Illicit Affair- Chapter 2-New Boundaries - Sex Stories

Illicit Affair- Chapter 2-New Boundaries

... pair of masculine arms wrapped around her waist from behind, surprising her. “I see you found my present.” Casey kissed her neck, pulling her closer to him. “You didn’t have to do this.” “I did, and I wanted to. You deserve so much more, Rache.” He sensually kissed her skin again, but the contact seemed to bother her. “I’m sorry, it’s just…” “Too soon,” he answered. “I get it.” Casey sighed and pulled out the opera tickets. “If you don’t want to go to this, I completely understand.” He was hoping she would decline. Rachel loved the performing arts, and she’d always wanted to go to an opera with Casey. “I’d love to go with you.” She smiled softly. “Then it’s a date?” She nodded, beaming now. “It’s a date.” Casey caressed her face and kissed her forehead lovingly. “Let me cook you up some dinner. You must be starving.” “I am.” He wound up cooking some fettuccine Alfredo with a freshly tossed Caesar salad and red wine. Rachel thoroughly enjoyed the dinner and they talked like a normal couple for once without arguing back and forth. It had felt like old times again. When she looked into his dark eyes, he seemed familiar to her again. And for a brief while, she was able to convince her bleeding heart that it was never broken, that Casey Levy was her one true love, and that their dream was never shattered. But when bedtime approached, Rachel slipped under the covers, turned out her bedside lamp, and slept on her side, facing the window instead of curling into the arms of her ...

... “beloved.” Casey switched off his lamp as well and twisted his body to kiss Rachel’s head. “Goodnight, sweetie.” “’Night.” She felt him shift around on the mattress until he finally got comfortable. Rachel closed her eyes and tried to sleep. She should have been thinking about Casey and his romantic gestures, but the only person who was occupying her thoughts so late... was Gabriel. ~oOo~ The most melancholy overture of violin strings echoed from Gabriel King’s luxurious living room. It was a song composed by history’s Classical genius, Mozart. A choir of Soprano voices began to sing Lacrimosa in unison; their voices heightening to a crescendo. Gabriel stood by his floor to ceiling window, drink in hand, watching the nightlife in meditative thought. He closed his eyes for a brief moment. The only time he was able to feel anything so deeply was when he was listening to music. It was his sanctuary in a way. As depressing as this song was, it gave him an odd sense of comfort. He finished his drink and sauntered toward the kitchen. The floor plan had an open concept design, and all his furniture was very modern and masculine. There was no trace of a woman’s touch or any photos of friends and family members on display. He was a wealthy and lonely bachelor, who had a love hate relationship with monogamy. Sure, he had slept with a variety of women, but he never led them on. Gabriel was always honest about his intentions. In all his years of practice, no woman had managed to lock him down. ...