All Chapters of Pleasured by my Ex-Husband’s Uncle: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

MELANIE ~•~ My legs threatened to snap shut, but his hold over my thighs was firm. He placed slow kisses along my thigh until he finally reached my center. He kept his eyes on me as he ran his tongue across my slit. My hips bucked up without warning. Christian’s palm rested on my stomach. “Stay still, Ms. Juarez.” The vibration made my legs shake embarrassingly but that was nothing compared to being addressed professionally while we were anything but that at the moment. He gave me no heads-up as he kissed my lower lips, my hands fisting the sheets, needing something to hold on to. When he closed his mouth over the most sensitive point and sucked lightly, my head tipped back against the pillow and a moan tore free before I could stop it. “Christian…” He hummed against me in answer, the vibration sending another pulse of heat through my body. One of his hands left my thigh. A moment later I felt the press of a finger, then two, sliding into me while his mouth continued i

MELANIE~•~“Do you have a guest?”I closed my eyes briefly. Technically, I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I was single. Christian was single. I didn’t owe Patrick anything. His uncle and I just happened to share a bed together. What was so wrong in that?However, I couldn’t fathom the idea of both men running into each other. Christian didn’t seem like he’d care, but with the way Patrick had reacted after I lied to him that I slept with someone else the previous week, I really didn’t want him to know about what happened the previous night.“Who’s there?” He tried to look inside the apartment above my head.I took a step outside and closed the door behind me, bringing his attention to me. “No one.”“Then did a ghost move something?”I glared at Patrick. Was this his way of showing remorse? “Did you come here to talk properly or to be sarcastic with me?”Patrick didn’t let it go. He just couldn’t let it go. “Is it Celina?” He asked, spitting out the name like she was the reason for our d

MELANIE~•~After Patrick left, I was overly aware of Christian’s presence in my home.The man had never even visited his nephew, at least not while I was still married to him, but he was very comfortable in my little apartment. It was nothing compared to his huge penthouse but he didn’t seem to care.I could feel his eyes on me as I stirred the eggs and I had to force myself not to turn around and meet his gaze.I’d made breakfast a million times but my hands shook as I fried the egg. I was unsettled, not in a bad way. I was just unsettled. It was surreal. After two months of working with him, I’d slept in his hotel room and his penthouse. He’d also slept in my apartment. After I was done, I carried the stack of toast and the plate of eggs to the kitchen island, where he was already waiting for me. I turned back around and cut up a few fruits and heard him chuckle behind me. “I’m not a child, Melanie. I can eat whole fruits.”“Too late,” I muttered and placed the cut fruits in front

PATRICK ~•~ The moment my mother found out about the divorce, she informed everyone in the family, which was why I didn’t want her to find out in the first place. They even tried to reach out to Melanie against my will and by evening the next day, we were gathered in the living room. My grandmother occupied the central chair, her cane resting against the armrest. My mother sat to her right with a rigid posture. Vivian was on the opposite sofa, her hands folded neatly in her lap. I remained standing longer than necessary before finally taking the remaining seat. My father, as always wasn’t present, and my grandfather just didn’t care enough about matters like this. “Why did you and Melanie divorce?” my grandmother asked without wasting time. “She wanted to leave,” I said honestly, but I also wasn’t honest enough to explain everything that actually happened. Making it seem like I let her leave would save me face anyway. My mother’s eyes narrowed. “People don’t end a marriag

MELANIE~•~I looked up from the screen to Christian who was watching it with a clenched jaw.I grabbed the phone and silenced the call, putting it on my thigh. The call rang out, then started again.“You should take it.” He nodded toward the phone.“It’s fine. It’s probably not urgent.” I silenced the call again. “What did you want to talk about?”A muscle in his jaw ticked, then he leaned back in his chair. “Friday,” was all he said.I gulped. So we were talking about personal things then. “What about it?”“Don’t do that,” he said calmly, almost making me feel like a child. “You already called it a mistake once. If that’s what you think again, you might as well say it to my face.”I chewed on my bottom lip. Calling our consensual kiss a mistake had been cruel. If he had been the one to call it a mistake, I probably would have never entangled myself with him again.Besides, I couldn’t call it a mistake this time when I didn’t touch any alcohol. It had been a conscious decision to inv