Filed to story: When His Wife Can’t Forgive
After a few seconds of silence, he replied in his usual calm tone, “Because you were too slow. I got impatient.”
Alicia stole a glance at him.
You should be grateful I haven’t hit you yet. Given our relationship, feeding you mouth-to-mouth feels like a punishment,” she said.
Caden let out a chuckle. “What relationship?”
Alicia didn’t know how to respond to that.
She honestly had no idea what their relationship was. Neither of them could stand the other, yet their sexual chemistry was undeniable.
Joshua stood as a giant obstacle between them, complicating everything with their tangled history. They weren’t friends, nor could they navigate a casual friends-with-benefits arrangement without discomfort. The situation was far too complicated, leaving her unsure of how to proceed.
Caden didn’t see the point in arguing with her.
He leaned back slightly and instructed, “Feed me.”
Alicia paused, sensing that escape wasn’t an option. Gathering her resolve, she finally took a sip of the pear soup.
Just as she leaned in closer, her lips quivered, and the soup slipped down her throat.
In the end, she gave up. “I can’t do this.”
Caden showed no signs of concern. “Why are you so on edge? You weren’t this shy when you were all over me before.”
Alicia’s eyes widened in disbelief. “That’s completely different! I was acting that way because I was hammered!”
“You’re not drunk now. Your self-control should be intact. That means you shouldn’t feel nervous.” She had no response.
“Is it because of a lack of confidence?” He leaned in closer as he spoke. “Are you worried you might lose control and repeat your previous actions?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself!” she argued.
Caden scoffed. “So, what’s holding you back?”
Alicia found herself momentarily speechless. After a brief internal battle, she finally asked, “If I feed you, will you give me what I want?”
“Yes,” he replied simply.
Alicia took a deep breath to steady herself.
“Close your eyes,” she instructed.
Caden’s gaze lingered on her glistening lips.
Even from this close, he couldn’t spot a single imperfection on her skin.
He felt an undeniable attraction toward her.
Adam’s apple bobbed as he added, “Shouldn’t you be the one closing your eyes? That way, you can pretend I’m Joshua.”
Alicia felt a surge of frustration. “Do you want the soup or not?” He was so chatty!
After that, Caden shut his eyes.
Alicia composed herself, took a sip of the soup, and leaned in closer to him.
Feeding him this way felt far more challenging than kissing.
Fortunately, Caden was accommodating.
As their lips met, he opened his mouth, making it easier for her to feed him the soup.
She scooped too much soup on her first attempt, revealing her lack of experience.
Neither of them could contain it, and a fair amount spilled out.
Caden used his tongue to catch the soup.
Alicia guided it into his mouth, and in the close quarters, their tongues inevitably brushed against each other.
The sweet flavor of the pear broth was delightful. He had expected the warmth from her mouth to be unpleasant.
Instead, it turned out to be surprisingly intoxicating.
He pressed his lips together and swallowed.
Once their tongues separated, Alicia instinctively licked the juice from the corner of his lips. She even cleaned a stain from his chin.
Caden’s body tensed at her unexpected action.
Realizing what she had just done, Alicia suddenly froze. “I didn’t mean to…” she stammered. “I just didn’t want to waste it.”
Caden stared at her more intensely.
He could feel his desire beginning to overwhelm him.
“You haven’t completely perfected the game of playing hard to get, but you’ve definitely become more adept at the art of seduction.”
Alicia felt her cheeks heat up. “No, I…”
She wasn’t trying to entice him at all.
Caden gritted his teeth, struggling to control his growing desire. “Keep going.”
Alicia understood that if this continued, something was inevitably going to happen.
Caden’s eyes were already brimming with desire.
It seemed her instincts were eerily spot-on.
After she fed him the final spoonful of soup, desperately clinging to her last bit of clarity, she attempted to escape, but he swiftly pinned her to the chair.
He pressed his chest against hers as he kissed her with authority.
Then, he held her chin.
Soon, his tongue invaded her mouth.
Alicia began to waver.
During sex, Caden was a completely different man.
Usually, he was impeccably dressed. He projected an air of refinement and restraint. Aside from his occasionally aloof demeanor, he was never aggressive.
But when lust took over, he transformed into a ravenous predator.
And right now, he was savoring every inch of her.
He wanted to enjoy every part of her body.
Feeling his kiss move downward, Alicia opened her eyes and saw the ceiling above. Her vision went blurry.
She was enveloped tightly in his strong arms.
He pulled her closer into his embrace.
She squirmed in his grasp. Her slender legs thrashed about, heightening her sense of vulnerability. Caden slipped his hand beneath her clothing, exploring her curves with a careful yet eager touch.
Alicia gasped in surprise, clutching his muscular arm.
“Caden, you…”
Everything was a chaotic mess once more.
It all ended up in disarray.
Caden was infuriating. He shouldn’t be doing this with her.
He silenced her with a kiss. His voice was rough as he said, “Don’t you want this?”
Alicia nearly melted under the intensity of his gaze.
“You’ve set your mind to it from the beginning. So why bother asking me to cook?”
He wanted her, but earlier, he had ridiculed her for buying condoms.
He had acted superior back then, but now he craved more.
Dream on!
Caden responded, “I never meant for your body to be part of our arrangement. Asking you to cook for me is the reward I seek. What’s happening now is simply the natural attraction between a man and a woman.”
Alicia was caught off guard.
She hadn’t expected him to say something like that. In the business world, he was always assertive and ruthless. He wasn’t the type to consider feelings.
They had been at odds for so long, each eager to one-up the other, yet here he was, expressing himself. It was she who had underestimated everything.
She murmured, “I didn’t see it that way at first.”
If it had been anyone else pressuring her, she wouldn’t have agreed to go upstairs.