When Love Breaks by jack

Chapter 68

But we were on the fast track to divorce.

1 tried to push him away, but I just didn’t have the strength. Panic rising, I was on the verge of tears “N

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 vulnerabilit

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.

The thing under my hand felt like it could burn me alive, I wanted to let go but couldn’t.

I stuttered, “What… what if I don’t help?”

He looked down at me, “Don’t know.”

Just as I was about to suggest dropping the whole thing, he added, “Kevin said it might kill

1.

The next morning, I was rudely awakened by the cold, seeking the warmth next to me instinctively.

Just as I was about to drift back to sleep, reality hit me!

When I opened my eyes, I found Bryant’s gaze filled with tenderness.

This was not like the superficial affection we shared during our three years of sleeping in the same bed; this was different.

But even now, I couldn’t bring myself to believe it.

After all, I knew all too well how good this man was at pretending.

Bryant’s voice was soft, “Slept well?”

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I responded, trying to distance myself, but the soreness in my arms made me gasp.

I didn’t even realize how long I had been at it.

At first, I was clumsy, just going back and forth

And then…

Images too explicit for words flooded my mind, and I avoided his gaze, asking, “Why are you in my bed?”

After it was all over last night, I was too exhausted and fell asleep during his attempt to clean up.

He looked serious as he replied, “After you fell asleep, you pulled me in, wouldn’t let me go.”

I wanted to argue, but had no defense, so I stayed silent and headed straight to the bathroom to freshen up.

Bryant followed, leaning against the bathroom door frame, “Are you busy this morning?”

Confused, I asked, “What’s up?”

Taking his time putting on his watch, Bryant said, “I’ll take you to the hospital for a full check-up.”