Jason’s gaze rested on Estre, a flicker of restlessness shing in his eyes as he felt the weight of


    many eyes upon her. His right hand grazed her side, a touch both possessive and tender, as he


    murmured, “I can’t stand the thought of all these people ogling you.”


    Estre rolled her eyes. Men always took what they had for granted until someone else showed


    interest. Then even the mundane became precious.


    With a disdainful look, Estre brushed Jason’s hand away as it crept beneath her blouse to caress the


    softness of her breast. She’d tried to soothe his ego before, but he had been indifferent. Now that she


    was fed up and ready to walk away, he came crawling back. How typical.


    Breaking free from Jason’s grasp, Estre hadn’t gone far when he pulled her back. “Where do you


    think you’re going?”


    Estre turned, exasperated. “To take a shower. Do I need to file a formal request?”


    “I don’t mind you as you are,” Jason replied, as Estre pushed against his chest.


    “Well, I mind you,” she retorted. They’d just had an argument, and she wasn’t in the mood to sleep with


    him, no matter how skilled he might be.


    Estre took the clothes and went to the bathroom, while Jason went to the floor-to-ceiling window and


    lit a cigarette. The smoke rings were flowing slowly and


    heavily, and Jason also breathed out a sigh slowly.


    The earlier spat seemed to have dissipated, but Estre’s temper had been ring up more. often, even


    broaching the topic of divorce twice.


    When Estre emerged from the bathroom, Jason snuffed out another cigarette in the ashtray. She


    shot him a nce. “You’ve been smoking a lottely.”


    He opened the window wide. “I wouldn’t need to if you didn’t get on my nerves.”


    Estreughed. “I have that much influence over you?”


    Jason couldn’t help but admire Estre’s forthrightness. Moments after a fight, she could still joke


    around.


    Now, she sauntered toward him in a crimson nightgown that made her skin glow and her beauty more


    radiant, like a starlet from an old Hollywood flick.


    She smoothed hand lotion over her skin, and as Jason encircled her from behind, his hands found their


    familiar ces on her waist and breast.


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    After taking a shower, she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Jason deliberately ran his thumb twice across


    her nipple. Estre flicked her gaze upwards, catching their reflection in the vanity mirror. Jason, his


    gold-rimmed sses perched on his nose, rested his chin tiredly


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    on her shoulder, eyes closed. Slowing the rhythm of rubbing in her hand cream, she slipped her right


    foot out of her slipper, gently rubbing her soft sole against his calf, “Feeling frisky?”


    Jason pinched her gently, causing Estre to gasp in surprise. “Are you out of your mind?!” she


    snapped back, “If these were fake, you would have popped them by now!”


    “If they were fake, I wouldn’t even bother touching them,” Jason retorted.


    In response, Estre stomped on his foot with her slipper. Jason reacted by pulling her towards him


    and spinning her around so they were face to face. He leaned in and kissed her gently, their quarrel


    seemingly forgotten in that moment.


    They pressed into each other, his arms wrapping around Estre’s waist. The quiet night wrapped


    around them, their bodies close in spite of their previous argument.


    As Jason’s lips moved over hers, Estre couldn’t deny the rush of pleasure it brought her. She


    reached up to sp the back of his neck pulling him closer as he scooped her up and ced her on the


    vanity table. In the mirror, she saw her reflection – the naked shoulder peeping out from her red robe


    was an enticing sight.


    In the silence that followed, Jason’s lips traced a path from her mouth, across her cheek and to her


    earlobe, where he whispered her name. Estre tilted her head back, eyes closed as she lost herself in


    Jason’s touch.


    “Mmm…” Estre moaned, leaning her head back with her eyes closed. Her dark, wavy hair tumbled


    loosely, creating a breathtaking sight.


    .Thoughts of pregnancy and children didn’t cross their minds. All their worries were forgotten, buried


    deep beneath the physical urge they both harbored for each other. Embraced in this moment, they


    indulged in each other, basking in the pleasure their bodies provided.


    Standing between her legs, Jason covered her skin and tits with kisses, driving Estre into a sea of


    pleasure.


    She felt him. He was very…


    As her robe slid below her shoulders, Estre opened her eyes justo find Jason staring right at her.


    She smirked at him, “Impressive…”


    Smiling back, he gently bit on her chin, “I am the only one who can satisfy you.”


    “Oh, really?” Estre teased back as she snaked her arms around his neck; “Shouldn’t we take this to


    the bed?”


    Hearing this, Jason carefully picked her up and gently set her down onto their bed as if she were fragile


    china. Once on the bed, Estre shrugged off her robe remained only in


    her ckcy underwear. “I’ve been hunched over theputer all day.” she half-asked,


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    half-instructed. “You can help me rx.”


    With her lying prone on the bed, her perfect legs and round bottom were on full disy. Jason yfully


    smacked her bottom, joking, “So now I’m your masseur?”


    Sheughed and shot back, “Sounds like fun! Besides, you could stand to engage in a little. forey.


    First, you can help me rx. Then, I’ll take the lead.”


    With that, she reached for the hem of Jason’s sleepwear, beckoning him to join her. Jason began giving


    her a back massage which Estre seemed to enjoy immensely as she hummed in satisfaction, “Wow


    Jason, you’re just as good, no, better than the real professionals.”


    Despite her enjoyment, Jason’s tone was serious as he worked on her aching muscles, “Stay away


    from Korey. I don’t like it.”


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