I had two years. Two years of having Adelaide all to myself. I was a selfish man, and if that was all I had, I would enjoy every single moment.
“You’re still here?” she asked.
“Sit,” I said. “A vegan cinnamon bun and a coffee.”
“You’re amazing.” She pulled out her chair, took a chunk of the bun, and shoved it in her mouth. She chewed for a few seconds before she moaned. The sound was deep and went straight to my cock. Next she had a sip of her coffee.
“I’ve gone to Heaven.”
Good for her, because I was in Hell.
She licked her lips, lifted the cinnamon bun to her mouth, and then her gaze was back on me. “Is everything okay?”
“As you can see, I’ve got your cell phone, your laptop, and your credit card in front of me.”
“You had these with you the whole time?” Adelaide asked.
“Today you’ve earned the chance to leave this penthouse. I will take you wherever you want to go.”
“Wait? You’re coming with me?” she asked.
I nod.
“How can that be freedom?”
“It’s nonnegotiable.” It was either me or one of my men and I didn’t appreciate anyone else being near my wife.
She put the bun down. “You knew this even before the kiss. You changed the rules.”
“I was the one who kissed you last night. I’m being nice to you. The least you can do is not be a brat.”
“Oh, my … you think I’m being a brat.”
“You will not be leaving this penthouse alone. I’ll be by your side.”
“Ugh, you know what? Fine.” She slammed her coffee down on the table and marched away, only she didn’t go far. I watched her ass that was far too covered in the shorts she wore. She stopped and turned back toward me, and this time her hands went to my face. I grabbed her wrists, but she slammed her lips down on mine, and I held her there, enjoying the soft feel of her mouth on mine.
To test how far she was willing to go, I stick my tongue out and trace across her lip, waiting for her to either tell me to leave her alone, or jerk back. She did neither, and kissed me a little harder. Running my thumb across the pulse at her inner palm, I waited to see what she was going to do, but it wasn’t long before she jerked back. “I earned that!” She went for the cell phone, but I picked it up before she could. “What are you doing?”
“You’ll get this when I find out why you want it so bad.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes.”
“It’s my cell phone. I had a whole life before I was married to you. I had friends,” she said.
“Get rid of them.”
“No!”
I pocketed her cell phone. “I suggest you go and get dressed before my good mood disappears.”
“You’re an asshole.”
I smiled to which she glared. Her hand turned into a fist, and I expected her to hit me, but instead she rounded on her heel and marched away. Her ass was a temptation. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it, to explore her beautiful body. I’d have Adelaide come apart within seconds if she gave me the chance.
My dick ached. I wanted her so badly. So, so bad.
I craved her.
Hungered for her.
Was desperate for her.
But, I controlled myself, and waited. Adelaide wasn’t ready for me.
I expected her to take a long time, but she surprised me again by being ready within a matter of ten minutes. Her long brown locks were pinned atop her head in a messy bun. She wore a shirt that had seen better days, looked heavily washed, and torn jeans.
This made Adelaide different from other women. No one else would have allowed me to see her looking anything but perfect. Adelaide had no makeup and no jewelry other than the garish wedding ring that was a statement to the world and to her family. She wore clothes that didn’t even have a designer label. She looked perfect to me-the complete opposite of the women I normally went for.
“Ready?” she asked.
“You’re sure you want to go out like that?”
“Yep.”
“Okay.” I wondered if she would take me shopping and force me to sit through hours of her trying on new clothes. She had an entire closet I’d chosen for her. This had to be one of her old outfits that she’d brought along with her. Her parents had gotten rid of most of her stuff, but it would seem Adelaide knew what to do.