ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1) (61 page)

Chapter 7

I had to keep reminding myself that Lucy was married and that this wasn't a date. I knew she was too honorable a woman to ever cheat on her wife. I liked to think that I had the same values and would never fool around with a married woman, but I feared that I wouldn't have been able to resist Lucy if she really tried to seduce me. I picked out a few outfits, most of which had plunging necklines but I ended up avoiding them, convincing myself that it was just a dinner with a friend and I didn't have to do worry about dressing up. I ended up wearing a skirt and a black top, and made my way to the restaurant.

I arrived there before Lucy but I gave her name and the waitress showed me to the table. It was a nice place and I was surprised at how romantic the ambiance was. String music played in the background and the lights were dimmed. Red candles stood on the table, drops of wax slowly falling along the sides, the orange flame dancing around the black wick. I stared at it, entranced, until the door opened. Somehow I knew it was her even before I looked up.

“Wow,” I gasped as I saw her. She was wearing a long red dress that clung to her curves. Two thin straps reached over her shoulders and ran down, the dress barely held her voluptuous figure. When she walked the end of her dress swayed, offering a brief glimpse of her leg. She commanded attention and she commanded me. I rose as she approached and she giggled a little as she took my arms and kissed me on either cheek. I almost fainted as I felt the warmth of her skin against mine, and I felt extremely under-dressed.

“You look lovely,” she said politely.

“Thank you, but I wish I had known what you were going to be wearing. I would have made more of an effort!”

“Nonsense, you look great, and I only threw this one because sometimes you need to remind yourself that life can be beautiful.”

I was about to ask her why she needed reminding of that when she snapped her fingers and a waiter came to our table. She ordered some wine and a wicked look came across her face.

“Let's live a little tonight, shall we?” she asked, raising her eyebrow. I could do nothing but follow her lead. The wine wasn't long in coming. Lucy tasted it and said that it was fine, and then we both had glasses in front of us. We ordered our meals, then Lucy leaned forward and spoke in a low tone.

“Tell me Cecilia, what's been going on in your life. It feels like a long time since we've had a good gossip session. Have you had any romantic escapades recently?”

“None at all,” I sighed. I wanted to tell her that I couldn't have any because I was desperately in love with her but my lips were locked and I dared not speak the truths that were lurking within my heart.

“That's a shame...you should take advantage of your youth while you can. Before you know it you'll be old, like me, and the good life will be just a memory.”

“You're hardly old Lucy, and you look better than most girls my age.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said, raising her glass to me and taking a long gulp of the dark red wine. How I wished that that sentiment was true though, and it took all of my willpower to refrain from pouring out all of my long-festering frustration.

“I appreciate the sentiment,” she said, setting her glass on the table and welcoming the food that was being placed in front of us. “But I fear that my best years are behind me. It's a funny thing, life. When I was your age, I thought that I was invincible. I could have done anything and gone anywhere, and believe me I did a lot of things that I probably shouldn't have. And then I got a little older and I met a good woman who I knew would take care of me, and I settled down and thought that my life would be a steady stream of contentment. I didn't even need anything wild because I had enough of that when I was younger. But then things change when you least expect them and you look around and wonder what you life has become...what you've become, and whether you've lost yourself somewhere along the way.”

She looked sad, and my heart went out to her. I didn't know why she had chosen me as the one to share that dinner with her but I wanted to be the one to make her feel better.

“Lucy, there's obviously something going on with you today. I've never seen you like this before. I've tried to respect you and let you deal with it in your own way but you obviously asked me here for a reason so you might as well tell me what's playing on your mind.”

Lucy took another long sip of wine and then leaned forward on her elbows. Her dark hair fell around her face, making it look as though she was wearing a hood, whilst the candlelight flickered in front of her, casting an orange hue over her countenance. Then she said the words that utterly stunned me.

“I had a very long conversation with Wendy last night and she wants to divorce me.”

Chapter 8

The words echoed around me. They were said in such a simple way that Lucy may as well have been telling me about the weather, but held within them matters of such importance that they hung in the air. I had no idea how to react but the choice of words were important as well.
She wants to divorce me
. Wendy was the one initiating it. Was she mad? She was married to the most wonderful, gracious woman in the entire world and she wanted to throw that away? It sickened me. There I was, willing to do anything to spend even one night with Lucy, and Wendy was just going to give up the most precious treasure in the world.

