Lost Me, Gained Regret (Jane and Bryant Ferguson) novel Chapter 68

But we were on the fast track to divorce.

I tried to push him away, but I just didn't have the strength. Panic rising, I was on the verge of tears, "No, Bryant, please, no!"

"Don’t cry... You don't want this?" His voice was rough, his eyes a deep crimson, restraint palpable in his gaze.

"No..."

"Alright."

He closed his eyes for a moment, veins throbbing on his forehead, breathing heavy as if he was fighting with every ounce of his being, but eventually, he let me go.

Clutching my hands together, I whispered, "So, you'll..."

"Jane."

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, desire unabated, if anything, more intense. He pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing my ear, "Help me out, will you?"

Maybe it was the confusion clouding my mind, but I detected a plea in his voice.

My heart skipped a beat, "How can I help?"

That question, in his mind, was consent. He leaned down, his arms scooping beneath my knees, lifting me off the ground.

Instinctively, my arms wrapped around his neck, a position that screamed vulnerability.

He took two steps towards the living room couch and sat down, my legs still wrapped around his waist.

Trying to escape the heat between us, I shifted back.

His desire-filled gaze swept down, his voice husky, "You've made my pants wet."

Confused, I followed his gaze, noticing a damp patch on his black dress pants...

Embarrassment flooded me, but seeing the pleasure in his eyes sparked my irritation. "How exactly can I help you?" I asked.

Bryant leaned back, his warm, dry hands gently gripping my wrists, slowly caressing.

The next second, I heard the crisp sound of a belt buckle...

I shivered, his hand guiding mine to his dick.

"Just like this," he murmured, voice dark and husky.

I stared at him, face aflame with shock.

Three years married, and sure, we've been intimate. But this was a first.