Forbidden Dance: Will She Forgo Her Marriage for a Lifetime of Happiness? (8 page)

She nodded. “You make it sound so simple.” It was unbelievable to accept the reality that her husband wanted her back. What if this was all a poker game to him?

“Back to where we were earlier. Do you still fancy me?” He was back to his squatting position in front of her, and he rested both hands on her thighs.

Her thigh muscles tensed. And her eyes bulged. A shiver ran up to the spot between her legs and she shook her head. After a long fight with her emotions, she leaned forward and kissed her husband. Oh, her breasts felt instantly full and her nipples rubbed against her lacy bra beneath the thin layer of her red silk dress. Kyle’s lips brought back memories of the fiery passion they once shared. Alero shut her eyes to wash away the memories, but heat surged to her thighs, and she shuddered in his hands.

Kyle held his wife’s face and dipped his tongue into her warm mouth. Joy surged through his chest and he picked her up in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his nipples, and blood pumped round his body. Roaring fire raged across his stomach and groin. He knelt on the bed, and dropped her gently on the white sheet. How he managed to handle her with care beat his imagination. Kyle wanted to devour her whole.

She wrapped her arms round his neck to keep his lips locked to hers. He bit the soft flesh of her bottom lip, until she whimpered. His fingers grazed her nipples through her dress. The material clung to her skin. Small noises escaped from her puckered lips. She wriggled and locked her legs over his hips.

With one tug, he pulled off her dress and unsnapped her lacy black bra.

He gasped. “I love your breasts, babe.” The sight of his wife’s breast hardened his erection. He slid down her panties and she kicked off the piece of lacy black thong.

He clasped his palm over her mound and her hips flew off the bed accompanied with a loud moan. He loved the sounds she made. He had denied himself of this pleasure for too long.

“Kyle, please don’t hold back.”

He caught one nipple in between his teeth and wrapped his tongue round the dark hard flesh. Alero whimpered and pushed her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and caressed with his tongue, while his free hand squeezed her butt.

“Kyle–Kyle,” she moaned.

He moved to her second nipple, and swept his tongue over the sweetness. Kyle replaced his palm with his knee in between her thighs. She pressed her mound against his flesh. The heat seared his knee, and he palmed one breast with his free hand.

His wife cried out with pleasure. It was the most beautiful sound on the planet. “Please Kyle, come inside me.”

“Not yet babe,” he soothed as he dipped two fingers inside her heat. She moaned as loud as her lungs allowed, and clenched her honey pot muscles around his fingers.

His whole body tensed. The softness of her pulsating heat almost pushed him over the edge. He ground his teeth.

She writhed and begged and wailed.

“Do you love me, babe?”

“Yes, yes, please, Kyle.”

He dipped his fingers in and out faster and faster, and she thrust her hips forward and back to match his pace. Just as she almost fell off the edge, he withdrew his fingers.

Her eyes opened wide.

“I love you, babe,” he said as he eased off his trousers, and plunged his erection inside her.

Intense emotion swallowed him and he jerked in and out with mindless force. His wife was hot and wet, sweet and luscious. His own growl ate up her loud moan. She opened her legs so wide, he dived in deeper. Then she clenched and unclenched her muscles and their breathing became fast and shallow.

“I love you babe,” he screamed as he held her thighs steady. He charged in and out so hard, their sexual eruption was swift, sudden and ecstatic. He collapsed on his wife, but rolled to his side and took her with him.

The following morning, he made sweet love to Alero. In fact, she took the lead, and he was more than pleased to follow. The sexual pleasure was indescribable, and he wondered how on earth he chose to avoid making love to his wife in the past.

After satisfying his wife’s sexual appetite, he insisted on getting a paid massage treatment at her beauty salon.

Every half-hearted excuse she dredged up to dissuade him, fell on deaf ears.

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At the salon, two attendants fawned over Kyle, after they recovered from the shock of meeting their boss’s never-mentioned-husband.

