Laura groaned, "Ten more minutes."
"No. you already had ten more minutes. You have school tomorrow. A bath and an early night is what you need."
"Sounds like a good idea," Oliver agreed. "Although I have really enjoyed myself."
"Can Oliver come out with us again Mommy?"
"If he would like to." Helen smiled at him.
His heart fluttered. She was making him soft in the centre. Soon he would actually melt with desire. Maybe, it was time he left them to their lives, while he went back to his lonely room.
Which was probably a good thing with the week he had ahead. This was a nice distraction. However, he needed to settle in at the office before he got side tracked by this idyllic life.
"I'd like that," he answered.
"Why don't you come for dinner on Thursday, Oliver?"
"Yes. We can have Macarena."
Helen giggled. "Macaroni you silly," Jess corrected.
"It's my favourite and Mommy likes making it because it's cheap."
"Thank you, Laura."
"I can't wait. Thursday it is."
He hated saying goodbye. There was no chance of a goodbye kiss either. He had to settle for a fleeting smile. Along with the knowledge that in only four days’ time he would be allowed another glimpse into their lives.
Chapter Seventeen - Helen
"How's your week been?"
"Long. Complicated. That is why I couldn't wait to come for dinner. Sorry if I'm a bit early. I bought a bottle of wine."
He was here in her kitchen while she finished cooking dinner. It felt so right. She allowed herself to dream about how it would be for him to come home to her every night. It was a good dream. Would it ever come true?
"Oliver. Hello." Laura came in and presented him with a drawing.
"What have you got there?" Oliver said taking it from her.
"It's a picture of us at the park. Me, Laura, Mommy and you. You can tell which one is you can't you? Jess says I'm not very good at drawing."
"I think that's me." He pointed at one of the figures.
Laura's face broke into a beaming smile. "That's right."
"I think it's perfect. Can I take it home?"
"Yes. I drew it for you today at school. I like the way we are all smiling. Mommy doesn't always smile so much since daddy left."
Helen's hand stopped as she stirred the sauce. She had to wipe a tear away, sniffing quietly before she turned to face Laura. "I'm sorry, Laura."
"That's OK. It's not your fault."
"That's what I try and tell her," Oliver said to Laura.
"Is dinner ready yet? I'm starving." In one moment, Laura had dropped the subject and moved on as only a child could do.
"About another ten minutes. Why don't you go and wash your hands? Tell Jess to as well."
"OK. Jess. Wash your hands," Laura shouted as she left the kitchen.
Oliver came over to where she was working and slipped a hand around her waist. She pushed her body against his, making the most of the moment. They wouldn't be interrupted; the girls were upstairs in the bathroom. His lips pressed softly against her neck, and she leaned into him.
"I've missed you," he said.
"Me too. Will you stay after the girls have gone to bed?"
"Are you sure?" He sounded surprised.
"Yes. Absolutely." She nodded.
"Then I would like nothing better, Helen. If you're certain."
"I think it's time I buried the ghost of Joel once and for all. This is my house now. I have tried to find out where he is. I want a divorce. But I've not had any luck."
"If you give me the details I could get someone on to it."
"What do you mean? Like a private investigator. Do you have those working for you?"
"In some capacity. I usually do full background checks on people and companies I do business with."
"And you think they might be able to track Joel?"
"The people I deal with are very thorough. They will be able to find him. Perhaps watch him for a few days to see what he's doing. Get a clear picture before you contact him."
"Like spying."
"Something like that. You have to understand, Helen. I operate with some very wealthy and sometime dubious people. I like to know exactly who I am dealing with, so I pay the best people to get the information I need."
"I can understand that. Thank you. After the girls have gone to bed I'll write out what you need."
"And a photo."
"OK. Right, this is ready. Do you want to set the table?" She directed him to where he could find the plates and cutlery. "It's nice to see you being so domestic," she joked.
"I'm learning," he said.
***
"Is this everything you need?" Helen asked handing him her husband's details.
"Yes. A photo too. That's it. I'll get them onto it in the morning."
"Keen."
"I have my own interests at heart remember?"
"That does sound serious."
"At the moment I am having an affair with a married woman. I'm not sure how the board at the bank will tolerate any bad behaviour on my part at this time. The bank is under very close scrutiny."
"If you need to back off from us. Until I'm divorced."
"Not a chance," he said and came to her, pulling her into his arms. "So am I going to ravish you here?"
"Ravish. Sounds exciting. Something that's been missing from my life all week."
“You didn’t answer my question.” His lips kissed her neck, caressing the soft spot behind her earlobe. Working lower, he grazed her collarbone until she was squirming with desire.
"I don't know if I'm ready to make love in my bedroom," she said, hoping he would understand.
"The sofa it is then." He lifted her up, and she wrapped her legs around his waist while he carried her to her shabby sofa. Not that he seemed to care about anything other than setting her body on fire. He pressed himself against her body, his cock pressing against her clit.
