Page 7 of Broken Vows
“My turn, hm?” She stands up, reaching up under her skirt and pulling down a tiny black thong, letting it pool around her ankles. She kicks it away, pulling her skirt up over her hips to show me the plump lips of her pussy, but disinterest has me looking away. Rita doesn’t give up, straddling my thighs and rubbing herself against my flaccid cock.
“Rita—”
A knockcuts me off, my attention shifting to the locked office door just as my assistant calls out, “Mr. Delcourt, your wife just called. She’s on her way to the hospital with your daughter. They think she’s broken her arm. Mrs. Delcourt asked that you call her back urgently.”
Ice skates down my spine, and I bolt to my feet, ignoring Rita’s cry of alarm as she goes sprawling to the ground. I tuck my cock away, calling out to Gail, “I’ll call her now. Thank you.”
Rita doesn’t make a move to get off the floor, her dark eyes fixed on me and her legs spread. I scowl down at her.
“Get gone.”
Her mouth pops open, a wounded look filling her eyes. “But?—”
I cut her off with a dark glare. “You know what this is,” I say, voice dangerously low. “It’s time for you to go.”
Embarrassment colors her cheeks, but I don’t have time to pander to her, especially when she’s been pushing formorefrom me for months. She doesn’t want a relationship, but I fill a need in Rita that she can’t get anywhere else.
Outside this room, she’s a high-powered executive at a financial investment firm. With me, she’s just a submissive slut, with no expectations except that she swallows every drop of my cum.
She’s a release of tension, no better than a toy, but that’s the way she likes it. What she seems to be forgetting is that she is alsoreplaceable.Our connection has no bearing on my marriage or my life. She isn’t the first, and she won’t be the last, but Lynley willalwaysbe my wife.
I head for my desk, picking up my cell phone and finding Lynley’s name. Before I connect the call, I look up and realize Rita’s still standing here, her mouth twisted into a scowl and her panties lying forgotten at her feet.
“What’re you waiting for?” I demand harshly. “A sticker saying,well done on the cock sucking?”
She presses her lips into a flat line, her shoulders straightening. “You’re a real asshole.”
“Am I?” I drawl. “That might mean a lot more from someone who didn’t just have her mouth stuffed full of my cock.”
Rita drags in a long breath. “Whatever,” she snaps. “Don’t forget to shut the cameras off.” Her eyes narrow to slits. “And obviously, I don’t want a copy of today’s shitty performance. I’ll be going to the club tonight to find someone else to satisfy me.”
It’s a pretty poor attempt at making me jealous, but that’s not something I’ve ever felt for anyone, let alone someone like Rita—a woman who uses me as much as I use her.
“You’re free to use the bathroom before you make your walk of shame,” I say, with no small amount of amusement. “You’ve got cum on your skirt, and you know how Gail likes to gossip.”
I turn away from her, moving to stand in front of the bank of windows that covers one wall of my office, listening as she stomps into the attached bathroom and slams the door shut.
Once she’s gone, I call Lynley, pressing the phone to my ear. It only rings once before there’s a click, and her voice is in my ear, filled with panic. “Christopher! Oh, god. Ginny… She?—”
“Lynnie,” I interrupt soothingly. “Breathe.” It’s obvious from the noise in the background that she’s driving, and the last thing we need is her getting into an accident. I inhale loudly and then let it out, waiting until she follows alongbefore repeating the action. Once her breathing is a little more even, and she sounds calm, I ask, “What happened?”
There’s a soft sniffle. “I’m not sure,” she whispers. “All they would tell me is that she fell off something in the playground and landed badly. The ambulance took her to Ashland Hospital, because there’s no X-ray in Sterling Creek.”
“How far away are you?”
“I’m about halfway.”
The bathroom door opens, and I watch as Rita comes out, her hair and makeup fixed. There’s a damp spot on her skirt, like she tried to scrub my cum out, and I smirk. She saunters across the office, bending low to scoop up her discarded panties.
I clear my throat when she keeps walking, and she looks at me over her shoulder, finding me with my hand out. A mutinous look flashes through her eyes, but I just raise one eyebrow in silent command, my smile widening when she comes toward me and drops the panties into my hand. I scrunch them into a ball, tucking them into my pocket for later.
“Christopher?” Lynley says in my ear, her voice trembling. “Are you there?”
I tip my chin at Rita, telling my wife, “I’m here. Just stay calm, okay? I’ll meet you at the hospital. We should get there at the same time.” I expect Rita to turn and walk away, but there’s something devious in her eyes before she steps closer, her hand reaching out to cup my dick. Lynley says something else in my ear, but I don’t hear it as Rita squeezes, stroking me through my pants.
Her eyes slide to my phone, and I tell Lynley, “Hold the line, baby. I’ll be right back, okay?” I don’t wait for aresponse before I mute the call, and Rita grins, looking at me through her lashes.
“You look tense,” she observes, letting me go long enough to undo my pants. “I know you weren’t”—she pulls out my quickly swelling dick, jacking me roughly as she purrs— “satisfiedearlier. Let me help you? That way, you’ll be completely there for your wife.”
