Delilah’s Guilty Pleasure

MISTRESS VS WIFE

JAX ROMANO

By the time we landed in Paris, the tension had eased slightly. Silver had grudgingly apologized to me, something I knew he did because of Delilah.

My brother and I have never seen eye to eye on certain things.

And I had promised to make it up to both of them. We separated at the airport—Silver to his penthouse, he and Delilah took the same limo, it made me jealous and angry. And I took that anger home, where my wife was waiting.

I pulled into my driveway just after 8pm, exhausted and still irritated about the ruined weekend. The house was dark except for a light in the living room. Emilia was probably waiting up to interrogate me about the "model scouting trip."

I grabbed my bag from the trunk and headed inside, already preparing my lies. The door was unlocked, which was unusual. Emilia was always paranoid about security.

The moment I stepped into the foyer, I froze.

Two large suitcases sat by the front door. Expensive luggage. One was Emilia's—I recognized the designer label. The other had to be Gena's.

What the absolute f**k?

I walked into the living room and found them both sitting on the couch like they were deliberating on something. Emilia looked up first, her eyes widening in shock. Gena's expression shifted from relaxed to tense in a heartbeat.

"Jax!" Emilia stood up quickly, smoothing down her dress. "You're home early."

"Early?" I kept my voice casual, setting my bag down. "I'm right on schedule. I told you I'd be back tonight."

Her eyes darted to her mother, then back to me. "Right. Of course. I just… I thought your jet would leave later."

"Got an earlier one." I glanced pointedly at the suitcases. "Are you going somewhere?"

Silence. Heavy, awkward silence.

Gena stood up, her face was composed but her hands clasped too tightly in front of her. "Girls' trip. Last minute thing. You know how it is."

"Girls' trip huh?." I looked between them. "Where to?"

"Napa," Emilia said quickly. Too quickly. "Wine tasting. Mom and I thought it would be nice to have some mother-daughter time."

Napa. Right. The suitcases were packed for somewhere tropical—I could see the edge of something floral sticking out of Emilia's bag.

But… I wasn't supposed to know they were planning to fly to Hawaii to catch me with Delilah.

So I smiled. "That sounds great. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow morning." Emilia was fidgeting now, a tell I'd learned to recognize over the years. "We wanted to leave tonight but the flight was cancelled, so we opted for an early flight."

"Well, don't let me interrupt your plans." I stretched, playing my part to show my exhaustion. "I'm beat. The scouting trip was brutal. Models were everywhere, I had lots of meetings with the casting directors back to back. I need a shower and sleep."

"How did it go?" Gena asked, her eyes sharp. "The scouting?"

I pursed my lips to keep my smile “Productive. I found some great new faces for the show." I kept my expression neutral. "Hawaii's got talent, that's for sure."

I saw Emilia's jaw tighten at the mention of Hawaii. The suspicion clear on her face. But she couldn't prove anything because I'd gotten out ahead of her trap.

"I'm glad it went well," Emilia said stiffly.

"Yeah. Me too." I picked up my bag. "I'm going to shower and crash. You two have fun in Napa. Bring me back some good wine."

I headed toward the stairs, feeling their eyes burning into my back.

"Jax?" Emilia's voice stopped me.

I turned. "Yeah?"

She opened her mouth, closed it, then forced a smile. "Nothing. Sleep well."

"You too, baby."

I climbed the stairs, went into our bedroom, and locked the bathroom door behind me.

After I’d poured a glass of wine, I stripped and climbed into the warm bathtub, only then did I pull out my phone and call Delilah.

“Hey” She answered on the first ring. "Everything okay?"

"You're not going to believe this." I sounded somewhere between angry and tired, but I kept my voice low. "Emilia and Gena are here. At my house. With packed bags."

Her laugh was soft and knowing. “What?”

"Yeah. I walked in and found them in the living room, suitcases by the door and s**t. They looked shocked as hell to see me."

“Let me guess. They lied on the spot.”

"Of course they lied. I asked where they were going and they said they were planning a girls' trip to Napa. For a wine tasting" My laugher was bitter.