She lifted her body up so that she created a slight friction between them. He sat her down on the sofa but kept his body wedged firmly between her thighs. Moving his body up and down until she was begging him to touch her. This must have been the longest week in her life. How could she have gone months without craving sex after Joel left? Yet in less than a week, she was reduced to begging Oliver to take her.
"I want you naked beneath me, Helen."
Looking into his eyes, she saw his desire there too. Sliding back from him, she began to open the buttons of her shirt. Very slowly. Oliver licked his lips in anticipation. She smiled crookedly at him, knowing he was straining to touch her body. Damn he made her feel wonderful. Powerful. She was no longer the little abandoned woman; she was the equal to a powerful kind and generous man.
In an instant his calm and control was shattered. A glimpse of the curve of her breasts was enough to push him into action. His fingers fumbled and tugged at the rest of her buttons, literally dragging it from her body. Then he pulled the cup of her bra down. Not even taking the time to unclasp it before he caressed her nipple with the palm of his hand. The little bud stiffened into a hard peak and he lowered his mouth, sighing as he captured it in his warm mouth.
She threaded her hands into his hair, holding him against her breast. Leaning over him, she kissed his cheek, her fingers stroking his neck and down his back. When he lifted his head, she saw his eyes heavy with desire. He undid her bra and feasted on her breasts until her nipples were swollen and sore and her clit throbbed with a need of its own.
"Make love to me, Oliver."
"With pleasure." He stood up and in seconds had stripped down to nothing but his tanned toned skin. A sight she could drink in all day especially when he was so hard, his cock inviting her touch.
Sliding forward she closed her hand around him. He closed his eyes and let her stroke him for a few moments before he swayed slightly and said, "I want you."
Wordlessly he helped her remove the re
st of her clothes. She didn't think she had ever felt so naked and exposed. She was here in her own house, the house she had shared with her husband, with another man. But oh, what a man he was.
He turned around to retrieve a condom from his pocket, giving her a chance to admire his butt. It was as toned as the rest of him and she so wanted to touch it. Standing she went up behind him and stroked his skin, feeling his tight muscles clench. Helen kissed his back, her hands roaming his body while he fitted the condom on his hard cock. Slipping her hands around him, she stroked his thighs. Cursing, he fumbled while rolling the condom down over his hardness.
"That was not easy. You are quite a distraction."
"Oh, I intend to be one hell of a distraction for the next hour or more."
"Show me."
She held his hand and drew him back towards the sofa. Pushing him down, she smiled at the surprise on his face. Happy to see the way his cock was so hard and engorged in his lap.
Kneeling, she straddled him. Guiding his cock towards her sex, slick and wet for him. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself down lower. The head of his cock brushing her outer lips before slipping into her. She kissed him. His hand went to fist her hair, holding her tight, as if he thought she would disappear if he let go.
Lowering herself slowly, keeping ultimate control over him, she teased him. His mouth on hers grew harder and more demanding. While his hands cupped her breasts, teasing them until she thought she would lose her mind. Tearing her mouth from his she gasped. He placed his hand on her shoulder, pushing her backwards so that her breasts thrust forward. His mouth claimed one of her nipples, sucking it in hard and then rolling his tongue over it.
In one movement, she sank down onto his lap, taking him inside her. She needed him to fill her, to stretch her and for her clit to gain contact with his body. Tipping her hips forward slightly she managed to press herself against him. Then she circled her hips. Moving on his cock to stretch her inner walls, rocking backwards and forwards. With every movement, she brought them both closer and closer to the edge of the abyss she longed to fall into.
He came first, exploding inside her, his cock throbbing and pulsing. His teeth grazed her nipple. His tongue slipping around and around the taut bud, until the tension in her body reached its pinnacle. Lifting herself up, she eased off him to come back down hard. Bouncing in his lap, she rolled her hips, trying to make as much friction between their bodies as was physically possible. At the point when it was too much and she knew she would cry out, she buried her face into the sofa, and muffled the sound. The last thing she needed was one of the children waking up at this critical moment.
And it was critical. Her body had waited for this moment, to be joined with him again. Nothing else mattered. This was the moment of bliss, which she craved. When all there was in the world was the two of them. In this moment, she didn't feel guilty for wanting him so very badly in her life.
He held her close, her breathing coming in sharp gasps as her orgasm passed. Resting her head on his shoulder, she sat in his lap until the cool air chilled her skin. She was tired, the thought of her bed so inviting, but it meant saying goodbye to Oliver. There was no way she would ask him to stay. It was too soon. But she longed to make love with him in her bed. To finally be able to have memories of him there, instead of the ghost of Joel.
"I should go," he said at last.
She didn't stop him. Although she wanted to with every beat of her heart.
Chapter Eighteen - Oliver
"Can you get onto this as quickly as possible, Stanley?"
"I'll get straight onto it, Mr Pierceson."
"Thank you. You received the photo and all the information?"
"Yes. Do you have last known whereabouts?"
"No. He left his wife six months ago. She believes he left the country. Emptied the bank account. So there might not be a card trail."
"You know that won't stop me."
