CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

CRAIG's POV

The room was swimming, I was darn sure of that. The picture on the wall looked askew like it was going to fall on me.

Everyone at the club had left, and I had been alone in that corner for the past one hour nursing a bottle of cognac.

I knew I should stop. I knew I should sit with my thoughts, sober, in control, and try to figure out how to actually handle things. I wanted to, but this time around, I felt helpless. I felt unable to properly articulate anything.

I looked at my cell again. It was ringing. My driver was probably trying to salvage matters his own way. These days, anywhere we went, he took the underdog role of being my keeper. More times than once he had been the one I called before I passed out.

Saint was a good man. So I decided to take his call.

"Yeah?" I could barely get any words out.

"Sir, would you like me to take you home?" He asked briskly.

I knew he no longer had reservations with me like he used to. He had seen too much of me in my down moments.

"Saint, you see the way things have been, don't you?"

"I see then sir," he replied promptly.

"These things make me sad, Saint. They break me truly," I kept going, unable to stop myself.

"How can help sir?"

"I need to get home. My wife must be worried," I replied feeling a fleeting moment of sobriety.

In no time, Saint was in the club helping me to my feet. It took all the self-control in the world and remembering that he was only my driver to stop me from throwing my hands around him and crying.

The pain, it clawed at my heart. I wanted to let go of everything as it was. I wanted my wife back but my parents wouldn't stop complaining, they wouldn't let me be. They kept butting in like they didn't have their own life to live. That was exactly my problem with nosy geriatrics. It was either they wanted a new grandchild or they didn't like the wife you chose.

"Careful sir. I need you to watch your steps." I needed to give the young man a raise. At this point, he was both my driver and my guardian Angel.

The people in my industry weren't helping matters. I was patiently waiting for everyone to get my name the fuck out of their mouths but it looked like it was going to take longer than I expected. At every one of the boys gathering, everyone had something to say about my wife. Some of them were quite respectful in their approach but there was always the 'do not give a damn about anybody' frat boys.

"Sir, we are here." Saint was giving me a slight shake when I woke up.

For a full minute, I was disoriented wondering where exactly I was. Slowly all the memories I was trying to drown in cognac came back with full force threatening to drive me to the edge of insanity.

Saint was already in help mode because he was coming around to help me get into the house but I shook him off. This was familiar territory so I very much doubted I was going to experience any difficulties but there was the small fear that my wife was going to see me being assisted like a fucking geriatric.

The shock waiting for me immediately after I got into the house was one I will always remember. Sitting there in the dark was Kim.

Kim wearing nothing but a sheer dressing gown. Kim looking at me as though she could see my future and my past.

She stood up immediately when I entered. "I have been waiting for you, Craig." She was moving toward me like she wanted to hold me or something.

I moved away like I was burned. I couldn't take her touching. I knew that all my walls would crumble if she did. I felt the excruciating pain of wanting her but needing to keep my distance.

"Yeah, why's that?" I queried, keeping all the emotion out of my voice.

"You really can't keep coming home this late. You have a child," she said in a calm tone that made all the hair on my body rise in desire.

None of what she said warranted this reaction but I had missed her too much. I was craving her so bad.

Too late because before I could further move away, she gathered me into her arms and hugged me like I was her twelve-year-old son going through a lot of trauma. I had more fights in me but I really just wanted to stay, right now this was where I wanted to be. I didn't want to pull away.

I was hugging her back like my life depended on it. We stood there, time stopped, time started again and I was still within the circle of her arms. I didn't think it through but I was digging my hands in her hair and dragging her lips to mine. She put up no resistance and in seconds I was devouring her mouth. All the pent-up desire, all the hunger I had held back because I was angry.

I was lost in her lips. I had wanted to kiss her like this for the longest but I was holding back. I wasn't holding back anymore, lips for lips, bite for bite, passion for passion. Kim was matching every bit of my madness and I was craving more every second that passed. I had missed her body. I just wanted to see her, in all her feminine glory.

I had a burning desire to taste her. I had forgotten what she tasted like and I wanted so bad to remind myself. So actions followed thoughts. I gently lowered her on one of her minimalist cushions or whatever she called the new house decor.

I got on my knees and gently pulled up the sheer robe. As if she could read my intentions, she wildly arched her pussy in the direction of her mouth.

I lowered my head and took her clitoral bub into my mouth. I sucked and licked and she screamed and arched. I wanted to remind her that we had a household full of other people that would wake up if she kept screaming but I was too distracted by the taste of her.

So instead I focused on tasting her essence and savoring every flavor that hit my tongue.

"Arch for me!" I commanded her in a low growl.

"C'mon. Arch for daddy, you naughty girl."

Oh, she did arch, wildly, as wildly as she could.

All this arching was driving me crazy so I simply flipped her on her back and entered her one smooth motion. With one free hand, I covered her mouth to muffle her moan.

I was hitting every single core and I knew it because Kim was crying out my name at every pulse. I would gloat in satisfaction but the effect she had on me was worse than the one I had on her. I had to hold back and pull out to stop myself from nutting.

The pressure was crazy. I was on the brink of madness but I went on because to stop would be to further threaten myself with insanity so I continued, sliding in and out at a steady rhythm, till I felt her bucking wildly against me. She was coming and I let myself go.

I knew the moment she crescendoed. I knew when she came back to earth and I was right with her every minute of the way.

We both lay there sated, satisfied. It had been too long since I felt this. I had craved it for too long. I wore my evening slacks and carried her up to her room without saying a word. The pressure of her body on mine was turning me on again. This woman was going to be the end of me. I still didn't know what to say to her.

I had no idea if I was even ready to speak to her but her body wasn't going to let me go.

I wanted her every hour. I wanted her every fucking minute of every day. This woman was actually my own undoing.

When I got to her room, I gently dropped her on the bed. I planned to drop her and run back to my room but she held onto my hand, and my heart melted. In that moment I just wanted whatever the fuck she wanted.

I sat down there. She wanted to put her head close to my groin but my erection was in the way. I wanted to adjust myself so her head could be on my thigh but instead, she opened the fly of my slacks, took out my dick, and started slurping.

I wanted to stop her, honestly, but I couldn't help how helpless I felt under her ministration. From slurping my dick to having my cock in her the whole night.

It was one night after all. I guess we would figure out the rest of that shit tomorrow morning.