What My Husband Shouldn't Know

POV VICTORIA

Cause I want to touch 

you baby And I want to feel you too I want to see the sun rise Over your sins, just you and me

When I wake up, everything around the room is bathed in sunlight. I look at the clock, it's 8:43 am on Saturday. Even with my body asking for another ten or fifteen minutes of sleep, I get up.

I head to the closet in search of the most comfortable dress I can find. I end up opting for a daring piece, a tight black dress, not too short. My inner goddess applauds. It's a simple dress, I like the fact that it makes my legs look more shapely. I feel passable.

I go back to the room and put on a slipper. My hair isn't bad, so just a few strokes with the brush will make it presentable.

I leave the room after getting ready and make my way to the kitchen, where I spot Mrs. men. She's busy with breakfast and doesn't notice me.

- good morning - I try a light approach so as not to scare her.

- Good morning, Vic - Mrs. Homes says with a bright smile.

- Where's Christopher? - I ask. I haven't seen him since this morning. It might have just been sleep or the remnants of the nightmare I had last night, but he seemed strange, even oblivious to me.

- Mr. Blanc has been in the office since early. May I serve you some tea? - She asks with an expectant voice, but not enough to hide her desire to change the subject. I nod and sit on the bench in front of the counter.

I watch casually as Gina fills the cup with hot water. 

I eat everything she puts on her plate, not because I'm hungry, but because I don't want a fight with my husband. Besides, I want him talkative to ask a few things about dawn.

Taiga, the security guard, appears in the kitchen and gives me a formal look.

- Mrs. Blanc - he greets.

- Hi, Taiga - I give him a smile.

Gina and Taiga strike up a professional conversation, in a low, measured tone. 

I feign indifference to both of them and continue eating the almonds. I take my last sip of orange juice to my mouth and, through the glass of the glass, I see two well-dressed men enter the kitchen.

They are tall, with the posture of a closet. By the pole, clothing and the way they entered the place, they are certainly security. 

I roll my eyes. It's not like this house needs all this security. This is inconceivable for any ordinary citizen.

- Where were you? I hear Christopher's voice hiss behind me and I almost choke.

I turn my face just in time to catch his hard gaze on the men. An understatement is to say that the image of these two closets picking each other over Christopher's accusatory tone isn't funny.

- We found her, sir - Taiga takes the men's word, even rudely.

Christopher looks at him with understanding and gives him a nod. 

In part, he doesn't want to share this matter with me or Ginny. However, his voice is raised to anger on some levels.

"Fine," Christopher mutters. Ginny leaves and I decide to do the same. There is no worse situation than discomfort in your own home.

I get up and walk towards the bedroom. It doesn't seem like a good time for a conversation with Christopher, and he didn't even look at me!

"Welch has discovered the origin of the trackers," I hear one of the men say as I take some distance.

This matter does not concern you! My subconscious retorts.

- Apparently it was Mrs. Conty - the same man says. I feel the blood drain from my face.

Ellen... Conty

I stop in my tracks, I'm static. So the "mystery subject" is about Ellen Bitch Conty! I go back to the kitchen at once. My steps are as fast as my anatomy will allow.

It certainly doesn't involve me, but this woman isn't my favorite topic of discussion. I want to know when and why she is mentioned and especially when they want me to abstain from knowledge, after all, she's one of the crazy ex's that Chris has.

I reenter the room and see one of the men hand Christopher a small box.

- Mrs. County? Ellen? - I ask. At that moment, I gain everyone's attention, especially Christopher, who stares at me as if the question doesn't please him. I cross my arms under my breasts, waiting...

'I'm waiting for an answer,' I say.

displeased!

I look uselessly at Taiga for an answer. As I thought, uselessly, he would never say.

The men affectionately nicknamed the Cabinets exit the kitchen after a meaningful look on the part of Taiga, who departs as well.

"That's none of your business," Christopher says by way of explanation.

"A lot of things in my life don't concern you, and yet you know everything," I murmur.

He sighs in anticipation before throwing his words at me.

- Vic... - Christopher tries - I want to protect you - his voice is softer than either of us assume.

- I'm not glass. If I'm your wife, it's to be on your side as much as you are on mine - I say calmly. I don't want him angry with me, and I don't want to be angry either. My goals are to get him talking and try to appease his mood.

Well, calming down would be nice too. 

I walk over to him, closing the distance between us. When I get close enough to hear his heartbeat, I frame my arms around his neck and pull him to me, as best I can, for a hug.

Christopher wraps me in a hug and buries his nose in my hair.

- I don't want you to worry, okay? - He asks in a whisper.

I nod in a peaceful gesture. I hear his heart beat more steadily, and even though he's a volcano covered by the iceberg, his breath doesn't negate the worry.

Christopher lifts my chin so I can look into his eyes. He tilts his lips and seals me with a quick kiss.

Christopher bites my bottom lip and I let out an almost involuntary groan. His deft tongue slides across my lips in a smooth, wet kiss. As in a sensual tango, our tongues meet in every touch. My lips swell with the pent-up desire between my legs. Christopher lowers the hand that was on my chin to my breast and squeezes lightly.

"Oh," I moan softly. I grab Christopher's hair and bring him closer to me, turning the kiss that started out soft into a more carnal high.

He leads me backward with cautious steps until my ass finds the counter right behind us.

"Hmm," I grumble against his mouth.

I muster all the strength in my core and push Christopher's chest with both hands. He doesn't move, but moves away minimally. Well, that's enough for me to charge my curiosity satiation.

'You're winding me up, Blanc,' I say breathlessly.

"Let's make a deal," he suggests.

"I can't imagine which." I bat my eyelashes innocently. Christopher smiles at the sexual charge in my voice.

- I'll tell you later. Now…” Before my brain can reason his speech, Christopher grabs my waist and lifts me into a sitting position on the counter.

"Ah!" I scream in surprise.

- I want to spank you - he completes. The playful smile that filled my face is replaced by the captivity of my teeth, which grip my bottom lip painfully.

- I still don't... - Before even completing the sentence, Christopher pulls my waist towards him and automatically our bodies are together.

He covers my lips with his and forces his tongue into my mouth. It's undeniable that I can't resist, I return his kiss with the same intensity.

I cross my legs on his torso and his aroused member grazes my sex. I'm pulled to the edge of the counter. It's almost a test of confidence where my body leans against his. Feeling his member touch the most sensitive part of me is like we are one.

Would you let me guide you even when you're blind? 

In the dark, in the middle of the night, In the silence, when there's no one by your side

It fits perfectly between my legs. Christopher runs his fingers down the back of my dress and starts undoing the buttons from bottom to top.

Even opening the dress cautiously, his fingers touch the bare skin of her back, causing goose bumps that start at the back of my neck and end in my belly.

I rotate my hips on his pants-covered cock to rub them both. Christopher moans against my lips, a deep throaty moan that fuels my libido.

His mouth deflects its delicious attacks and moves to my neck, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to the lap of my breasts.

- Christopher - I call pulling his hair. I want him inside me, his mouth roaming my skin, feeling him release into me, hearing his moans.

I want anything I can get from this man.