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Chapter 4

Nothing changed after that. Phoebe and Cole both felt the chill as their marriage became cold.

"I'll be working late tonight" Cole would say before leaving for work each morning, each time hoping for a flicker of concern on his wife's face, but receiving none, for they both knew he would actually be spending the night with his secretary while she too sought comfort in the arms of another. As Cole started working late more often, Phoebe spent the time with her new lover.

That night was one of those times. Phoebe drove to a hotel where they had a standing reservation and as she walked inside, she thought of Cole. He was probably off somewhere screwing someone, but Phoebe didn't care anymore. She was sick of being in a cold marriage, she wanted something with a little fire, and Johnny made her feel that again. Phoebe snuck through the hotel lobby, taking the stairs to the right floor. When she entered their room, he was already there, sitting in a chair, his legs spread in waiting for her. She closed the door softly, her footsteps hollow as she approached him, her smile coy as she straddled him taking his face in her hands for a kiss in the same moment. Her lips slid over his deep and passionate. Her tongue ran over his bottom lip taking control as he growled hoisting her higher to grind against him. It wasn't anything sweet or tender even, just a heated battle that had no real winner in the end as their lips finally parted.

They shared a look before Phoebe felt his hands on her back, guiding her to the floor despite the bed that stood mere feet away from them. Phoebe felt a shiver as her body made contact with the floor, his body above hers. She gave herself over to him, her body arching in search of his touch. For he made her feel sexy, wanted; the way a man was supposed to make a woman feel. She felt as his hands pinned hers to the floor above her head as his teeth nibbled her throat.

Phoebe kept them there releasing only a breath as she let him have control. She let her eyes close, only feeling his hands as they ran over her skin. He started with her palms, his fingers grazing her as they moved down the length of her arms to her neck. He continued then his fingers tracing the outline of her collarbone until they swept lower to the swells that were her breasts. Only then did he stop, seeming to hold them in his hands; it was then that Phoebe felt her breath leave her again.

"Keep going" gasped Phoebe her voice only a quiver. The sound turned him on even more as he touched her through her clothing his eyes never meeting hers. As much as he wanted to rip those same clothes away, he halted simply enjoying the round fullness that was her breasts in that moment. Minutes ticked by until Johnny lost his patience. He tugged her shirt over her head then and throwing it next to them on the floor, he touched her then, skin to skin. His thumbs encircled her puckered nipples making her keen beneath him as he did so. When they were hard and ready to be fully appreciated, only then did he let his hands drop without a sound.

Phoebe expected him to hesitate, if only for a moment, but he didn't. Instead, she felt his lips on her breasts in an instant, and without moving her hands she arched closer. Phoebe found she wanted more as he laved over the sensitive flesh only leaving it to switch breasts. Phoebe watched him do so, his tongue tracing the bud before taking it between his lips before her eyes closed. She didn't open them again until his lips left her suddenly. She found him watching her and after a moment, he buried his head in the space between her breasts seeming to breath her in before daring to look up at her again. He kissed the skin there then his lips moving to her shoulders after a moment. His lips and tongue laved over her skin wherever he pleased. Her shoulders, her neck, her belly, and hips. The sensation made Phoebe gasp, her moans a breathy sound that seemed to be there solely to arouse him as he continued. Until his lips stopped at the slope of her neck, his kisses slow yet not as his hands touched her again.

"You are amazing" growled Johnny into her ear as her body arched into his seeking out anything else, he had to give.

"So beautiful" growled Johnny his lips finding her lips next feeling as her hands finally left the floor to pull him all the closer until they chose to settle in his hair.

"Fuck me" gasped Phoebe after their lips parted a moment seeming to pass between them then before his hands removed her jeans then her panties until his hands were caressing the swell of her ass. She remembered the sound of his jeans coming off next and as he entered her with a slam, Phoebe barely had time to take a breath before she was gripping his back as he pounded into her. It felt so good to have a man touch her this way again. His hands were as strong as iron. Phoebe hoped in the back of her mind that he would mark her, leave bruises for Cole to see as she mewled out beneath him her back digging deeper into the floor. Soon, he was sliding her along the length of it, and gasping, Phoebe knew she'd have rug burns, but found as her pleasure built up inside her that she didn't care. She wanted the burns if only as a reminder of this moment.

She just wanted this man to stay inside her. As he continued, he seemed to become more animal like, his hands holding onto her tight as his groans became a type of frantic hum. Soon his pace was more erratic signaling that he was close and suddenly Phoebe found herself falling over the edge hearing as he followed with a sound that seemed to be almost inhuman.

"Johnny" whispered Phoebe as they seemed to settle into a quiet contentment after it was over. She could feel as he seemed to settle his weight on top of her. As he did, Phoebe let her hands fall away from him onto the floor, and focusing on breathing, Phoebe looked up at the boring white ceiling with fascination, seeing it even as she didn't. Minutes ticked by once more and Phoebe finally just closed her eyes. She tried to breath feeling as he still didn't move above her until suddenly, he did in one movement. When her eyes finally opened, Johnny was already standing over her buckling his pants without a word, and sitting up, Phoebe reached for him only to have him move just out of her reach.

"Are you leaving already?" said Phoebe tenderly stroking her hands up his legs as she rose to her knees.

"Sorry, babe, but I only had time for a quickie tonight. I got plans" said Johnny in response his clothes intact once more as he leaned down to steal a parting kiss.

"Sorry, but I gotta go" whispered Johnny then moving around her to leave.

"I'll make it up to you next time" called Johnny as the door closed and even as she heard it close, Phoebe didn't move.

"Sure, you will" thought Phoebe feeling suddenly bitter as she sat there naked on her knees, for some reason feeling suddenly unsatisfied when compared to the times before. When she finally got up from the floor, Phoebe only put her clothes back on before driving home to a penthouse cloaked in darkness.

Cole still wasn't home, but Phoebe hardly noticed as she went to her bedroom. Even their bed was cold as she crawled into it bundling the sheets around herself only to find she was still just as cold. Phoebe found herself staring up at another ceiling without seeing it. She felt lost, completely and utterly lost with no answers to ever being found again. She felt cold again, useless and unwanted, and the more Phoebe lied there, the more dissatisfied she was with the state her life was in, not to mention her marriage. There was a time when all she'd wanted was to be married. To be like those couples on TV and in movies, but it hadn't turned out that way. Yes, she was married, but that hadn't ended the loneliness she felt or the cold nights sleeping alone. Phoebe had gotten what she wanted. She had married the man she wanted, the man she loved, but still nothing had changed. She was still alone, and life was cold and dark and scary. Phoebe had wanted that to end more then anything else and yet it hadn't; the thought broke her heart.

This was not the life she'd pictured. There was no husband coming home to her at the end of the day. No children to keep her up at night. And if things weren't worse, she had sunken to a new low by even seeking comfort in the arms of a stranger that had become her lover. Someone she had met on the internet.

"There's no shame in trying to end your loneliness" thought Phoebe even as shame filled her at the thought even as the memory of their night on the floor filled her mind. Because she hadn't wanted this to happen, but in the end, what choice did she have. All she'd wanted was to feel wanted and desired again. Johnny made her feel that way again, he gave her everything even as he left her on her knees on the floor of a hotel room. That thought is what kept Phoebe awake. It made her leave the penthouse that night. She decided she would sleep at the manor that night.