Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part thirty-three

SOFIA'S POV

James drives me to a local ice creamery after our business dinner. I order my vanilla cone with sprinkles as usual, and James buys himself a chocolate cone. I eat my cone enthusiastically, licking the swirl of the cone flat.

My husband looks at me and smirks. "What is it?" I ask him.

"You have a little," he pauses to wipe the ice cream off the tip of my nose, "right here."

He licks the ice cream off his finger, causing me to blush. "So Sarah said something interesting tonight," James says casually.

"What did she say?" I ask him.

"She thinks I'm in love with you."

"W-what?" I laugh, completely floored. James? In love with me? If he loved me, he wouldn't be sleeping around with other women. I would be enough for him.

James grins. "That was my reaction too. I'm glad you thought it was ridiculous."

Ouch. That stings. The idea that loving me is a ridiculous thought hurts. But at least James is being honest.

I finish my ice cream cone and dry my hands off with a napkin. James does the same, and then we drive home. Once we're back in the comfort of our bedroom, I change out of my dress. I put on a pair of shorts and a cotton T since I'm still on my period. Then James asks me to read him more Harry Potter before bed. We're still on the first book, since I haven't been reading to him consistently every night.

When I wake up the next morning, James is dressed in a full suit. "Today's your first day of work," I grin, sitting up and stretching in bed.

He smiles at me. "Enjoy your sleep?"

"Mhmm. I'm very happy I don't have to get up when you do."

He laughs. "Can I get a good luck kiss for my first day wifey?"

For some reason, my heart flutters when he calls me that. And the idea of kissing him makes my hands clammy. "Okay, but I need to brush my teeth first."

"I have to get going. Chew some gum instead," he says. "You take forever to brush your teeth."

"I like making sure they're really clean!"

He rolls his eyes. First I chew a piece of mint gum really quick, and then I beckon him closer. I get up so that I'm standing on my knees on the bed, and James ducks his head to kiss me. I'm surprised when he kisses me with tongue, deepening our chaste kiss. My hands drag down his chest just so, and I'm surprised when he groans into my mouth. Heat flushes across my cheeks, and his tongue swipes and takes my gum.

He pulls away, my gum in his mouth. I catch him wink at me. "I'll keep this for good luck," he says, chewing. "I like mint."

I blush, smacking him with a pillow while he laughs boyishly at me. "Go away," I tell him. He only laughs harder, walking out of the room. I'm left sitting up with a racing heart, trying to understand what he makes me feel.

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JAMES' POV

I can't help but walk into the office with a smirk on my face. I'm still chewing Sofia's gum, and it feels like I've carried a piece of her with me to work.

"Hi Mr. Parker, I'm your personal assistant Mara."

"Please, call me James," I tell her. My eyes flit up her small frame. She's so thin that the dress she's wearing hangs off her frame loosely. Still, she has that sexy librarian thing going on with her glasses and messy bun.

"Okay, uh, James. You have a meeting with England in twenty. And Mr. Henderson would like a word with you."

The day goes by faster than I anticipate. I'm busy with meetings and reports until five, and then I have some catch up work to get done that I don't finish until seven. Mara stays with me the whole time, bringing me food at lunch and dinner time. It isn't until seven thirty, when I receive a call from Sofia, that I realize how late it really is to be at the office.

"Are you coming home any time soon?"

I check the clock, deciding that I would probably have more fun tonight if I put off the rest of my work until tomorrow. I surprise myself by realizing that I want to see Sofia more than I want to work.

"I was planning on leaving now actually."

"Do you want to eat dinner together James?" She asks. Her voice is soft and melodious. Hearing her say my name does something I can't understand to my body.

"I actually just had dinner with Mara."

"Oh."

The tone of her voice makes me want to swear. I should've waited to eat dinner at home with her.

"Who's Mara?" She asks.

"My personal assistant," I say dismissively.

"Um okay, I'll just go ahead and eat then," she says.

Shit. Was she waiting for me to come home to eat? Now I feel like a dick.

"We can go out for ice cream," I offer.

"Really?" I hear the excitement creep up in her voice, and it brings a smile to my face.

"Yes, really."

"Okay, we can go out for dessert when you get home then."

After I say goodbye to Mara, I head back to my parents house. On the way there, I think about how our apartment will be finished next week, and Sofia and I will be able to live together alone. Something about that spikes my heart rate.

"I'm home,"  I call out into the house.

"How was work?" My mom asks, stepping into the foyer. "You look so official in your suit."

"It was—"

My voice fades when I see Sofia walking behind mom. She's wearing a baby blue corset top, and it's shoved her breasts so high that the swells of them jiggle when she moves. She's wearing light denim jeans, high waisted but short enough that I can see a strip of skin before the band of her jeans.

"James?"

My eyes snap back to mom. "Uh, good. It was good," I say dumbly.

Sofia smiles at me. "Ready?"

"Where are you two going?" Mom asks.

"Just for some ice cream," she says.

"Have fun," mom says.

"We will."

Sofia and I take an Uber out to the creamery, and I almost punch the driver's lights out for staring at Sofia's tits. She seems completely oblivious to everyone's eyes on her as she walks into the shop. I wrap my arms around her possessively.

"What are you thinking?" I ask her.

"Vanilla with sprinkles," she says cheerfully.

I laugh, kissing her cheek. "Of course. I should've known."

I keep my lips pressed against her shoulder while she orders, making it clear that she's mine. From this angle, I can look down the front of her chest, and fuck me, her tits are huge.

We end up walking outside and eating together, chatting about our days. Sofia tells me that she spent her time reading and shopping with my mom. "Your mom tried to get me to talk about our sex life," she even says, causing me to temporarily choke on ice cream.

"She what?"

"Yeah, she really wants grandbabies."

Fucking hell, mom is going to be the death of me.

"I'll tell her to back off," I say.

"Okay," Sofia says easily, making me wonder what she thinks about kids. Would she have them with me if she could? Did she even want to be a mom? She probably doesn't if she agreed to having my mom back off so easily.

Still, I can't help imagine what our kids could look like. They would have dark hair just like me and her. Maybe a girl with brown eyes, the spitting image of her mother. I wouldn't mind having another Sofia in the world.