Page 30 of Convincing Carrie
But tonight? I was ready to take a leap. Was I happy to be doing it before divorcing Carrie? No. But I felt like I owed it to myself to reaffirm that Madison and I were good together in bed.
“Would you like to come up to the office for a nightcap?” The way I looked at her must have given her an idea of my true intentions.
Madison glanced at me sharply, then smiled. She gave me a quick kiss. “I thought you’d never ask.”
I smirked at her and held the door as we walked in. I waved to the security guards at the door and further down in the lobby. Then we took the elevator up to the penthouse level for the executive suites.
“Come with me.” I held her hand tightly, feeling connected in a way I hadn’t with her in a long time.
I took her inside my office and walked her back to the bedroom, pulling her inside and closing the door after us. At least I thought I’d closed it. It wasn’t until I was kissing her and we were both naked on the bed that I realized it was open a few inches. I started to get up and close it but then thought better of it.
Who in the world would be up here this time of night?
I pushed Mads back on the pillows and stared at her beautiful body. I had to blink a couple of times to banish the images of Carrie’s body from my mind. It was true that I found myself more sexually attracted to Carrie’s generous curves and athletic body. Madison’s tall, thin form was beautiful, too. I’d just have to get adjusted to it.
I bent and sucked a nipple into my mouth licking and nipping it the way I did with Carrie.
“Ouch!” Madison jerked away from me. “What the hell, Thatcher?”
I stared at her. “You don’t like to have your nipples sucked?”
She shrugged. “Honestly? That’s just okay for me. Don’t you remember?”
I didn’t. I ran a hand through my hair. “I guess I forgot. Sorry.” I pushed her back down gently and pushed her thighs apart, eager to eat her pussy.
She put both of her hands on my head to push me away from her. “Thatcher! I don’t like when you go down on me. Surely you remember that.”
Now that she mentioned it, I seemed to recall a rather traumatic incident when we were in high school.
I was getting frustrated, and my dick was fast losing interest in her. “Whatdoyou like?”
“I just like to have normal sex,” she said. She looked around the room. “Does that lead to a bathroom?”
“Yeah.” I laid back on the pillows and put my hands behind my head. She was taking the fun right out of this. Now she didn’t want me to touch her tits or her pussy. An awful thought occurred to me. Now that I thought about it, Mads had detested giving head when we were together. Was that still the case? If so, why would she have tried to get me to let her go down on me a while ago?
So far sex with Mads wasnotwhat I had made it up to be in my head.
She came back holding a towel. I frowned, propping up on one elbow. “What’s that for?”
“To lay under us, of course. So no one has to lay in the wet spot. And, you know, to catch all the dirty stuff.”
Oh my God. I stared at her. “You know, maybe this wasn’t such a great idea…”
She got such a hurt look on her face that I was instantly contrite. “You don’t want to make love to me? After we’ve been building up to it all this time?”
“Sorry. Of course, I do, baby.” I kissed her shoulder, up her neck, and ended on her mouth, pushing her down and underme. I reached for the bedside drawer, opened it, and pulled out a condom. And stopped.
I lurched up, dropping the condom like it was made of lava.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking up at me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
I’d realized the condoms I’d been reaching for were left there by my father. Here I was in the bedroom he’d used to cheat on his wife over and over again. The bedroom he’d chosen over his family countless times. And I’d been about to use one ofhiscondoms to cheat on my wife.
“I… I can’t do this.”
She looked both angry and confused. “Why the hell not?”
I explained it to her.
