Page 120 of Checkmate
Alex stroked his cock as a familiar feeling built in his stomach. His balls tightened, and with a groan of pleasure, he came, staring the screen. There she was in all her glory, spread-eagled on the bed and staring into the camera as he fucked her furiously.
Erica.
God, he missed her. Every day, he missed her and longed for her. Now, all he had were a handful of pictures and this tape they made, which he could only watch muted in case Sophie was lingering.
He’d give anything to have her again. To fuck her again.
The high from his orgasm quickly left him, his previously pleasured groan becoming a sob as it occurred to him once again exactly what he had lost. He was the biggest fool of all.
Hearing footsteps coming up the stairs, he wiped his hand on a nearby towel, grabbed the remote, and shut the TV off hastily. Sophie entered the room, already smiling, approaching the bed like a predator.
“You took far too long up here,” she purred, stripping her clothes as she walked. “I got lonely.”
He ran his gaze over her body, grabbing his cock once more and stroking his length as he felt the familiar stirrings of stimulation.
She may not be who he wanted right now, but at least she could still get him hard. And after everything he had done to Erica, he had no choice but to take what he could get.
PRESENT DAY
Alex groaned as he emptied himself inside Sophie, her legs wrapping around him and holding him inside her. Once, her cries of pleasure were the most exciting sound he could imagine. But they did nothing for him now as his climax ended as quickly as it came.
Tapping her leg, he pulled out of her, rolling into the space next to her.
“That was amazing,” she breathed, curling up against his side, her hand resting lightly on his chest.
“Mm,” he replied, squeezing her shoulder. If amazing to her was a quick fumble with minimal foreplay, then she had low standards. More likely, she was lying through her teeth like he was. Their sex life had quickly become stale and fucking her felt more like a chore than a desire to be inside her.
For him, this was another orgasm, just a step up from his hand.
Sex had lost almost all its appeal.
“We should get some sleep,” he said, already pulling away. She tugged on his arm, holding him in place.
“Five minutes won’t hurt,” she reasoned. “I like snuggling with you, and we barely talk anymore.”
He could argue they had never really talked. They said all the right things to one another and made it seem like they were compatible, but in reality, they fucked and flirted. And for all that, he’d lost his marriage with a woman who was his equal in every way.
Well, that wasn’t accurate.
He knew now that Erica was too good for him. But at least with her, he had something to strive for, a goal in mind. Everything he did was to make himself worthy of her. He thought he had been doing a good job until Sophie came into his life.
“I need a good sleep for the meeting tomorrow,” he said. “Look, Soph. I don’t mean to be an ass, but I need my game face on. We’re so close to losing the London group, and I don’t know why.”
“You won’t lose them,” she said, in what he imagined she thought was a soothing tone. “They love you!”
That wasn’t true. They used to love him when he was a respectable man in a happy marriage. Now, shacked up with his mistress, rumours were flying about inappropriate behaviour in the office.
Admittedly, they were not unfounded rumours.
Sophie was obsessed with fucking in his office and making sure everyone knew it. He’d learned it was quicker to get it over with than try to turn her down. That just led to pouting and distractions, so he couldn’t focus on his work. A quick shag shut her up and let him concentrate.
Only that attitude was catching up to him.
The London group did not want to be associated with a playboy businessman who couldn’t keep it in his pants. Hell, he wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like him, either.
It didn’t help that Sophie lacked certain social graces that came naturally to Erica. She was a people person and possessed a natural ability to put anyone at ease. When speaking with Erica, she made a person feel valued and heard. Over the years, clients had warmed to her immediately, and he had been proud to have her on his arm, charming people effortlessly.
When Sophie looked at his clients, she saw nothing more than a paycheck. It was almost as though you could see the pound signs in her eyes. With her on his arm, it had forced him to develop an awkward chuckle to cover her lapses in judgment. It made him appreciate how little he used to have to do to win over a new client.
