't doing enough.

"That sounds great, babe," he said, bringing her glass over. He grabbed a couple of cushions from the sofa and set himself up in front of her. "And a massage sounds incredible, thank you."

She kissed his back between his shoulder blades. Then she worked her fingers into the tense knots on his shoulders. Closing his eyes, he let his mind wander, indulging in the moment. He imagined this was a normal evening, and not the night his world imploded. He and Sophie were together, and life was good.

They spent their evenings just like this. A few drinks while they lounged together half-naked. She'd rub his shoulders, soothe all his aches. And then they'd retire to the bed where they'd fuck until they were a sweaty hot mess. Hell, sometimes, they wouldn't even make it to the bedroom !

He could imagine that working out, imagine a life with Sophie. He could influence her easily, and she understood his lifestyle. If he threw money at her, she'd stay quiet, happy to be the beautiful woman on his arm.

He wouldn't have to indulge her hobbies or make nice with her family. She'd do as he asked and she'd do it with a smile.

Was it what he planned for his life? No. Erica was his happily ever after, or so he thought. But Erica was busy with a lesser man. Sophie was here, comforting him after he'd been such an asshole to her.

Who the fuck cared about Erica at this point?

You do, a nasty voice reminded him.

Well, that may be true, but what good was it doing him? He could wallow in self-pity, he could be angry at Erica for defiling their marriage.

Or he could be grateful for who was right in front of him, promising to work through their problems. He groaned in relief as she worked her magic on a stubborn ache, just enjoying the moment with her.

"Does that feel good?" She whispered in his ear, her voice low and sultry. He nodded once, keeping his eyes firmly shut and focusing on the feel of her fingers. His heart leapt at the sudden touch of her tongue, teasing around the lobe of his ear. Shivers raced down his spine as his groin tightened and his cock stirred.

Well, this was promising.

"Do you want to try again?" Sophie asked, moving her fingers down his spine. He did. And he didn't. If he was honest with himself, he was enjoying this moment here and now. Surprisingly, even to himself, it sounded more appealing to continue with the massage than to get laid.

"Soon," he promised. "But you're doing such a good job—"

"Say no more, baby." Kissing across his shoulders and nipping across his neck, her fingers continued their journey down his spine, easing all the aches and tensions he hadn't realised were there.

This was what was missing with Erica. Moments where she sat with him like this, ready to serve. Sure, she took care of him, as any dutiful wife should. But she'd rather sit with her fucking crochet than put his needs above hers the way Sophie was doing now.

It was an incredible feeling.

One that made his cock swell with need.

"Get in my lap, Sophie," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. Sophie moved swiftly, straddling his waist and biting her lip as she felt his hard-on pressed against her intimately. "Keep going."

"Yes sir," she replied. This time, her fingers moved across his chest, teasing through the hair there. Her eyes met his, mischief dancing in her beautiful blues. This was a dangerous game he was playing with her, and he knew that. Sophie was, to put it bluntly, fucking bonkers. He knew it the first time they fucked. She'd tried so hard to leave her mark on him, to make sure he took part of her home with him.

After that first time, her texts came flying in fast and thick. What was he doing? Where was he? Did he want to do it again and was he thinking about her? He should have called it off then and there, but that level of interest in him was intoxicating. He wanted her to want him with that level of ferocity but on his terms.

But if his marriage truly was over, (and after that kiss, it certainly seemed to be), then why shouldn't he indulge in Sophie's crazy side? Why couldn't he unleash her and let her love him the way she wanted to? If they were gonna go for it, he had to see how bad she could get.

"Take my boxers off Sophie, then get back in my lap."

He was excited now, his cock hard and ready. His earlier mishap was long forgotten as Sophie followed his instructions without question. He lifted his hips to help her as she tugged down the clothing in the way of what she wanted. She stared hungrily at his dick before moving back into his lap, just as she was told to.

"Keep your eyes on mine, Sophie, and put me inside you." She reached between them, grabbing his hard length and guiding him to her entrance. Her eyes never left his as she lowered herself onto him, biting her lip and groaning his name. "Good girl, Sophie." He moved his hands through her hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging on it sharply. "Now fuck me."

"Sir?" She arched an eyebrow, rocking her hips just barely. It thrilled him to see her so eager to please. To make sure she understood every one of his demands.

"For tonight, and tonight only, you are in charge." He tugged her hair again. "You can fuck the way you want to fuck. We can do whatever you want to do. I won't stop you. I won't take over."

Excitement danced in Sophie's eyes as his words dawned on her, wetter than he had ever felt her. He was excited too, his stomach clenched in anticipation. He could already sense where this was going, he could almost taste the tension.

Licking his lips, he challenged her one more time.

"It's time to show me what you've got."

He was in for a wild night.