“Yeah, right." I could hear the smile in her voice. "Poor things. All dressed up with nowhere to go."

“A girls' trip to Hawaii to catch me with my mistress, perhaps." I added and we both laughed about it.

"Did you confront them?" Delilah asked in a gentle voice.

Water sloshed around me as I sat up in the tub “Not really” I said, but my horny c**k was already distracted by the sound of her soft voice and sexy laughter.

"I told them I was exhausted from scouting models in Hawaii—which is what I told Emilia I was doing—and went up to our room. I'm calling you from my bathroom." I leaned back, a smile playing on my lips as I palmed my c**k. I could c*m from hearing just her voice.

"So she doesn't know you left early because of her."

"Nope. She thinks I came back on schedule." I heard her sigh, and felt the same relief flooding through me. "Thank God that bodyguard called. If we'd still been in Hawaii when they showed up…”

"But you weren't. You're home. Safe. And they would never have an idea on what we did. I’m glad we enjoyed the little time we had together."

I paused. "I'm sorry again, Delilah. For cutting the trip short. For all of this mess."

"Stop apologizing," she said softly. "I'm not mad at you, baby. I promise."

"Silver's pissed at me."

"Silver's protective of our time together. He'll get over it." She said as I picked up my glass to take a sip "Focus on dealing with Emilia and Gena. We'll figure out our next move."

"I hate lying to you," I admitted quietly. "The fear, the sneaking around. I hate that I can't just be with you openly and f**k you whenever I want."

"I know, baby. But this is the game we're playing right now and we have to play it safe." She paused. "Or do you want to stop seeing me?”

"What? No! f**k no. I’m just tired of hiding. And I’m feeling a little guilty."

"Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong."

I smiled sadly "I'm cheating on my wife, Delilah. That's pretty wrong."

"You're following your heart's desires. There's a difference and there’s nothing wrong with that." Her voice softened. "Get some sleep. We'll talk tomorrow."

I bit my lip and stroked my c**k faster, about to tell her to talk me to orgasm with her soft voice and filthy voice, when she spoke again.

“Besides, you're not the only one who can keep secrets." Delilah said and I froze.

The hand on my c**k slowed down. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Just… trust me, okay? Everything's going to work out exactly how it's supposed to."

I was quiet for a moment. "Are you up to something? Indulge me baby"

"Maybe."

I suddenly heard Emilia’s voice in the bedroom as she slammed the bedroom door shut. I stood up and hopped out of the bathtub, water streaming off my body as I reached for a towel. “Delilah…”

"Or maybe I'm just confident that what we have is stronger than whatever Emilia and Gena can throw at us."

"God, I love…," I caught myself and breathed. "You know I care about you, right?"

"I know." She said sweetly.

I wrapped the towel around myself.

"Now go deal with your wife before she gets suspicious. I want you to stop worrying. Everything's going to work out exactly how it's supposed to. And Jax?"

"Yeah?"

"Next time, we're going somewhere they'll never think to look for us."

I laughed, the sound was genuine this time. "Deal. Good night, Delilah."

"Good night, baby."

She hung up before I could ask what she meant by going somewhere off the grid.

I could hear Emilia shuffling around the room, probably getting ready to join me and give me some sad, sloppy s*x.

She wasn’t who I wanted. She’s ruined my trip, and now she’s ruined my chance at having Delilah s*x talk me to orgasm.

I sat there for a long moment, staring at my phone, before finally getting up to shower.

I just couldn’t bring myself to say, I hate my wife.

*****

DELILAH AMOUR

I hung up and stared at my reflection in the mirror, my smile turning wicked.

Let her plot. Let them scheme.

I had Jax, Silver, and a weekend to make up for. Which I trusted my men to go over to top, just to try and please me for what happened.

And that was all that mattered.

But…

Poor Jax. Poor, clueless Jax. He had no idea what I'd planted in his luggage before we left Hawaii. No idea that when Emilia inevitably went through his things—and she would, just like suspicious wives always did—she'd find exactly what I wanted her to find.