He Wants An Open Marriage? Done!

Chapter 12: Why Me?

"Why me?" Roxanne asked, her chest heaving.

Richard’s expression didn’t change. "You walked into my lounge," he said, taking another step toward her.

"That’s not an answer," she shot back, her eyes tracking every slow, deliberate step he took toward her. "How did you know I was going to be there?" she asked.

Richard didn’t answer. Beneath the warm, amber glow of the vanity lights, he looked devastatingly handsome. His sharp jawline was shadowed as he leaned down to kiss her. Roxanne lifted a hand to him.

"Answer the question," she said firmly. "I’m not going to let another make a fool of me."

Richard studied her for a long moment, something dangerous flickering in his gaze. "I have wanted you longer than you know," he said cryptically.

Roxanne stared at him. Had they met before? Had he seen her somewhere? Why did it sound as though this had started long before the lounge? A chill ran through her despite the heat between them.

"What does that mean?"

Richard paused, something almost conflicted flashing across his face. Every logical cell in her brain screamed that this was a mistake, a trap that would ruin her completely.

"Richard, I—" Her breath hitched, the protest dying on her tongue.

Richard lifted his large hand, the smooth pad of his index finger pressing gently against her trembling lips.

"It’s okay to be scared," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, intimate register that vibrated straight through her skin. "But it’s not okay to remain stuck with a man who refuses to see you."

The words sliced clean through her defenses, reaching deep into the rawest, most neglected core of her being.

She stared up into his dark, piercing eyes, her heart hammering frantically against her ribs. She wanted to fight him, wanted to believe he was just a predator playing a game, but the sheer, possessive intensity in his gaze made her knees dangerously weak.

"You are not good for me," she whispered, her voice cracking as she looked at the irresistible monster offering her a way out.

Richard looked at her for a moment, his dark eyes fixed on nothing but her. "I promised that I wouldn’t let you walk away from me the next time we were this close. And I meant it," he whispered, leaning down until his lips were barely an inch from hers.

Before she could form another breath, his lips crashed onto hers with a fierce, ravenous hunger. Every logical instinct screamed at her to resist, to push his massive shoulders away and think about the catastrophic fallout.

But the chemistry between them was a sickness. Instead of fighting, she let out a broken gasp and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back with a matching, desperate fury.

In one swift, seamless movement, Richard gripped her waist and whirled her around, pressing her front against the vanity.

Roxanne gripped the marble for dear life as his large hands gathered the emerald silk, bunching it up to her waist to expose her bare skin to the cool air. The sharp sound of his zipper cutting through the silence made her pussy throb with an agonizing, desperate want.

Looking up into the mirror, her eyes locked with his dark, hooded gaze.

Without a single second of hesitation, Richard gripped her hip and drove his full, rigid dick completely into the slick warmth of her insides.

Roxanne threw her head back, a loud, helpless gasp tearing from her throat as the sheer size of him filled her entirely. Richard didn’t let up. He gripped her hip in a bruising hold, his heavy, powerful thrusts slamming hard into her, driving her body forward against the glass.

The air in the bathroom grew thick and humid, filled with the sharp, ragged sound of their panting and the slapping, wet rhythm of his shaft driving in and out of her dripping pussy.

It was shameless, but it was addictive.

Roxanne arched her back, meeting every heavy strike halfway, completely unraveled by the sight of his elite, tailored tuxedo contrasting against her bare skin in the reflection.

A deep, primal groan vibrated from Richard’s chest, his pace turning frantic, unyielding. "I’m cumming," he growled against the nape of her neck. freёwebnoѵel.com

"Me too!" she whimpered, her fingers blindly reaching back to lock into his as a sudden, violent wave of pleasure gripped her internal muscles.

Richard leaned forward, pressing the solid, rigid line of his chest flat against her bare back. He delivered one last deep thrust, and they both climaxed simultaneously. A blinding explosion of liquid heat dripped between her legs, her body shaking as his hot release filled her, their chests heaving in the exact same rhythm.

For a long time, the only sound was the echo of their ragged breathing.

Slowly, reluctantly, Richard pulled out of her. He took a step back, leaning his broad shoulders against the tiled wall, his tuxedo slightly disheveled but his dominance completely intact.

Roxanne smoothed her silk dress down with trembling hands, her chest still heaving as the gravity of the situation rushed back into the room. She turned to look at him, her lips swollen and her mind reeling.

"You didn’t answer my question," she said.

Richard’s jaw tightened. "The part about wanting you?"

"Yes," Roxanne said immediately. "That part."

Richard exhaled sharply. "That’s the only answer you are getting tonight," he said and turned.

Roxanne gripped his arm. "No. You don’t get to say something like that and walk away."

Richard looked at her, his eyes narrowing.

"I’m still married to him," she said, her eyes pleading. "And you are still his boss."

Richard looked down at her, a slow, dangerously possessive smile curving his lips as he straightened his cuffs. "Which means nobody is going to hurt you," he said softly. Then his gaze darkened. "Because you are mine now."

Roxanne exhaled a sharp breath, the stinging heat of unshed tears burning the rims of her eyes as she stared up at him. "It’s not that simple," she whispered, her hands curling into tight fists to keep them from trembling. "This complicates things. And Christian—"

Richard placed a finger against her lips, instantly silencing her protest. "You worry too much," he murmured, his dark eyes boring into hers with a maddening calm. "For once in your life, your only priority should be your own happiness."

"This is not about my happiness!" Roxanne shot back, flinching away from his touch as a desperate, protective anger flared in her chest. "This whole thing is going to end in an absolute disaster, Richard. And I want it to end. Right now."

Richard’s gaze held hers, the silence between them stretching so taut it threatened to snap. A small, unreadable frown creased his brow as he studied her. "Is that what you truly want?" he asked, his voice dropping. "To pretend this never happened?"

Roxanne looked right back at him, her chin lifting even as her heart battered a chaotic rhythm against her ribs. "You know absolutely nothing about me."

A slow, dangerous smile curved the corner of Richard’s lips, though it never quite reached his eyes. "And you do not know me, Roxanne."

He stepped back, turning toward the door. Then he stopped. "The answers you’re looking for are inside Vance Enterprises." He opened the door. "Ninth floor. Nine a.m. If you really want the truth."

With that, he unlocked the deadbolt and walked out of the ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind him.

Roxanne stood entirely paralyzed in the center of the tiled floor, her chest heaving as the silence rushed back to consume her.

What terrified her most wasn’t the invitation.

It was the possibility that she wanted that truth more than she wanted to run from it.