Seth

It was my worst nightmare coming alive before my eyes. Eliza’s brother was making a move on Katya. Why wouldn't he? She was young, attractive, witty, and fertile. My only consolation was Katya knocked him back. I couldn't have hungry dogs sniffing around my wife. I tried her number again as I grabbed my keys and ran out of the house, unaware of whether the door was locked. If I got burglarised, so be it.

The apartment wasn't far, and it was time to implement my last-ditch entrapment plan. There were only a few weeks left until her six-week summer break was over. As I drove into autopilot, the panic subsided when I focused on the end result. We would have a baby. An offspring that we would love and nurture together, an unbreakable bond that no one could penetrate. It was time for my sperm to swim for their lives because Kat’s egg should be ripe and ready.

I was calm and composed by the time I reached Katya’s apartment. She had tried calling me back, but it was best to speak to her face to face. When Grant opened the door, I put my hand on his chest and pushed him out of my way.

“You try hitting on my wife again, and they won't find your body,” I whispered to him with a smile as Katya walked towards us.

I couldn't bring myself to look at him in case I began to choke him to death. Katya would wonder how I knew about him hitting on her. Everything always came back to my wife.

“Oh, this is a nice surprise. Is that why you were calling me?” my gullible innocent wife said as she reached me.

“I missed you, baby. Working from home only exacerbates matters,” I said before I wrapped my arms around her and dipped her down to kiss her.

She held my arm and put her other hand around my neck as I kissed her with everything I had in me. The rage from jealousy, passion from my deep love, and the need from my self-imposed celibacy. Her soft lips were like a drop of water in the desert. Grant was the last person on my mind as I felt her soften, but her muffled moan against my mouth made me harder than ever.

When her eyes opened, they were soft, and I could feel our connection. It wasn't lust alone this time. She looked at me the way she used to, with love and affection. We both ignored Grant, clearing his throat before I heard him scuttle away like a cockroach.

“I need to show you something in the bedroom,” I said, watching her eyes widen before scrutinising me.

“You do?” she asked sceptically.

I rolled my eyes and lifted her upright before dragging her towards the bedroom. I’d watched her go to town on the vibrator I bought her when she was down, horny or just wanted a good night's sleep. I could get her to come home with me if I played this right.

She had cleared the clothes that were on her bed, and my lips pursed together from the memory of Grant trying to hit on my wife. She wouldn't think of him in this room by the time I was done with her.

“I called Lizzie and told her not to cancel the divorce paperwork,” she said when I shut the door behind us.

“You did?” I asked, pausing before I tugged my T-shirt over my head.

Her eyes wandered over my naked flesh, and she slowly nodded. For all my scheming, I was proud of her for not allowing anyone to rush her decision. I leaned forward and pulled her navy top off. She put her hands on my chest and spread her fingers over my flesh.

I was weak and couldn't take my eyes off her pink nipples poking through the white lace of her bra. Her hands slid upwards until I felt her fingers in my hair, and she pushed her breasts against me. My arms automatically wrapped around her waist as I gazed into the dark blue pools that beaconed her desire.

“It’s driven me crazy not to have you at home with me. No matter what I did, I couldn't stop worrying,” I murmured.

“I noticed, , and I know what you’ve been up to,” she said with a smile. “Our parents turning up, discovering that my phone had malware on it and you aren’t very good at stalking.”

My heart dropped to my stomach from the fear that I’d fucked up all the progress we’d made. I wondered if she knew about the camera.

“It all made sense how you always knew where to be or what buttons to push. Watching you dance on the edge of madness was interesting. How did you know about Grant?” she asked as she reached for my waistband.

“You're not angry?” I asked, utterly confused, as she unbuttoned my jeans.

“I watched my careful, logical, law-abiding husband halt his life to try and win me back,” she said before she unzipped my jeans.

Her hand slid into my underwear and rubbed my dick. When her fingers reached my balls, I groaned and reached for her leggings.

“How did you know that Grant was in my room?” she asked again.

“I have a camera in your room,” I groaned, wondering how she always had me by the balls.

I winced when her grip tightened around my balls. “Kat, we need those if you want children,” I said, staring into her eyes.

“Let’s make a sex tape and go home, ,” she said softly, but her grip loosened enough for my children to be safe from a hostage situation. “I’ve written up some terms that you can go through later.”

“Why would you tempt me to read a written contract right now?” I groaned.

“Because I have my own ways to torture you,” she said with a smile.

I carefully extracted her hand from my balls. She had a few surprises waiting for her at home.

“Do you swear to me that you will come home for good?” I asked hesitantly because it was a sudden decision on her part.

I knew we had an amazing night at The Kensington, but I never wanted to go through this situation again. I needed her back on a permanent basis.

Wait. Did she say make a sex tape?