Obesssion by Sofia Grey Read Free Book Online Page A

sex, but then, he had no idea how women talked when we got together.
    “So, on a hypothetical basis,” —I peeped at him over the top of my wineglass, one finger delicately stroking the stem—”if I asked you what could be improved about our love life, what would you say?”
    “ Do you think it needs to be improved?” His voice was silky. I couldn’t tell yet if he was curious or offended.
    “ I asked you first.” I took a quick sip of wine. “I’m going to propose that my guests elect to change one thing in their love lives, just one. And then see if it makes a difference overall.” I paused again, and watched him carefully. He seemed to be listening, intently. “On that basis, let’s try it for ourselves. Are you okay with being a guinea pig and helping me out on this one?”
    This wasn’t the first time I’d asked him for a male perspective. I did it on a regular basis, but usually with such mundane topics as choosing cars, size of TV screens, and other trivia. I had no way to gauge how he’d react to a more personal issue.
    His gaze dropped to take in my cleavage, enhanced by the cleverly-wrapped dress. “One thing, you say?”
    “ Uh-huh.”
    “ And would it be a one-time change, or something to be done on a regular basis?”
    Well, I’d captured his interest, and that was good. But Gabe being Gabe, wanted to check all the restrictions before taking part. He’d have made a good lawyer. I considered his question as he topped up my wine glass. His own drink lay untouched. “Let’s say, a one-time change. The chance to do something different—just the once.”
    “ I choose.” The challenge was clear. If I wanted to play this game, it would have to be by Gabe’s rules.
     
     
    3.4 Gabe
     
    Having looked through Suki’s programme plans for the next twelve months, I felt confident there was no such feature. Rather more worrying, I hadn’t found mention of the Cheating Husbands / Cheating Wives idea either. I had to conclude that her ability to lie to my face was impressive. Gazing at her across the kitchen table, the debris of our dinner between us, I couldn’t help wondering what else? How many times did she lie to me? What was she working so hard to cover up?
    I’d find out. No matter how long it took.
    This little game she wanted to play could be interesting. It might give me some insight into her current state of mind. Little Suki, my repressed and fearful wife wanting to know what could be changed about our love life… Some desire on her part would be a good starting point. As I poured her another glass of wine—she’d be far more relaxed with a few drinks inside her—I contemplated what to do. Oh, the possibilities were endless. The opportunity to push her far beyond her comfort zone was tempting. No, it was irresistible. Maybe tonight I’d be able to show her what was missing in our sex life. Show her how exciting it could be, if she’d give it a chance.
    “ Leave the dishes.” Standing, I pulled her up and into my arms, nuzzling the side of her neck. I knew she liked that. It produced a giggle. I could feel her relaxing against me. “Come on.” I led her out of the kitchen and down to my den, collecting a second bottle of wine on the way.
    “ What do you have in mind?” Her eyes sparkled. She sipped her wine and smiled at me. I had to say, she looked adorable at that moment; slightly unsure of herself, her feet shuffling and hands fidgeting, eyes flicking around my room. I had two oversized squashy leather sofas, a giant beanbag, a 56” plasma screen with surround sound, all the gaming systems, and a few other toys. All the comforts I could desire, including my generous selection of porn.
    With a few clicks I dimmed the lights, loaded up a film and guided Suki to stand in front of me, her back to the screen, while I sprawled on one of the sofas. She had no idea. Cocking her head slightly to one side, she smiled at me and repeated her question. “Gabe, what do you have in