Illicit

Chapter Forty Eight- The Wife

"Does she know you're married?" Naomi asked as she moved from Logan's side and gathered her clothes from the edge of the bed and floor. He nodded before checking the time on his phone then placing it on the bedside table. "yet she approves of me?"

"My mother doesn't believe in a normal good-marriage."

"I thought her morals were like Eiffel high..."

"They are...but she knows my heart doesn't lie with my wife." Naomi groaned.

"I hate that term."

"It doesn't feel good to say without you attached." He teased as he kissed her back as she was placing her shirt on but she moved from him. "I feel..." She began to speak but instead rubbed her face in attempts to calm as he moved from the bed in only his boxers.

"What sweetheart?"

"I miss you calling me that."

"I miss saying it-" he placed his hands on her hips and moved to kiss her but she pulled away.

"What?" He asked with an aggravated sigh.

"You still are bound to someone else!" She calmed her emotions before he moved towards her.

"You didn't seem to mind when I was making you scream an hour ago."

"That's not fair..."

"Really? You are gonna claim the "fair" card. Well let's review. I pour my heart out to you and beg you to choose me and you don't. Then you show up and seduce me technically and I'm the bad guy-"

"You are the one who is married-'

"And you know I don't love her. Not like you."

"Stop saying it like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you do care about her."

He moved his gaze to the ground.

"You do..."

"Look- He went to grab her but she broke free.

"What are we doing then? What in the world, what in the hell and I doing here? I am damn sure not gonna stand here and being screwed by you."

"That's good, I prefer you on the bed." She glared.

"We're done." She grabbed her coat before he rushed to her and moved her against the closet, on the opposite side of the bed.

"No.'

"Yes!"

"No." He said it again, this time with his hand on her hip. Her breathing increased as he moved further up, to the buttons of her shirt before exposing her bra once more. "I am married. I do have a wife but I do not love anybody but you."

"THen why are you married?"

"Because I wasn't gonna wait around. Marriage isn't always about finding the one but maybe the one that makes you happy. Because you...you drive me insane." He kissed her neck as she brought her hand to his chest, wanting to push him away but craving his kiss and deep touch. "You make me stay up at night and wonder of ways I can convince you back into my bed." He unbuckled her belt and threw it behind him as she gasped. "You make my heart break when hearing a song that talks about love or losing it or even happiness." He unbuckled her jeans as they fell to the ground with a gentle pull before he took her hands into his. "And I keep thinking about each time I got to have you and all the things I never got to do. The things that keep me up at night. The dreams that turn into nightmares because I wake up to someone who isn't you." Her gaze met with his. "I made vows with someone and danced with someone and ate f*****g cake with someone who I didn't love, I married someone who I wished was you."

"I-"

"I'm not done."

She kept her mouth shut as he turned her hard against the closet, setting her hands on the wall above her head and trailing his fingers from her neck to her chest, then her stomach, and between her legs as she bent her neck back and he produced his hot breath on her exposed skin. She groaned at his touch as he grinned.

"I keep thinking if I would have been more assertive. If I would have not asked so much and just done it. If I would have made you not able to walk or think of any other man...If I got on my knees and tasted you." She moaned before gripping his wrist as he continued torturing her by not allowing her satisfaction. "I continue to torture myself-"

"Please..." She begged in a low tone as she tried to conceal her moaning.

"What was that?"

"Please...st-stop torturing me." She asked out of breath. He suddenly shot his fingers quick making her cry out.

"Don't tell me what to do." He slid his hand underneath her shirt before grasping at her chest and kneading her soft skin, now roused from his touch. "Get on the bed." He said hard into her ear as she refused. "Get. On. The. Bed." Suddenly her hand reached around to him and grabbed him as he turned her enough so she unzipped his pants and went onto her knees. She spun on the ball of her toe as his back was against the closet. She ran her fingers up his legs and pulled down what separated her from pleasing him. And with one small inhale, she began. He groaned for a moment before running his fingers through her hair, as she moved perfectly with how he wanted. He clenched his toes as he found it impossible to stay quiet, groaning with each movement.

A knock suddenly came on the door as she ceased.

"No." He said as she looked to him with a smirk. She then continued as he made his hand into a fist and hit the closet behind him as he groaned. The knock came again, now more quick and with more velocity. She slowed and he pulled her up to his level, pulling down her shirt as it revealed her chest. She then noted how his muscles appeared larger than remembered-more prominent; more definition. He tore it down before lifting her leg and placing himself between her thighs, making her smirk and groan at the same time.

"I. Need. You." He said out of breath as he had one hand holding her in place and the other on the closet behind her.

The knock came again. This time, accompanied by a voice. "It's your wife."

They stopped dead in motion as she regathered her clothes once again and moved towards the bathroom, in attempts to hide, but he pulled her close. "She thinks I'm here to buy a building for a new shoot. If I'm alone it's more suspicious."

"I smell like sex and am dripping with sweat...it will look bad if I'm here."

He quickly shot back. "Then pull yourself together and act as if you are freshening up or something. Just please."

"Fine." She glared before he went and answered the door, allowing the woman to come in. When Naomi heard the woman's voice her heart broke. A sweet honey-dipped voice and when she emerged from the bathroom, she saw she had nothing on this woman. The "wife" was a brunette bombshell with wolf eyes and flawless, pore-free skin, and no more than five percent body fat.

"I'm Nadine." She said as she extended her hand.

"Naomi." She said as she shot a worried gaze to Logan who ran his fingers through his hair. Naomi's gaze shot around the room and she saw how he had fixed the bed and hidden the box of condoms as well as her earring she discovered she lose while "collecting" herself in the bathroom. She smiled politely, while dying inside.