Thomas looked away as Gina walking into the bedroom. The sight of her in that pale silk dress that he love made his cock throb and his heart ache.
It was his favorite one because of how it dropped down between her breasts and clung to her hips. It was like water flowing on her skin.
She knew what it did to him and it killed him that she wore it now.
Anger, fear, pain, and naked lust. Thomas didn’t know how to feel. He sat on the edge of the bed and watched his wife get dressed to got out with friends.
“When will you be back?” He heard the frustration he couldn’t hide
Gina paused in putting her earrings in, glancing at him in through the mirror of her vanity. Her hazel eyes sparkled with a hint of mirth, like his confusion amused her. He was sure it probably did. God, she was cruel.
They’d always done this dance. Gina loved her freedom, he’d known it when they’d met. Thomas didn’t want to restrict her, didn’t want to hold her back.
It was the thought of other people’s hands on her body that set his teeth on edge. No one else should know how the color of her nipples deepens when she’s aroused or the way her breath hitches just before she comes. Only he should own those moments.
He grit his teeth, cock hard and mind frustrated. Lustful and fucking afraid.
“Thomas.”
Gina called him out of his tangled emotions. He focused back on her, surprised to find her attention wholly on him.
“No matter what time I get home, I’m all yours. Didn’t I promise you that from the start?”
It was that focus that had won him over all those years ago. It worked now.
