Just like Grey Singles 7: Just like Grey Singles, #7

By Jessie Cooke

HEA Standalone 10k Word Coffee-break Short HOT Story - NO Cliffhanger

I wanted him to pin me to the bed, I wanted to feel as though I couldn't have escaped from underneath him, even if I had wanted to.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Redline Publishing
• Release date: Sep 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201007454

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Just like Grey Singles #7

Just like Grey Singles #7

A Shade Darker (Damon & Nell)

Jessie Cooke

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A Shade Darker

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A Shade Darker

Damon & Nell

Mmm, I moaned theatrically, grabbing hold of his shoulders and pulling him down on to me. I wanted to feel the weight of him on top of me, I wanted him to pin me to the bed, I wanted to feel as though I couldn’t have escaped from underneath him, even if I had wanted to...

I’m not hurting you, am I? he asked worriedly, and my shoulders sagged once more. I knew that he was just trying to do the right thing, but I wanted something more than that, and I wasn’t sure how the hell I was meant to get it out of him.

Forget it, I sighed, and I rolled out from underneath my husband and sat up on the edge of the bed. I knew that I needed to say the words out loud to him if I was going to get what I wanted, but I had no idea how to put them into words – and I wasn’t sure he would have been able to hear me, even if I had.

What’s wrong? Damon asked, as he shuffled to the edge of the bed beside me and put a hand on my shoulder. He was so careful with me, so tender, and yet, it was the very last thing that I wanted right now. But, after so long doing things the same old way, I didn’t know how on earth I was supposed to switch them up.

Nothing, I replied, and I rose to my feet and headed for the shower. I didn’t want to talk about it. Not yet, anyway.

Under the hot water, I started to feel things a little more clearly. I knew that I wasn’t being fair, and I knew I should have been able to tell him how I felt, but it was just so...so damn hard to even think about that sometimes I knew he wanted the best for me and I knew he wanted to pleasure me and I knew I needed to talk to him if I wanted those things to happen, but that didn’t mean I could any easier find the words to do so.

Damon and I had been married for nearly ten years. Ten whole years – the moment that I’d turned twenty, the two of us had rushed off to get married so we could finally fall into bed together. We’d met at college, both of us coming from good Christian backgrounds that told us feeling anything close to desire for someone you weren’t already married to was tantamount to throwing a baby into a river or something.

Those first few years were so exciting. The two of us had thrown ourselves into our relationship, had our daughter, Millie, spent all of our time