The Perfect Husband's Secret novel Chapter 87

Chapter 68 

He begins to moan, and the slapping of our skin echoes through the room. 

I glance at the door; did he lock it? 

If a child walks in right now, they will be scarred for life, hell, who am I kidding…I will be 

anyway. 

No sex is this good. 

We fall into a rhythm, his deep punishing hits welcomed by the softness of my body. 

“Vee,” he whispers as he looks down at me. 

I smile softly up at him and take his face in my hands. I half sit up so I can kiss him. 

Him being inside of me isn’t enough, I need to be closer. 

He falls still as we kiss; his eyes are closed, completely lost in the moment. My orgasm is sq close that I can feel it, and I clench around him, he moans in pleasure. 

A thrill runs through me and I do it again, he grips me tighter. 

He’s close. 

“Fuck me,” I breathe. “Just fuck me. Give me everything.” 

He slams into me, knocking the air from my lungs. We both cry out as he comes deep inside 

of me. 

Hearts pounding, breathless and totally overcome, we kiss tenderly, holding each other through the heavenly high. 

Time seemingly stands still. 

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Eventually, he falls onto the mattress beside me and pulls me close, Still kissing me over and over again. His tongue tenderly worshiping me, his body weeping out of mine, his 

accid cock resting against my open thigh. 

There’s a beautiful tenderness swimming between us, something that I’ve never felt from 

him before. 

Dreams do come true,” he whispers in the darkness. “I’m never letting you go, Vee.” He kisses me again and then falls onto his back, totally spent. 

The ceiling blurs as I stare up at it through tears. 

What have I done? 

I jump as I wake…did I dream… I glance over to see Gabriel fast asleep flat on his back and I close my eyes in horror. 

Oh no…fuck. 

His regulated breathing tells me he’s still in a deep sleep. I slowly climb out of bed, and as I swing my legs, I get a sharp sting between my legs. 

Oww…I’m sore, the man’s an animal. 

I throw on my robe and sneak out of the room. I hold my breath as I ever so quietly close the door behind me. I don’t want him to wake yet, I need to get myself together before I have to face him. 

I rush down the hall and catch sight of the mirror, my hair is all over the place 

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and my face is flushed. I look thoroughly we and my face is flushed. I look thoroughly well and truly fucked; I am, on all counts, so that’s…fitting. 

Ugh… 

I rush down the stairs and flick the coffee machine on, then pace back and forth while I wait. 

This is a disaster. 

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The colossal fuckup of all fuckups. 

He broke me so hard that it took years to recover and one sniff of his manhood and I turned into a stray cat on heat. 

The machine pings, and I get a vision of us last night. 

Damn…that was some good sex. 

Stop it! 

Imake my coffee and go out to sit by the lake. I immediately call Deb. 

“You slept with him, didn’t you?” she answers. 

“How do you know?” 

“Why else would you be ringing me at seven a.m.?” “This is a fucking disaster,” I whisper. 

“Well…your girlie likes him.” 

“My girlie’s a ho.” 

“Obviously.” 

“God.” I drag my hand through my hair in disgust at myself. 

“So…” 

“So what?” 

“How was it?” 

“It was porn sex.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Stupidly good.” 

“Hmm.” She thinks for a moment. “It might work out.” 

It’s not going to work out, Deb,” I whisper angrily. “I don’t even want it to work out. Yes, he’s 

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hot, but he’s a controlling, poseer hungry asshole who is going to break my heart, and that’s afer he’s stripped every piece of confidence I ever had from me. 

“You don’t know that. 

Yes. I do.” 

“Mom,” calls a voice from the back door. I turn to see Dom standing by the hack stairs, his hair all messed up, and he’s in his striped pajamas. 

“Got to go.” 

“What are you going to do?” Deb asks. 

“Take my death is sounding good.” I hang up and walk to Dominic and take him in my arms. “Good morning, my special little guy.” He holds me close for an extended time. 

My favorite thing in the world is the morning hugs that my children both give me, it’s as if they haven’t seen me for a year. 

Lucia walks out sleepily; she’s carrying her teddy and is all crumpled and sleepy. I bend and hug her next. “Where’s Dad?” she asks casually. 

My world spins on its axis. 

Dad. 

Suddenly, I feel overemotional. I’m going to screw this up for them. This is going to go between us and he’s going to leave them and it’s going to be all my fault. 

“He’s still sleeping.” 

“Can we watch cartoons?” Dom asks. 

“Sure.” 

“Can we have Pop–Tarts for breakfast?” I’m having tequila. 

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“Why not?” 

They settle in on the couch and begin to watch their shows as I try to come up with a 

crisis–management plan. 

Okay…I think long and hard as I stand at the sink, looking out the window over the lake. 

What now? 

This doesn’t feel right. I don’t feel elated or on a high or even remotely excited. 

All I can sense is dread. A weighted heavy blanket of oncoming doom. 

“Good morning.” I hear Gabriel’s smooth voice from behind me. 

“Hello,” Lucia calls.