Forbidden Fruit: Volume 1 (47 page)

“Oh Angelina, I love how you’re always so ready to go again. You have the most beautiful body. You should be a model,” he told me as he pressed his lips to my neck.

Brushing his fingers over my sex, he felt how wet I was while I continued to moan, making sure he knew how much I enjoyed it. “I…” I swallowed quickly before answering, “I’ve tried modeling. It’s not for me.”

His fingers stopped and lingered on my thigh. Then he squeezed my flesh, not harshly, but just enough to make me inhale quickly. “Really? When did you model? What type of work did you do?” His questions rushed out with slight agitation.

My heart was beating so fast, wanting more of that fabulous pressure on me from his fingers. The anticipation was about to kill me and I nudged my hip toward him, hoping to maneuver his hand to slide to where I really wanted them.

He chuckled, as if it were funny to torture me like this. “Answer my questions, Angelina. When did you model and what type of work?”

“Mmm, some…umm, some artistic photos. Parts of my body.” I rolled toward him, grazing my lips along his neck, begging him with my mouth to give me more with his magical fingers. They had stopped as soon as I answered him. His hand gripped my hip, squeezing firmly so that my eyes flicked to his, which were glazed with slight anger.

Concerned, I asked, “What? Is there something wrong?” The pictures seemed very innocent as I tried to recall the ones I had seen. Jacques enjoyed taking photos of me, especially after making love. His photos were always artistic and beautiful. He had a way of capturing my femininity in low lighting and just the skim of a body part.

Gordon jolted, anxiety written all over his face. “Well, your background check didn’t mention that. You didn’t document that on your résumé.”

I giggled as I placed my hand on his taut stomach. My fingers outlined each of his muscles, as I let the tips of my fingers trail down to where that beautiful V led me. “Well, that’s not exactly something you list when you’re trying to become an Au Pair.”

I pressed my lips to his chest as my hand slid further down to cup his balls. I couldn’t resist wanting more from him as I felt them tighten under my light grip. Feeling the power of commanding his body, I swung my leg over his hips, straddling him. I ran my hands up and down his chest admiring every inch of him. It’s so rare to find a man his age with such an amazing physique. His body was lean like a swimmer, but as muscular as a boxer. He gripped my fingers tightly, making my head snap up to his, questioning him with my eyes. His expression softened when he noticed my concerned gaze.

“It’s just that, well, with Lauren’s political career, we need to be aware of these things. What kind of photos? What body parts?”

I swallowed as I realized how concerned he was about this and digested what he just said to me. I slumped slightly as I carefully asked, “Lauren’s career? I thought you didn’t care about that. I thought you said you were going to leave her after she’s re-elected.”

“Well, I will, but if something like this gets uncovered during the campaign, it could affect her in the polls. What kind of photos?”

I pulled my brows together, both in anger and confusion. If Lauren weren’t re-elected, would he not leave her for me? “Angelina,” he prompted me to answer, pulling me out of the questions going through my head.

“Umm, it was just parts of my body. My leg. My stomach.”
My breasts.
But I didn’t mention that as I tried to remember if any included my face. I was positive when I looked through the photos with Jacques, there weren’t any.

Jacques was the reason why I left France to become an Au Pair in England before being hired by the Winchesters. I began to wonder if Gordon would wind up being the same as Jacques and not leave his wife either. I had promised myself I would never get involved with a married man again, but Gordon convinced me he truly does love me.

I flicked my eyes back to Gordon’s, remembering quickly what our conversation was about. In an attempt to relieve his fears, I cupped his cheek. “Why do you worry about something like this? It was just body parts.”

He paused, staring deep into my eyes. “You’re sure of this?”

I nodded, knowing I wasn’t totally lying. I was pretty sure, but I wasn’t about to make him more concerned than he already seemed. I tried not to think of Jacques as I turned my attention back to the man in front of me.