Alero could perceive their brains try to figure out where Zane fitted in to the scenario. Zane had been a regular feature at her nail studio. He helped her set up the place and recruited two of the workers.

Kyle parried jokes with the male beautician who attended to him but he kept the chat short. When Kyle’s beauty treatment was done, they had lunch at the Le Royal Mansour Meridien where Kyle lodged before he found her.

It was a pretty impressive hotel. Well, her husband’s money could buy him many luxuries in life. They returned to her beauty salon until close of business.

The drive to her house was long. Throughout the journey, Kyle teased her about her scary driving tactics, until Alero parked her red jaguar in the front garage.

He hurried out of the car and held her door open. “I’m glad to still be in one piece,” he snickered.

Desire soared in her chest. “So it seems. And did you enjoy working with me today?” She handed over her car keys.

Her husband locked the car and strode behind her as they approached the front door. “It was great to see you at work. You were very professional. Reminded me of your modelling days. I was very impressed. Your workers respect you and I like that.”

A wide smile appeared on her lips, and in her heart. “It feels amazing to hear you say that, Kyle. Thank you.”

He winked. Her heart galloped. Zane always winked at her, but Kyle did his with a curl to his lips. Alero fled to the kitchen. “I need a drink. Do you want a drink, Kyle?”

Her husband stood beside her, his hand clamped her fingers on the door of the refrigerator. She stuck her head inside the cool space, and slowly took out a bottle of red wine. Yesterday, Kyle insisted they needed wine in the house. As much as she tried to shake Kyle off, he seemed to stick to her like glue.

“What’s on your mind, babe?” He retrieved the drink and opened it with a corkscrew.

She swallowed, searching for something to say. Kyle had made honeyed love to her the way they did when they first got married. He knew every button, every sensitive spot in her body and, she pleasured him until he screamed in ecstasy. In her head, her marriage was over, but her body wanted Kyle so bad, she was screwed.

“It is hard to take in the fact you’re here in flesh and body. You’ve been so affectionate and attentive, I’m wondering if I have the wrong man.”

Kyle filled two wine glasses, carried them to the living area and set them on one of the nest of tables by the two-cushion sofa.

“Come here, babe.”

Her chest pounded. There was so much she wanted to say, but her wayward body wanted only one thing – sex with Kyle.

He patted the space next to him on the sofa. “Sit down. I’m not going to eat you just yet. Let us talk. I know you have things to say to me.”

She flopped on the seat. “When did you become so intuitive?” The reference to
eating her up,
fanned the ball of flame lingering all day between her thighs. When Kyle laid almost nude on that massage bed in her salon, she toyed with the idea of having sex with him right there. But they’d had an audience, so she behaved.

“I’m going to make up for lost time, babe. I promise. It means I’m going to learn to give you all the love and attention you deserve.”

Alero grumbled beneath her breath.
Oh Kyle, why didn’t you come to this realization before Zane found me? God, help me.

“There are things I do in Casablanca you don’t know about.”

“Not crime, I hope,” he teased with a cute wink.

She shut her eyes and shook her head. After I started my business and made a decent profit, I made a commitment to devote ten percent of my monthly profits to the children who have no money for school lunches here. Zane helped me get in touch with the schools.

Kyle’s face stayed interested and impressed until she mentioned Zane. His eyes clouded, and he turned aside. He picked up the two glasses, gave her one glass with a nod, and raised his glass. “To us, a new start and abiding love.”

She raised her glass and murmured, “To us.”

“I have fears, Kyle, real fears.” She sipped her drink, and waited for his response.

Her husband sipped his and stared into his drink for a moment. “I know that, babe. I have my fears too. But we can work through it all. Tell you what? Why don’t we simply lay out our fears, here and now? Get it out in the open.”

Alero grinned. In the past, Kyle would have brushed what she had to say aside and given her vague excuses. She sat facing him with one leg curled beneath her butt.

