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My eyes flew open and I turned on my back, staring up at the ceiling. “Don't say that shit to me, Gretal, not if you don't mean it.”
“I do mean it.” She settled her blonde hair on my shoulder. The silky strands tickled my face. “I just want to…”
“You want to fuck? You want me to ease some of the pressure building inside of you?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “But I want you to hold me as well.”
I wanted to fuck her, but she was asking me for something so much more intimate. Something I had been dying to give her. She was asking to fall asleep in my arms like she used to. And that was so much more than sex.
“Come here, Gretal.” Pressing my lips to her hair, I gathered her in closer. We were both fully dressed. It didn't matter that we weren't naked, or that I couldn't feel her skin on mine. All that mattered was that she was in my arms.
Even if it was just for one night.
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I couldn't sleep and I knew she hadn't drifted off either. I always knew when Gretal was asleep: she snored. Not loudly, but a soft and content sound that used to lull me into a deep sleep.
There were none of those contented sounds from her, her breathing was deep and even, but she wasn't asleep, so I couldn't drift off either.
It wasn't just that though. Gretal was in my arms. For the first time in years she had sought me out. I didn't want to sleep and miss a second of it. I knew it couldn't last. By the morning, Gretal would be gone again. If not from the clubhouse, most definitely from my life. She wouldn't sneak into my bed like a thief in the night again.
This was a one off.
Unless I could get her to give me another chance, of course. I wasn't the kind of man to beg, but with her I might just give it a go.
“Hansel?”
“Yeah, baby?” I tightened my arms around her but didn't open my eyes.
“I thought you would be asleep.”
I chuckled. “No, you didn't. You knew I was awake.” I waited for her to say whatever it was she wanted to say. “You want to talk?”
“No.” Gretal’s voice became breathy. The fingers that had been resting on my stomach dipped lower, sliding across my abs to tease at the button of my jeans. “No, I don't want to talk.”
Fuck. I bit back a groan.
“Christ, you are a tease. But we should really talk.” I couldn't believe what I was saying. I should have been all over her, pressing her down into the pillows and capturing her lips with mine.
“Hansel.” She groaned, exasperated. “It doesn't have to mean anything.”
With a snarl that got stuck in my throat, I pinned her. Capturing her arms and lifting them above her head. The way she looked up at me was enough to drive me wild. Her eyes were hooded as she stared up at me and her pouty lips parted.
“You think you can use me as stress relief, Gretal?”
Her head cocked to the side but she didn't back down from my growling question.
“I could just lay here next to you and perform a little stress relief on myself.”
I groaned again. Just the mental image of her doing that to herself whilst I lay next to her, not touching or at least watching, was enough to make me push up angrily against my zipper.
“If you talk to me, Gretal, if you tell me how I can get you to stop with all of this nonsense...” Catching her look, my eyes narrowed. “You know what I’m talking about. Living apart and those stupid divorce proceedings. Talk to me about how I can make things right and I'll give you the best night of your life. I promise.”
Gretal's nose crinkled. “See, this is where we go wrong, Hansel. When we talk. Can't we just fuck? Why does it have to be more than that…?”
Frowning, I leant my forehead against hers. “Because we are more than just a physical relationship. You're my wife. And we need to talk.”
“I don't want to talk, Hansel. I want to fool around. If you don’t want to fuck me, then there are other people here who would love to.”