A beeping sound snapped me out of my thoughts and all of a sudden Gordon shoved me off the bed and I landed onto the floor with a thud. The cold hardwood hurt my bare ass as I tried to process why he would do that. I was just about to yell at him when I heard Lauren’s voice echo throughout the bedroom. Naked, I rolled my body under the huge four-poster bed, hopefully concealed from her eyes.

“Baby, I didn’t think you’d have time to call tonight,” Gordon’s voice sounded slightly panicked and I could hear him straightening the covers. I hadn’t heard the door open and realized quickly she must have called through the video conference on their TV.
Mon Dieu
. If she had called just a few minutes earlier she would have seen my naked body draped over her husband. I shivered at that thought, not to mention coupled with hearing her voice and the cold surface beneath me.

“I didn’t think I would either. Did you have time to work on those projects for me?” Lauren asked with that sternness in her voice that has people scampering to her orders, including me.

“Yes, I worked on that and then spoke with Felicia about your campaign. I think we should go at it from a different angle.” I wanted to laugh at the “different angle” he might be thinking about.

“I can’t believe you keep going behind my back to speak with Felicia about this. Time and time again we’ve discussed this.” I started to tune out their discussion, knowing full well they were just going to end in an argument. They never saw eye-to-eye on the campaign or how to handle it. I knew that Gordon really wanted her to be re-elected so that he could finally divorce her and be with me.

Jacques used to say the same thing,
a voice in my head reprimanded.
It’s not the same;
I keep trying to tell myself. Nothing about this relationship is the same, I thought as I reminisced when I first started having romantic feelings for Gordon. It was innocent enough. He happened upon Mitchell and me at the playground. Watching him play with Mitchell and being the caring father the boy needs was so endearing.

After weeks of conversations with Gordon, I found out that he left his job to help Lauren with her campaign. Once she was elected, she turned on him. She constantly tells him he’s not much of a man and cuts him down. I’ve never personally heard any of it, but seeing the way she treats others, I can only imagine what she must say to him when I’m not around.

Our affair began after weeks of small flirtations with each other. It wasn’t long before our attraction grew to something more heated. The intense connection we have with each other has continued for the past three months. I never intended to be the other woman, but his persuasions that he would leave Lauren put my mind at ease. Somewhat, at least.

“I love you too, Gordon and I can’t wait until we travel together next week. We’ll have to make sure we take time out for each other like we used to. I miss our time together,” Lauren’s words flowed sweetly and snapped my thoughts back to their conversation. I had never heard her use that sort of tone before and it churned my stomach that she used it with Gordon. I rolled my eyes as I stared at the underside of the mattress.

“Baby, I can’t wait for us to be together again either. I love you so much,” Gordon told her. Bile rose in my throat and anger flooded me. I hit the underside of the bed with all my force. I doubt he even felt it, but at least it helped with my fury.
Encule.
Tears threatened as I replayed him telling her he loved her. He told me they never say it to each other anymore and that their marriage has become nothing more than a business partnership. Hearing this was completely the opposite of what he’s told me.

I thought the phone clicked and I was just about to pop out from under the bed, when Lauren asked, “Oh, why is the bed so messy?” I held my breath unsure if Gordon could give an answer, but was surprised when he easily told her, “Mitchell was in here playing before bedtime. You should have seen how cute he was. He was pretending he was on a trampoline!” He told her with a chuckle.

I heard Lauren laugh and say, “I’m surprised Angelina let him do that before bed. She always tries to make sure everything is calm so that he gets to sleep easier.”

“Oh, I let Angelina have some time to herself and put Mitchell to bed myself this time,” Gordon told her as I rolled my eyes at his lie.

“You are
the
best father a woman could ever hope for, sweetie. I love you so much.” My stomach churned and my lips quivered from the anger and the hurt I felt.

“I love you too, sweetie. Sleep well and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Seething and almost in tears, I lay there waiting to hear the beep that would end the call. I wanted to hit him I was so mad. I heard a beep and hoped the call finally ended. Gordon got off the bed and moved around. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but I didn’t want to get up yet if there was a possibility the call was still ongoing.

