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Harker closed his computer. It was late. Time to go face the wrath that was Alison. He still hadn’t decided if he should seduce her or wait. They both had merits. He walked down the hallway toward his house.
He loved the slow art of seduction—the seemingly accidental touches of his hand and body against hers, the covert looks that lasted only long enough for her to notice, the double entendres and dance of words. It was mental foreplay that could last for hours and lead to mind-blowing sex.
However, while he wasn’t a fan of abstinence, this time waiting might be worth it. Alison would hold out, fighting her desire, until she was creaming her panties when he looked in her direction. That would mean when they finally did fuck, it’d be rough, hard and desperate.
The question was how long would he have to wait? If he seduced her, he’d have sex tonight. That was a big plus. He wasn’t in the mood to wait days. He needed to gauge exactly how angry she was—one day mad or one week mad. He’d be willing to wait a day or two for a night of hard, selfish fucking but a week? No way.
He walked into his house. Alison wasn't in the living room. He headed toward the bedroom, the faint hint of perfume making his balls tighten. Maybe she wasn’t angry at all anymore.
He stepped into the doorway and his dick about punched a hole through his pants. Alison wore a slinky black dress that he'd never seen, and he knew that for sure because he’d remember that dress on his deathbed.
She had one foot on the bed, pulling sheer black stockings up her long, shapely leg. She glanced at him as she put her foot down and slid it into a sexy, black high-heeled shoe before putting her other foot on the bed.
His eyes roamed over her. The dress looked like a slip and it hugged her ass and scooped down at the front. If she bent, he’d be able to see her breasts. If this was any other day, he’d tell her to bend because he really wanted to see her tits. Instead, he said, “I hadn't expected this but I’m definitely not disappointed.” He leaned against the doorframe to stop himself from charging into the room and throwing her on the bed. “You look amazing. I don't think I'll be able to make it through dinner without tearing your clothes off with my teeth.”
“I'm sure you'll make it through dinner and longer.” She put her leg down, slipping on her other shoe before walking into the bathroom.
He followed as if on a leash, stopping in the doorway. His dick grew another inch as she picked up a tube of lipstick and opened her mouth wide before sliding that phallic shaped gloss all over her lips.
That was it. His control snapped. “Fuck dinner. We’re not even going to make it out of the bathroom.” He took a step, ready to grab her, drop her sexy ass on the sink and slide into her so deep she screamed.
She spun toward him. “Don’t touch me. You lost that right.”
“Oh. I get it.” He hated this game, but he’d play, and he’d win. “You’re going to get all dressed up in clothes that scream please fuck me but not let me touch you until I change the contract.” He leaned against the wall, to make sure he didn’t reach for her. “Well my dear, it’s not going to work. I’m more stubborn than you are, and I’ll win this game.”
“I’m not playing a game.” She dropped the lipstick in her purse. “You’re not touching me until I know for sure I’m not pregnant.”
“Are you pregnant?” Excitement raced through him. “Do you need to sit? Are you hungry?” He wanted to hug her, hold her, protect her.
“I don’t know, but I could be. Until I do know or you change that contract, we aren’t having sex.”
He wasn’t one to be threatened. “If you break the contract, you lose everything.” He stalked toward her. “Your job. Your program. Everything.”
“I have no intention of breaking the contract.”
“And how do you expect to get pregnant if we don’t have sex?”
“I may be pregnant.”
“Possibly.” He moved closer. His eyes darted to her throat where her pulse beat erratically. He’d trained her well. She may hate him right now, but her body wanted his. “But if not, you will have to have sex with me.”
“Yes, after my period we’ll have sex.” Her body swayed toward him.
He fought a grin. She was so close if she took a deep breath her tits would rub against his chest.
“Once. And then a month later, once again, until I am pregnant.”
“Once a month?” That was not happening. He needed sex a lot more than that and even though he could fuck someone else he didn’t want to. Right now, he was too fascinated by her.
“Yes. Once is all it takes. Don’t worry. I checked with my lawyer to make sure it wouldn’t violate the contract.”
“You should hire a better lawyer. The contract clearly states that you can’t refuse to have sex with me.” He smiled softly. “I should stop being so lenient about that clause.”
“It does state that but there is no reason for me to engage in relations with you once I’m pregnant.”
“You don’t know that you’re pregnant.” A cold chill ran down his spine. He’d helped to engineer enough loopholes in contracts to recognize one when he heard it.
“And I don’t know that I’m not.” She touched her breasts, squeezing. “These are a bit tender. It could be because I’m expecting, or it could be my period is on its way.” She shrugged. “We won’t know until I either have my period or don’t.”
