July 2007
“Yes,” Ryan nodded, feeling the growing tension in his neck. He’d been bent over his computer for hours. “Yes, I know. Thank you for telling me; goodbye.”
He waited for the lawyer to hang up, then slammed the phone in the cradle. He’d filed for divorce months ago, but Colleen still refused to sign the papers; he had almost forgotten how stubborn she could be. It didn’t help that the children, at least Michael and Lena, were on her side. His frustrated scowl faded a bit as he remembered what he’d had with Colleen, before a vixen like Kara had come into his life.
“Is everything okay?”
Kara slinked into the room, dressed in a tiny, pink silk nightgown and a sheer, flowing robe. Her long, tousled blond waves and demure expression reminded him why he’d left his wife for her. She was everything Colleen had been—voluptuous, compliant, ready and willing to experiment.
“She’s just being difficult,” he pulled her in his lap. The press of her firm, round ass against him was intoxicating. “She’ll come around.”
She played with the top button of his open shirt, running her hand over the thin layer of dark hair on his chest.
“I don’t think your kids like me too much,” she said softly, her plump, naked lips turned in a frown.
“It’s been a while since they saw you,” he reminded her. “They’ve grown up since then.”
“But do you really want them?” she shrugged one slim shoulder, the sleeve of her robe slipping down her slender arm. “We won’t have as much time for us if they’re always around.”
He scowled again.
“She’d win if I let her have them,” it turned into an arrogant smirk. “Besides, they’re a tax break.”
She stared at him, but the shock faded quickly.
“Will everything still go like we planned?” she let the other sleeve fall.
“Of course,” his smirk dropped. “They’ll just be a little…delayed.”
She shook her head, touching his cheek.
“You’re lucky I’m so patient,” she told him, her lip curling when she glanced at his wedding band. He couldn’t shake the habit of wearing it. “How long has it been since you were actually happy with her?”
He chuckled.
“I barely remember, honestly,” he shrugged. “I don’t even know why I married her anymore.”
She hummed thoughtfully, then took his hand.
“You loved her at some point, I’m sure,” she pulled the ring off, smiling when it clinked to the floor, rolling away and clattering to a stop somewhere. “But I can’t see it any more than you do.”
He laughed again, then wrapped his arms more tightly around her. She smiled, licking her lips before she kissed him soundly.
“You’ll have the life you always wanted with me, honey,” she whispered, peppering his mouth with more kisses. “You’ll see.”
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