Invisible Man (Completed ) ✅

♥ Fourteen ♥

They moved into the living room.  He went back out to his car, and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"How...?"

"It's gotten chilly out.  It stayed cool in the car."  He popped the cork and poured her a glass.

She took it, totally forgetting for five minutes that she was pregnant.  She drank it quickly, and he continued to keep it full.  Before she knew it, they were sitting on the floor, leaning against the sofa.

"So, how are things between you and Jordan?"  Joe asked, taking her hand in his.

"Good," she said.  As always when she was drunk, her tongue ran away without taking her brain along.  "I guess it's good."

"What do you mean, sweetness?"  He put his other arm around her.

"Well, I really love him, and he says he loves me.  But he doesn't ever talk about marrying me.  What's wrong with me?"  She said sadly, holding out her wineglass.

"Nothing, sweetness.  You're absolutely perfect."  He emptied the bottle into her glass.  "I was so stupid for not seeing that."

"You think I'm perfect?"  She said softly, gazing into his crystal  eyes.  She had wanted to hear that from him for so long.

"Of course I do.  Who wouldn't?"  He brushed his lips against her hair.  "You are beautiful, funny, smart, kind...sexy."

She giggled.  "Sexy?  Me?"  She laid her head on his shoulder.  Her neck was suddenly too tired to hold up her head.

"Yes, you, sweetness.  Slender legs, slim hips..." he moved his hand up her leg and rested it on her stomach.  He stroked her skin through the silk of her blouse.  "Beautiful, soft skin."

He leaned his head down and kissed her.  She moaned as his tongue parted her lips.  She knew that there was some reason she shouldn't be doing this, but she was too distracted to remember why.  His hand moved up to rest on the curve of her neck, where it met her shoulder.  She felt goosebumps all over her body.

He took her hand, and placed it on his groin.  "Do you feel how sexy I think you are, Miss Scarlett?"

She felt his dick jump as soon as her hand touched the cloth that covered it.  "Yes," she whispered.

He wove his fingers through her long dark hair.  "I should have done this the first time I had the chance.  Then you'd be with me, not Jordan.  I can please you so much more than he ever could."  He began unbuttoning the blouse as he nipped at her neck with his teeth.

"What?"  Her clogged brain struggled to work even as other parts of her body welcomed his touch.  "What did you say?"

"I said, you belong with me, not Jordan.  I know how to do you right, sweetness."  He reached a hand inside of her blouse and caressed one of her breasts.

"No!  Wait!"  She pulled away and unsteadily rose to her feet.  She stumbled to the master bathroom and splashed cold water on her face.  She glanced at herself in the mirror.  Jordan!  How could she have let Joe lead her on like that?

"Wanna take a shower?"  Joe advanced on her slowly.

"N-no, Joe."  She backed up against the vanity.

"Or, right here, next to the sink."  He grabbed her at the waist and lifted her up to sit on the counter.  He leaned against her.  "Then I can watch you in the mirror."

She kicked at him.  "I said, no, Joe!  Leave me the fuck alone, or get out of here!"  She shoved him away and hopped down from the sink, sobering quickly.  She headed for the bedroom.  "Jordan will be home any minute, and if he finds you here like this..."