6 I need you
Dean's POV
My heart shattered as the words escaped my lips, the weight of my actions crashing down upon me. What had I done? Why was this overwhelming feeling consuming me? I was lost in a whirlwind of confusion.
"But why?" she pleaded, her voice trembling with vulnerability.
"No, no, it's not because of anything you did. It's just... it's not appropriate for us to be seen together, especially considering your position as my wife's boss. I don't want people to misconstrue our connection, to assume there's something more behind your decision to promote Julia. I don't want them to jump to the wrong conclusions," I tried to justify, my words stumbling over the truth.
Why was I even bothering to explain myself to her?
"Oh, I understand. Our meeting wasn't exactly conventional, but I had hoped that maybe we could forge a friendship. I don't want to pretend like we're strangers, Dean. Somehow, you've become an integral part of my life, and I want to know you on a deeper level. Please, don't reject this," she pleaded, her voice filled with sincerity.
"After everything that's happened between us, you still want us to be friends?" I questioned, my disbelief evident.
"Yes. It would bring me joy if we could maintain a connection," she responded, her words laced with hope.
I sighed, uncertain if this was a wise decision.
"I'm not sure about this. Won't it be awkward?"
"No, not at all. Please, don't distance yourself, Dean. I believe you're a good person, and I think you have the potential to be a wonderful friend. Please, don't say no."
"Alright. We can be friends," I relented, the sound of her laughter echoing in my ears.
"Thank you. So, will I have the pleasure of your company tomorrow?"
"Yes, indeed. However, our meeting shall not take place within the confines of your office," I responded.
"Anywhere your heart desires," she swiftly replied.
"Very well. I shall contact you tomorrow and disclose the location where we can meet up," I stated.
"Certainly. I eagerly await your call. Now, I shall bid you farewell and allow you to resume your interrupted endeavors," she uttered, and a chuckle escaped my lips.
"Yes. Until tomorrow," I declared before ending the call.
Oh dear, I pray I do not come to regret this decision.
Katherine's Perspective
Ecstasy enveloped me when he consented to our friendship. My face beamed like that of an enamored teenager after our conversation. The mere sound of his voice completed my day, leaving me with a sense of fulfillment.
A tinge of disappointment washed over me when he revealed that our meeting would not come to fruition. It felt as though my heart shattered into a million fragments. The anticipation of our encounter sparked a surge of inspiration, birthing a new design within my mind. In that moment, I knew precisely what my creations would embody.
Dean's POV
After my conversation with Katherine, I descended the stairs and stumbled upon Julia in the kitchen, indulging in the wine she had brought to commemorate her triumph. A pang of guilt washed over me momentarily, for I had abandoned her in pursuit of solitude in the bedroom. Yet, the prospect of engaging in any form of intimacy with her at that moment simply did not resonate with me.
"Don't you think you've imbibed enough of that wine? I wouldn't want you to suffer from a dreadful hangover tomorrow when you venture off to work," I advised, but my words fell on deaf ears.
Out of the blue, tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks, catching me off guard.
"My husband no longer desires me," she wailed.
"What! Julia, what on earth is the matter with you?" I almost burst into laughter at the absurdity of her statement.
"You don't yearn for me any longer. You reject my advances and push me away," she pouted, her tears flowing ceaselessly.
"Julia, that's preposterous. I desire you fervently. You are my beloved wife," I reassured her, attempting to wrestle the bottle from her grasp, but she skillfully evaded my reach.
"Hand me the bottle, Julia. You've consumed enough wine for the evening. Let me guide you to bed," I pleaded, making another futile attempt to seize the bottle.
"So, if I surrender it to you, will you make love to me then?" she inquired, her speech slightly slurred.
"Yes, alright. But please, give me the bottle," I conceded, and a smile danced across her face as she handed it over to me.
I sent the bottle to the kitchen, returning to scoop her up and carry her to our bedroom. Tenderly, I laid her down on the bed, anticipating her to release her grip from my neck. However, she clung onto me, unwilling to let go.
"I crave your presence, Dean. Please," she whispered tenderly into my eager ears.
With a heavy sigh, I ascended upon her, our bodies intertwining in a passionate dance. Our lips met, initiating a slow, tantalizing kiss that ignited a fiery desire within us. Our hands roamed freely, exploring every curve and contour, igniting a symphony of pleasure.
Garments swiftly shed, revealing our naked vulnerability, as we continued to indulge in the intoxicating rhythm of our affection. Throughout our five years of marriage, Julia had restricted our intimacy to mere kisses and caresses, with the occasional indulgence of her succulent breasts, if her mood allowed.
Never had she permitted my hands to venture towards her most intimate parts, and I respected those boundaries. Perhaps that was why I never lost control with her, as I had with Katherine.
Yet, here we lay, bodies bare, embarking on a voyage of exploration, our hands and mouths mapping uncharted territories.
"Please, Dean..." Her plea resonated with a familiar longing.
Positioning myself between her legs, I entered her slowly, savoring the exquisite connection. As our rhythm intensified, her moans were replaced by breathless pants, her fingers digging into my back, leaving imprints of desire.
A memory from the previous night, a passionate encounter with Katherine, momentarily disrupted my focus. I hesitated, causing Julia to question my sudden pause.
"Dean? Are you alright?" Her concern filled the air.
A reassuring smile graced my lips as I kissed her tenderly, resuming our fervent pace, determined to fulfill her desires.
She reveled in the ecstasy as our rhythm intensified, my thrusts becoming more fervent than ever. Her unrestrained moans filled the room, while her legs stretched wide, beckoning me to delve deeper into her depths.
Her voice crescendoed into screams of pleasure, each cry punctuated by my relentless exploration of her most sensitive spots. I witnessed her eyes roll back, consumed by the overwhelming waves of bliss and anticipation. For five more minutes, I continued my fervent assault, her screams growing louder and more fervent, a symphony of pleasure she had never experienced before. And then, she reached her climax, a release that consumed her entirely.
Her body trembled, still trembling from the intoxicating heights she had just experienced. We lingered in that moment, basking in the aftermath of our passion, before I reluctantly withdrew from her embrace.
"Wow, that was intense," she exclaimed, her happiness radiating from her smile.
I could only manage a breathless agreement.
"Today was unlike any other time we've made love. Is it in celebration of something special?" she inquired, her smile never fading.
"Perhaps," I murmured, my voice barely audible.
"That was truly extraordinary for a special occasion," she murmured, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion.
I chuckled softly, tenderly covering her with a blanket as she surrendered to sleep.
If only she knew the truth concealed within this passionate encounter.
