"All they needed was some convincing. I'm finalizing the documents for the dissolution of the partnership. I know you might find it hard to forgive me, but I don't want us to grow apart over this. No one is worth it. So please tell me that you want me back home too, Kat. And maybe this is a little too fast, but I don't care, I wanna be with you tonight. It's been so long. Let me hold you tonight."
Katherine sighed. Oh, the man really knew how to get to her, with his words, his touch, his kisses. Everything. “Jensen,” she began again, and promptly shut up when it came out more as a plaintive wail than a protest.
“I’ll send a car for you, Katherine." he said." You are my wife. But I want this to be special, kinda like a first date like you said. I’ll have my driver pick you up from work, or if you prefer, you can drive your car to the house and I’ll have him pick you up there. Tim can take care of the house for one night and Deanie can stay at your mom's.”
Why wasn’t she immediately shutting him down? Why wasn't she telling him that in no uncertain terms would she agree to that. But boy did that sound so inviting. And she couldn't deny that she wanted that too.
She chewed absently at the food, not registering the taste or even what she ate.
Her throat was as dry as the desert and her tongue was swollen and clumsy.
“You act as though it’s a crime for us to be together,” he said in an oddly tender voice. "I know things have been rough between us, but I really want to let it go and move forward. Come on, Kat"
If it had been coaxing or wheedling, she could have been cold to him. But she could swear he was reassuring her and attempting to allay her fears.
She licked her lips and raised her gaze to meet his. Awareness hit her square in the chest. In his eyes she saw undulating bodies. Hers and his. In perfect rhythm. So beautiful and so pleasurable that she closed her eyes to further immerse herself in the memory.
“Say yes,” he said. His voice stroked her as surely as his fingers always did. A prickle of goose bumps spread rapidly over her shoulders and down her chest until her nipples tightened into two painful knots.
“Kat,” he prompted.
Finally she opened her eyes and fixed him with her unfocused gaze.
“Yes,” she whispered.
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Promptly at a quarter to five, Katherine headed down the elevator—fifteen minutes before quitting time so she’d miss the majority of her staff. For some reason she felt naughty and she didn't know why. Jensen was her husband. It wasn't like she was doing anything wrong, and he was doing a really good job of making this look like a first date.
The house wasn’t far, and usually she’d enjoy driving her car with the top down—it really was a sassy, smooth handling dream machine—but today she was just impatient to be home, and the traffic was driving her mad.
When she reached the house, she saw one of the cars out front and the driver standing on the curb beside it. With a groan, she slowed to a stop on the street and rolled down her window.
“I’ll only be a moment,” she called.
The driver smiled, tipped his hat and said, “No hurry, Mrs Packard. Take your time.” he said.
She maneuvered into her parking spot and dashed inside, ready to do battle. Hopping on one foot as she stepped out of her clothing, she went over to her drawer to find the most sinful set of lingerie she owned. She settled on pink. What was more feminine or soft looking than pink?
Unsure of whether she’d return to the house before going to work the next day—and she did like to be prepared for anything—she threw an outfit into an overnight bag along with her toiletries and a lavender bra and panties. She felt like she was going to see her boyfriend and not her husband.
She did a quick check of her messages and then she called Tim and told him that she wouldn't be coming home, reminded him to come home early from Oliver's and look after the house, then she called her mom and asked that Deanie stayed with her for the night, which Delia agreed to.
Then she made sure everything was fine with work and none of her staff would be calling her. Tonight was hers. She needed no reminders from the business world. If she was going to indulge in this fantasy, she was going whole hog.
She locked up and hurried out the door to the street where the driver waited. He ushered her into the backseat and they drove away into traffic.
It amused her how exciting she found the whole experience. She could be a mistress at the beck and call of her über-wealthy benefactor, discreetly bundled into a private car and rushed to meet him at an undisclosed location.