“My biggest fear is returning to London to my old life. By that I mean, sitting at home, doing nothing of importance, waiting on you hand and foot, with no friends or family. It sucks! Here, in Casablanca, in six short months, I renovated this dump,” she rolled her eyes over the living space, “started a business, trained my team and got involved with local schools. Of course I didn’t do the last bit alone. I got help from Zane. I party when I want, and I have my space at the same time. Do I want to give it up? My answer is no.” She panted.

All the while, Kyle sipped his drink. “I get it and I’m very proud of you. I should have encouraged you to do what you wanted. I was blind and selfish. For that I’ sorry, and I’ll make it up to you. I want to invest in your business. I believe in you, babe.”

Her eyes widened. “Thank you,” she gushed, and kissed his lips.

Kyle didn’t kiss her back, but he smiled. His eyes held something back. “Let us agree on something, babe.”

“What is it?”

“Each time you mention his name, it hurts. You might as well take a knife and stick it right here.” He indicated the left side of his chest.

Alero leaned her forehead on his right shoulder, and clasped her fingers round his muscled biceps. Fireworks popped inside her.

“Yeah, I’m damn right jealous he taught you what I didn’t, and screwed you in the process. It makes me sick. But I have to swallow my pride because I was an idiot. But keep his name out of our conversation. Can you do me that favour?”

She pushed his arm playfully and snaked her arms round his washboard abdomen. “Hey! Don’t be jealous. I’m sorry. I promise to call him, my friend when I refer to him. Is that okay?” She could understand his point. If he mentioned any of the models he slept with in their conversation, she would be pretty cross.

Kyle leaned back in the sofa and set down his glass. “Your friend? Is he going to remain your friend?”

She nodded. “I want to keep him as a friend. He’s my friend. Please disregard what we did, you know what I mean.”

Kyle plugged his ears with his hands.

“He has been of great help to me and it would be callous of me to just shrug him off.”

For a long time, her husband stared at her. She didn’t blink. Alero wanted him to know she wasn’t about to give up everything for him, not as long as trust was still out of the door.

“And what if I say I’m scared you might get tempted to go back to him? For that reason, I need you to keep him away from our marriage.”

It was hard to believe she was negotiating the idea of keeping her ex-lover as a friend with her husband. Where did she get the nerve?

“I’ll tell you to please think about it. I don’t have any close friends. When we got married, you insisted that keeping my modelling friends was not a great idea, because they were all single. I agreed. In four years, I haven’t made a single friend, Kyle. Now, I have one, I want to keep him if he agrees.”

Kyle sat forward, his chin stiff with anger. “If he agrees? Don’t I have a say in this? Please find a female friend. You’ve got to understand how I feel about him.”

She shook her head. “For four years, I let you dictate everything that happened in my life. That’s going to have to change. He’s my friend, and I’m going to hurt badly if you ask me to kick our friendship away. He’s a good guy.”

He nodded. “And he has the power to hurt our marriage. We need to rebuild our lives together without him. Can’t you see that, babe?”

“Not if I speak to him, and explain how our relationship is going to work from now on.”

Kyle rested his head in both hands. “My God, what have I done to my marriage? I can’t believe we’re even having this conversation. I gave up the other women, every one of them. I’m asking you to do the same.”

Alero dragged in a ragged breath. “I lived with the fact you were screwing the girls behind my back.” At his questioning eyebrow, she added. “I got a call from LA every time you moved to a new model. I consoled myself with the knowledge you didn’t date them publicly. I thought it was because you respected what we shared. But when your dad brought in the little boy, every trust, every honour, faith and respect I had vanished into thin air. I have no way of knowing whether you can remain loyal to me. What if you go screwing another woman two years from now, what do I do? I would have given up everything for you in vain.”

Kyle exhaled, slowly removed her hands from his abs and strode outside.