Chapter 39 - Chapter 38

Slumping in the cushioned seat, I force myself to watch the presentation on the big screen. The lights in Ashford's hall are down, and Dr Pretorius, the headmistress, is saying something about a new wing for the library. Just when my eyes start crossing and I'm on the verge of nodding off, a large hand grips my thigh, squeezes. I straighten in my seat, an indrawn breath loud to my own ears. In the dark, I cast a sideways glance at Siyabonga, seated beside me, watching the screen with narrowed eyes and a furrowed brow like it has his full attention. Slowly, he lifts the jacket from his lap and places it over mine. Beneath the jacket, his hand inches up my thigh and comes to rest between my legs, his touch burning a hole through my jeans.

I clutch his wrist, stopping his progress. He looks at me in the dim light, one eyebrow cocked. He leans over to whisper in my ear.

"Are you telling me no?" he asks, his breath on my neck eliciting a shiver.

I lean up to his ear. "I'm telling you not now."

"Why not?" His smile is devilish. "I'd love to hear how you sound when you scream my name."

I don't remember being a loud lover during our marriage, but every time we have sex, it feels like the whole house is on fire and I scream like a siren. I can't help it. This time around, I feel freer than I ever have. We always had extraordinary chemistry; now it feels even hotter. Every touch, every time, like walking across the sun. When I think it cannot possibly get any better, we reach some new level, climbing clouds to reach the next high.