"Can you bill me directly, Stanley? This is for a friend rather than business."
"So what are we looking for?"
"Where he's been. Who he's been with. Preferably proof of adultery."
"I understand. I'll be in touch in the next couple of days."
"I look forward to any news."
Oliver ended the call and sat back, thinking. What would happen when Helen found out where her husband was? Would she still go ahead and divorce him? It was one thing to talk about ending your marriage; it was another to actually do it when there were children involved.
What was he thinking? They guy had gone off and deserted her, left her broke, and in some ways broken. He hoped that he had started to put her back together. That his love and attention was giving her back her confidence.
His phone rang. Oliver expected it to be Stanley; calling back for confirmation about the information he had been given. So he was surprised to see Helen's number flash up. She never usually rang him during work hours.
"Helen," he said.
"Hi Oliver. Quick call, sorry if you're busy." She sounded breathless.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes. Listen the girls have been invited on a play date tomorrow afternoon for a couple of hours." She paused, working up to the real reason she had called. Although he had already guessed and his cock hardened in anticipation.
"What time?"
"Three thirty."
"I'll be waiting outside."
"Then I will see you tomorrow."
"I can't wait." He smiled as she rang off. It was true, he couldn't wait. Sex with her was mind blowing. More because of the close contact he felt with her. Soul mates.
Romantic fool.
Chapter Nineteen - Helen
She had been excited all day. Giddy, in fact. Her daughters had caught on to her mood, and she felt a little guilty when she had dropped them off. A certain mom was in for a noisy afternoon.
Whereas this mom was anticipating a very intimate afternoon. She had told Oliver three thirty. Now she was heading home to shower and get ready for him to arrive. They had three glorious hours of peace and solitude, just the two of them. Part of her felt bad because she ought to be out running errands and doing their grocery shopping. Instead, she would have to squeeze those things in at some other time. This was her afternoon. She deserved it.
That was what she kept telling herself as she showered and then tried to get as many chores done around the house before he arrived. She answered the door with the rather sexy sound of the washing machine on spin cycle in the background.
"I bought you flowers," he said handing them to her. "I would like you to know I have never done that before."
"Thank you. Wow they even have a card; you mean they're from a proper florist."
"I always do things properly, Helen. And very thoroughly."
"I would like you to take me upstairs and show me just how thoroughly you like to do things."
"Upstairs. You mean your bedroom?"
"Yes," she said, feeling suddenly shy.
"OK," he said softly.
She busied herself putting the flowers in water. "Tea? Coffee?"
"You're trembling." He came up to her and placed his hands on her arms.
"This is a big thing for me."
"I know." He kissed her neck. "We don't have to."
She turned to face him. "I do. I need to stop feeling as if I'm the one in the wrong. Joel left and I have every right to take a man up to my bedroom and have him make love to me."
"Then let's go." He took her hand and led her out of the kitchen. Taking the stairs slowly, he allowed her to follow until they reached the top. "Which door?"
She pointed to her room and he pushed the door open. Taking control. She was so grateful to him. This was the room she had shared with her husband, but he was gone and Oliver was here. This afternoon she wanted Oliver to completely wipe Joel out of her memory. Then out of her house, so that they could start anew. She didn't want him to be a constant shadow over them. Once she had div
orced him, she would be free.
He undressed her, taking his time to kiss every inch of her body as he revealed her flesh. His fingers stroked her skin while she began to take his clothes off. Her fingers trembling as she tugged his t-shirt up and over his head. He lifted his arms up, pausing briefly from touching her skin and then returning to trace the contours of her curves. She shivered, excitement replacing her earlier apprehension. Already he was filling her senses with nothing but him. The sound of his lips on her skin, the touch of his fingers on her nipples. The taste of him as her mouth travelled over his chest placing light kisses there.
He guided her towards the bed. And she went with him, wanting this more than anything else in the world. Needing to conquer her memories of her life before him.
Dropping his jeans to the floor, he stepped out of them, standing before her naked. She took the rest of her clothes off, trying to find her inner confidence. He found a condom, and undid the packet. Helen took it from him and rolled it down over his cock. When she looked up, his eyes were on hers.
Something passed between them. He smiled at her reassuringly. Not needing to ask if this was what she wanted. It was written on her face and in the way her fingers touched his skin.
They moved on to the bed, side by side in each other's arms. For a long while, they kissed and touched. Mouths tasting. Hands touching. Fingers entwining before parting to spread fire through the others body. Until they needed to complete their love.
She lay on her back. Oliver moved between her thighs, guiding himself into her. She was ready for him. She would always be ready for him. Helen gasped as he pushed deeper. Her fingers digging into his flesh, spurring him on to claim her as his own. He surged forward, thrusting hard and deep. Nipping his neck, she tried to hold on, wanting this to last. But the expectation had been too much and the reality even better. She came, her sex pulsing and gripping him to send him crashing over the edge with her.
Tears trickled form her eyes as the moment passed. She had done it; she had squashed the memory of her husband once and for all.
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