She was right. He was going to have a word with his lawyer about this oversight. “Okay. Think of it this way, the more often we fuck the sooner you can be done with me.”
“Trust me, that is appealing but I don’t think I could stand to let you touch me more than once a month. I despise cheaters.”
“I’m not cheating.” He almost shouted and then took a deep breath. “And I have no intention of fucking anyone but you.”
“Then change the contract.” Her jaw jutted out stubbornly, but he was the king of stubborn.
“You should trust me.”
“I did until I realized you screwed me in the contract.”
“I didn’t screw you. I had no idea what sex would be like between us. I’d hoped it’d be good, but I wasn’t condemning myself to shitty sex for months.”
“But you had no problem condemning me to shitty sex.”
“You can’t have sex with anyone else. It’s the only way I’ll know the baby is mine. Don’t say I can have a DNA test done because I’m well aware of that, but I’d have to wait months. Your monogamy was the only way.”
“And the only way we’re going to have sex more than once a month is if you revise the contract.”
“I’m not doing that.”
“Then enjoy sex once a month.”
“I think you’ve forgotten that I can have sex as often as I like.” He took her hand in his. “While you, my dear, can only have it once a month.” His thumb traced across her skin. “Do you think you can handle that? You like sex almost as much as I do.”
“Almost?”
“Yes.” His gaze met hers and the sharp glint in her eyes almost made his balls tuck back into his body, but he kept going. He could talk her out of being mad at him; he’d done it before. “If you liked it as much as me, we’d be fucking right now, not talking.” He put her hand on his dick which was hard and ready to go.
“You’re right.” She squeezed his cock.
“That’s what I like to hear.” He rested his hand on her ass, pulling her closer.
“I may not like sex as much as you, but I do like orgasms.”
“I know. Let’s go have a few. We’ll see if we can beat our record.”
“No.” She stepped back, and he swore his dick grew trying to reach her hand. “I don’t need you for those.”
He wasn’t giving up yet. “Masturbatory orgasms are never as good as the ones I can give you.”
“Who’s talking about masturbation?” She left the bathroom and walked into the living room.
“You are.” He followed her, a little tornado forming in his gut. She was up to something. “You can’t fuck anyone but me.”
“Who said anything about fucking?” She headed toward the door.
“Where are you going?”
“To find a man to give me an orgasm.” She ran her hands over her breast. “I have to admit I’m extremely horny right now.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” That little tornado was now a hurricane.
“There’s nothing in the contract about oral.” She smiled and then pursed her lips. “Or anal but I’m not sure I’ll have an orgasm from that.” She pulled her keys from her purse. “It doesn’t matter. I can decide if I want to do anal at any time.”
“No. Those are considered sex and that means the only person you can do them with is me.” He slapped his chest like a pissed off gorilla, and it wasn’t too far from the way he felt.
“You’re wrong. The contract specifically talks about intercourse. Vaginal sex.”
“It doesn’t specify. It states that you can’t have sex with anyone but me. Period.”
“But only as it pertains to me getting pregnant. Sex that could result in pregnancy is the only kind I have to have with you. Don't worry.” She smiled. “I double checked with my lawyer.” She took a step toward him. “Just think. All those blow jobs you love, you’re going to have to get them from someone else because these lips”—she ran her finger over her mouth, letting it slip inside where his dick wanted to be—“are never going to wrap around your cock again but they are going to find some other dick to suck. Don't worry. I’ll make sure that there’s no vaginal penetration by a penis, but tongue and fingers are a different story.” She smiled, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Have a nice evening.”
“No.” It was the only word that his brain could form. “No,” he repeated.
“Yes.” She walked toward the door. “I’m used to at least one orgasm a night and I have no intention of going back to being celibate. You’ve taught me so much.” She reached for the doorknob.
Harker didn’t think. His mind filled with images of Alison on her knees, surrounded by men. Pricks all around her and he exploded across the room, his shoulder hitting the door and knocking her to the side.
“Move.” She grabbed the door handle.
“No way in hell.” He pressed his back against the door.
“I’m serious. Get out of my way.”
“No,” he growled.
“You know, this is kidnapping.”
“Call the cops. I'll explain to them how my wife wants to go out and suck some strange guy’s dick and not one of them will blame me for not letting you leave.”
“You are such an asshole.” She turned and started for the bedroom and then stopped, heading toward the business part of the mansion.
“Work as late as you want, Alison, but remember you sleep with me tonight. We agreed to that.”
“Go to hell, Harker.”
“As I told you before, I have an express pass since marrying you.”