Staring at the underside of the bed, I let out a frustrated sigh before turning my head to see his toes wiggling. His long lean legs squatted before me, his cock now dangling between his crouched position, before finally, his strong arm laid on the ground. Lastly, I was staring into his deep brown eyes, laden with concern.

“You were under the bed the whole time? I thought you went into the bathroom at least,” he told me. My ass slid across the cold wood as his gentle hand helped pull me out and scooped me into his arms. The warmth of his lips on my forehead made me inhale and sigh deeply. This was where I felt most comfortable. This was where I felt like I belonged – until he spoke again and I remembered why I was so angry and under the bed in the first place.

“Baby, I’m so sorry about that. I never would have had you come in here tonight if I thought she would call,” he huffed out and seemed to be equally as frustrated with the interruption as I was.

“That’s why I keep telling you we need to use one of the guest rooms,” I pouted, melting into his warm arms as he lifted me onto the bed. My eyes flicked to the TV making sure Lauren wasn’t staring back at me. A large grey towel now adorned the screen on their cherry wood dresser.

He leaned over me and kissed my ear lobe gently as his hand gripped my hip. His hot breath on my ear and his amazing hands on my body sent a huge surge of need through me. My nipples tightened and my breath hitched, knowing he desired me again so soon. A quick move of his body pinned me to the bed as I felt his hard cock grow in length between my thighs. “I told you before, the maid would question why that room was being used and tell Lauren,” he whispered as his hard shaft slowly rubbed my pussy, already slick and waiting for him.

I turned my head and moaned as my lips grazed against his throat and over his jaw line. His slight stubble rubbed against my lips as I darted my tongue out to taste him. My teeth tugged on his skin to give him a small nip, still feeling slightly angry about hearing him speak with her that way.
That way.
With his wife. Why wouldn’t he speak with her that way? I pushed against his chest as I pinned my eyes to his gaze, angry with him for the words I had heard him say to her.

“You told her you love her. You told me you didn’t feel that way about her anymore,” I lashed out, trying to sit up and get away from him. He quickly grabbed both of my hips to steady me.

“No, I tell her these things to keep it quiet until after the re-election, my French girl,” he fiercely whispered. My eyes flicked back and forth between his eyes and his mouth. His tongue darted out to lick his lips and at that moment they came crashing down on mine. Uncontrollably, I opened mine, hating him at the same time as loving him passionately. He’s told me time and time again, how much he loves me and only me, but hearing him say it to another woman, regardless if it was his wife, hurt.

I pulled away from his ardent kiss and slumped slightly. “This isn’t right, Gordon. I keep telling you we should just put
this
on hold until you divorce Lauren,” I feebly protested as he continued to lay kisses along my neck. His hand glided over my bare breast as a mewl escaped my throat. My mind kept telling me that nothing about this affair was right, but my body just yearned for every touch I could get from him.

“You…” he whispered as his lips roughly grazed my throat. “You are all I want, Angelina. I’ll have you again and again and still crave more of you. I can’t get my fill of you.” He lay on top of me and slid his length along my sex. He gave me a dirty smile as he felt how wet I was for him already. I didn’t want to be ready for him already, but my body never listened to my mind. I pouted as he chuckled and kissed me hard. His tongue slid into my mouth, soft, but with intent need. As angry as I was, I still longed for him. I wanted his desire and to know that he loved me. I wanted him to fuck the memory of him telling his wife that he loved her out of my thoughts.

Telling his wife that he loves her. His wife.
Oh mon Dieu, what am I doing? He has a wife. My thoughts were finally catching up as I felt his greedy hands groping and touching me. I pushed him away angrily so that I could sit up and try to gather my thoughts. Gordon reached over attempting to grab me, so I quickly stood up. He told her that he loved her. The same way he just pledged his love to me.