A Man on My Bed
My chest tightened, and I could barely breathe while I imagined what they must have been doing before i arrived at the Bradford Mansion.
Crying would do me no good, reason told me. Opening my eyes, I wiped the tears from my cheeks with may dry fingers
I heaved a deep sigh, then straightened my spine again.
My thoughts drifted back to Grey. I wondered where he was now because I hadn’ten him since the moment I entered the
mansion.
Certainly, he hadn’t left. I saw his car parked in the driveway, and I didn’t see him leaving either
Is Grey in his bed now? Asleep? Should I confront him about Natalia? I am his wife, so I am entitled to do so
After a brief moment of contemplation, I decided to talk to him first thing tomorrow morning. I couldn’t do it now anyway with my head so confused and dazed. A full eight hours of sleep would make me feel better tomorrow, and my mind would be much clearer by the time I spoke to him.
Granting myself a favor, I finally pushed him out of my thoughts and instead focused my attention on leaving the tub
Carefully, I rose from the tub. When my feet touched the tiled floor, dizziness hit me, and my hand abruptly tightened on the edge of the tub for support. I just stood there and waited until the dizziness subsided before grabbing the towel. I didn’t bother rinsing under the shower; the milk bath I poured into the tub didn’t require rinsing anyway.
Done drying my body, I hung the towel back on the rack.
It hadn’t been long since I emerged from the tub when the heat consuming my body returned. I mumbled a curse under my breath as I became aware of the sexual tension building inside me, particularly the distinct desire coiling between my thighs.
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I sucked in a deep breath to still my raging hormones. But the breathing method wasn’t working; my hormones remained wild and frenzied.
I staggered to the door like a drunkard, my hand groping the wall to keep me on my feet.
I wanted to lie down on the bed and get some sleep if I could. Yet unless I reached the bedroom without slipping on the floor, I wouldn’t be able to get what I wanted.
By the time I opened the door, the silvery moonlight that illuminated the bedroom was hidden behind a mass of thick clouds, draping the room in total darkness.
I reached the bed in one piece. I didn’t even know how I got there, but anyway, I buried my head in a pillow and closed my
eyes.
The discomfort I felt intensified just as I thought I had found the peace I was looking for. My body burned so hot as though I were consumed with fever, making me toss and turn in the queen–size bed.
Then my fingers touched something so hard yet so soft. Stunned, I traced the burning length with the tips of my fingers.
Realization then hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning. I shrieked in alarm.
The heavenly clouds parted, casting silvery shadows that illuminated the room, revealing the man lying on his back next to me, all his naked glory exposed.
“Grey?” I gasped in disbelief. The words emerged from my lips in a sultry whisper.
As though the sound of my voice awakened him from slumber, his eyes slowly fluttered open. His bright gray eyes bore into mine like glittering jewels in the dimly lit room.
His sleepy eyes wandered to my face as though he couldn’t quite believe what he saw, and he frowned. “Lily?” Grey gasped in great disbelief. Just the sound of his bedroom voice made my knees turn to jelly. Good thing I was already lying on the bed; otherwise, the cold, hard floor would have caught me.
My lips parted to say something, but then his gaze drifted to my breasts, and my words were suspended. Instantly, my mind went blank. The words I wanted to say were all forgotten.
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