“I'm...sorry,” I eventually said, but it felt like a lie.

“Thank you. I just...I suppose it's been coming for a long time really but it's still a shock and I'm not quite sure how to deal with it.”

“What happened, I mean, why is she trying to divorce you?”

“Oh there are a lot of things, and I think part of it is the fact that after six years you start getting a little bored with each other. I thought we'd be able to deal with that though but she says I've changed over the years. She's at a stage now where she wants to reclaim her youth and go out partying. We were different beasts, you see, I had lived through all that and she was attracted to me because it was a part of the world that she had never experienced. I think she thought that by marrying me she would have an entry into that way of life but I was ready to retire from partying, and for a long time the stories were able to sustain her but as we got older she wanted to do it for herself before it was too late and all I wanted to do was spend the evenings relaxing. But I don't want to lay the blame at her feet. I know I haven't been the best wife. Work takes up a lot of time and I know that I've been marking books when I should have made time for her, and she started to feel like she was a second priority in my life. I tried to tell her that wasn't the case but she wouldn't have it.”

“Are you going to try and fix things?”

“I'm not sure there is any way to fix things like this. That's probably part of the problem too. I don't know, I always thought that when you got married things would be easy. I mean, I know that relationships take work and you have to  keep fighting for things but it's gotten to a point where we're getting on each others' nerves more and more, and it's like being together is a chore. Does that make me sound like a bitch?”

I was about to answer but she didn't give me a chance.

“Anyway, I just think that if you love someone then you should want to make the effort to keep the relationship going, and we just don't have that, so maybe we don't love each other.  That's probably the simplest explanation.”

“It sounds horrible though, I hate to think that you're going through that,” I said, and found myself reaching across the table to her hand. Our fingers linked together and I squeezed it tightly. My heart raced as our skin touched. I raised my eyes to look at her and found her looking back at me. My throat tightened and there was surely no doubt that there was something between us, but I dared not speak for fear of ruining the moment.

I wished that it could last forever but that was impossible, and it was left to Lucy to shatter the silence. As she spoke she pulled her hand away, and I was filled with a stark feeling of emptiness inside, as if I had lost something completely vital to my existence.

“Anyway, I'm sure you don't want to hear an old woman moaning about her love problems. Tell me something I don't know about you,” she asked. I thought about telling her that I loved her but I hadn't drunk enough wine for that, although I was sorely tempted and the words were ready to fly from my lips. Instead, I told her about my dreams of becoming a writer. Even though we had spent much time together I had never revealed that part of myself to her, and she squealed with delight when I told her. It felt good to talk about it again and we laughed as I recounted the letters of rejection I had received. She expressed sympathy and stroked my arm lightly, letting it linger there far longer than it should have. I didn't know whether I was more intoxicated by her or the wine but something was playing havoc with my senses and in that moment, when we were sitting opposite each other, I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything else before.

When she asked if she could read my manuscript I initially refused, but she pressed and I quickly found myself relenting.

Chapter 9

“So this is my place,” I said as we stumbled in, a little tipsy from the wine we had drunk, although by that point it was beginning to wear off.

“I can't believe I've never been here before,” she said, and looked around with wide eyes, examining every room. I took a moment just looking at her. The moonlight came in as shafts through the window, and when she stepped into them it was like the heavens were shining an angelic beam on her. I walked up to her and led her up to my bedroom, which was where I kept my manuscripts.

“Excuse the mess,” I said as we went into my room. I made a quick effort to tidy things up but she told me not to worry, and perched herself on the edge of the bed. I couldn't actually believe that she was in my room and I had to pinch myself to make sure that I wasn't dreaming.

I went into the closet and pulled out my novel, then handed it to her. She began to turn over the pages and I cringed with embarrassment.

“This is good!” she said, and I was surprised. I settled down beside her and remained sitting there in silence until she had finished the first chapter.

“Well I don't know what those people were on about. This is really good, do you mind if I take this back with me when I go? I'd love to see how it ends.”

“Oh she just-” I began, and was silenced by Lucy's finger on my lips.

