Lonely Bride

SARAH’S POV

“Yeah, of course it has. I even read the 50 Shades of Gray series.” Again, my mind is completely in my mail.

“Oh, yeah? So, what do you like the most? Do you like BDSM? I heard again.

“No, I guess, or let us say, I am not sure I might like it. It depends,” I said casually.

“So, you like vanilla?” I see this guy can jump from here to there. I’m sure he must have been a monkey in his past life. I shake my head, thinking.

“I like butterscotch,” I said.

“Oh, what is that? I did not know something like that even existed.” He spoke with full interest.

I looked up a little, gave him a duh look, and again looked down, and he was looking at me. His neck was a little out from his body towards my side to hear properly my answer, and he was looking like a kid who was waiting for his mommy to buy candy for him. Lol. Mad man.

“You do not know what butterscotch is?” I asked. I mean, who knows? These billionaires have many things to eat. For them, something like butterscotch exists in the world and could be taboo. So, I will not be surprised if he does not know.

“No, I do not,” he said, shaking his head in no.

I again looked down and replied to my email and said, “It is ice cream flavor, just like vanilla.”

“What? Come again?” He spoke as if he did not hear me out.

“It is an ice cream flavor,” I repeat in a boring tone.

“So, you were talking about ice creams till now? He asked, shocked and surprised.

I looked up and thought, Is he crazy or what? I was talking. Well, I thought we were both talking.

“What were you talking about?” This man is an idiot, my gosh.

“At least not ice cream,” he said, turning and sitting back.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

If not ice cream, then what was he talking about?

“Then what were you talking about? I asked, knitting my eyebrows.

“Romance, some adult romance, but I guess you are not grown up enough to understand that.” He spoke, getting a little irritated.

Romance? Vanilla? Oh, sh*t, he was talking vanilla, that vanilla… Shit shit shit…

Blood rushed to my cheeks, and I must be looking like strawberry ice cream right now.

Fuck man, fuck about vanilla, and fuck about strawberry.

Now I need to change the topic.

“We were talking about Sam, not vanilla or BDSM,” I said, leaning into my chair.

“Oh, so now you know what vanilla is? Thank God, I thought I had to teach that also to my little wife.” He spoke, smirking, and I got goosebumps on my body.

I never talk about these topics with anyone. And this man is talking so shamelessly.

“We were talking about Sam,” I repeated again.

“Right, we were, and my dear wife, you are disturbing their vanilla, or it may be BDSM.” He spoke a little, teasingly.

My eyes go wide. Hearing this, OMG, did I disturb her? Or was she doing that? But with whom? Nathan? NA NA, they cannot do that. Moreover, I have read the books. Either you shout or maybe moan. This was nothing like it.

No, she was not doing that,” I argue. I know my friend. She will not cheat on Nathan. I know she likes him. And they both will not do this.

“And what made you think she was not?” He argues back.

“I could make out her voice.” I shot back.

“So, you could make out from her voice that she is not making out?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Well, I know how you feel when you make out,” I said confidently.

“Really?” He challenged me. I mean, it looks like it, I guess.

Yup.” I press P.

“Do you mind giving me some demos?” He asked innocently, but I know he is anything but innocent.

“What? no way,” saying I got up.

But he was not in the mood to let me go. He held my hand, and in one jerk, I was on his lap and my lips were on my neck.

My breath hitch from his sudden attack, and I held his shirt tightly to balance myself before I fell, but he held me from my back, and his one hand went to my hair. He started sucking at my weak point, and I just started losing. No one had touched it. Not here, not anywhere. My breast, which was anything but small, was pressing against his chest.

Sarah POV

I tilted my neck a little to give him more access. I do not know why, but it made me smile. The ticklish feeling in my stomach is so good.

His manly cologne was just mesmerizing me more and more.

So that is how it feels to be in a man’s arm?

That is what Sam used to talk about.

My hand automatically went to his hair, and my fingers started roaming in his hair.

Closing my eyes, I just want to enjoy this moment.

He came up a little and started kissing my jawline.

He took my whole chin in his mouth and started sucking like a lollipop.

Ahaaa.” I do not know how, but some different voices started coming from my mouth.

Holding his face, I curled my shoulder a little, not knowing how to control this feeling.

He kissed the corner of my lips, to my dismay.

I want him to kiss me. Kiss me properly. I want to know how it feels to be kissed by someone.

So, I turned my head a little in his direction, giving him full access to my lips, and finally, he captured me.

The moment our lips touched, I jerked up due to the current I felt in my body, but he did not let me go. He held me still; his one hand went to my waist, and the other held me from my neck, taking full charge of the kiss.

Well, I want to kiss him too, but I do not know how to. However, I move my lips a little with him, and he groans in pleasure. Maybe?

But that gives me some confidence, so holding his face in my palm, I match the rhythm with him.

And dude, it feels so good. I was feeling high.

If kissing someone feels like this, then I will kiss them every day.

Why did I not do this before? I curse in my mind, but right now I do not want to leave his lips.

We broke the kiss to breathe, but he attacked my neck again.

“Ahaa!” I moan shamelessly. Yes, those voices are moaning. I am moaning in pleasure right now.

But what to do? I do not know how to control these emotions.

Our steamy session broke off the ring of my phone.

We both cursed at the same time.

I in my head and he out loud.

He detached himself a little and looked at me, and at the same time, I did not want to face him right now. So, I acted like I was looking at my phone, ignoring him completely, like it was not a big deal.

Dude, how much I enjoyed it, but at the end of the day, it is embarrassing.

In such a big world, was he the only one you got Sarah to kiss? Demit… I curse myself in my mind.

“Do you want to answer your call, or do you want to continue what we started?” Sean spoke, smirking.

Cocky much, hah? I thought.

God, please open this ground and swallow me.

I answer my call rather than answering him.

“Sarah, are you alright?” Nathan spoke in a concerned voice.

“Ya, ya, ya, why would I not?” I closed my eyes in shame, cursing my stuttering.

“You do not sound like it,” he asked, unconvinced.

My chest is still heaving up and down because of my fast heartbeat. Unknowingly, I hold Sean’s shoulder and close my eyes to control the whirlpool inside me.

I felt Sean’s palm on my back, as if he were trying to soothe me. His palm was rhyming up and down, and it was working.

I lay my body on him more and put my head on his shoulder.

Closing my eyes, I ask, “Where were you when I called?”

Sean’s hands were working on my back, giving me a feeling I had never felt before.

“I was with Sam,” he stuttered, and I smiled. First, I know he cannot lie, so that means he was with Sam.

But again, what he was doing, he did not want to tell me. That means Sean was right. They were indeed doing some funny stuff.

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