“Don't tell me, I want to see for myself,” she said, and I smiled sheepishly. She walked over to put the manuscript by the door, and I was afraid she was going to leave. But to my relief, she turned back and rejoined me on the bed.

The mattress groaned under our weight and when she turned to face me I became lost in her eyes and her scent. I wondered if she could tell that my heart was beating for her and only for her, and I had no idea what would happen next but it felt like anything could happen, and I was determined to let it.

She reached up and pushed back a few errant strands of hair. I leaned my face into her hands and closed my eyes, enjoying the comfort, enjoying my dreams coming true. When I opened my eyes her face was mere inches from mine and I gazed into her soulful eyes, totally in awe of her beauty.

“There was another reason why there was tension in my marriage,” she said. “Wendy was jealous of you.”

“Of me? But we never...”

“No, we didn't, but she knew that I...that you were my type, and she knew that you had a crush on me.”

“She did?” I said, my voice faltering, because if Wendy knew then evidently Lucy knew too, and I was just glad that the light was dim because I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I looked away in shame.

“Yes, but it's okay...it's a good thing,” she said, and then tilted my head up so that our eyes met again. Before I knew it her lips were upon mine and she had stolen a kiss from me. I looked in shock as she pulled back, and then hungrily leaned forward again. I had enjoyed one taste and my hunger was fierce. I pressed my lips against hers firmly and our arms wrapped around each other. Our curves melted together just as they had done in my fantasies and my mind was already in a daze as I thought about everything that awaited us. I felt all around her body, my hands squeezing her hips and the breath rushing through my mouth as I felt the places that had always been denied to me.

We fell back on the bed and our hair fell about the sheets, her black mixing with my gold. Our hands were entwined and we uttered no words as our mouths were too busy kissing. I felt her tugging at my top and soon I was topless before her, she moved down my body and kissed my breasts, looking up at me as she did so. My hands were around her head, holding her, bracing myself against the pleasure that was coursing through my body. Her hands explored further down and reached beneath my skirt, scratching my inner thigh as she teased me, getting ever so close to the burning wetness and then pulling away at the last minute, making me moan with crazed anguish. 

My pussy twitched in anticipation of her touch but I had to wait a while longer as she moved back up to kiss me again, her hair fell all around me, enveloping me in a world of Lucy, and I was completely hers. She straddled me and leaned over me, cupping my head in her hands as she kissed me passionately. My own hands reached up and slipped off those thin straps. My eyes passed the mole as I watched the dress slip away from her curves, and I buried myself in her bosom, kissing on her nipples, feeling them harden against my lips.

She moaned my name and I felt like I was in heaven. I looked up at her with utter happiness and surrender in my eyes, and in that moment she knew that I was hers. We kissed deeply again as she moved around behind me. Her hands massaged my breasts as she kissed and bit my lip and whispered in my ear, telling me how many times she had thought about me in the long recent months of frustration, how I was the only way she had been able to get herself off. It was music to my ears but I could barely hear her over the sound of my mind cracking. Her long fingers slid down the middle of my body as I pressed myself against her, feeling the comfort of her breasts behind me, her legs parting to keep me in position as she reached down and pushed her hand below my skirt, finding my pussy with no trouble at all.

I gasped and my body convulsed as she found me, and then just as in my fantasy her fingers were inside me. My arms reached up to hold her and I craned my neck back, searching for her lips with my own so that I could kiss her.  Her soft skin felt so good against my own, although we were burning together, and I wouldn't have been surprised had the bed exploded into flames.

My hands fell down to grip her thighs and I felt her wince as I dug my nails into her, trying to brace myself against the powerful sensations that were occurring within me, that she was creating, and as I shuddered against her I reached down with my own hand and found her sweet warmth, and when I heard her moan with satisfaction I considered my life to have been complete. Our heads twisted and we kissed fervently as we brought each other closer and closer to that dangerous burst of electric energy.

Through the orgasmic haze I glanced down at her hand as her fingers disappeared inside me and noticed that she had already removed her wedding ring. I smiled and leaned back against her, enjoying the way we throbbed together, feeling the rise and fall of our chests and the reverberations of our hearts and then the silent screams as we gripped each other tightly during climax.

THE END

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