My Love - Bobby & Sophie: A Crossroads Novella

by
Melanie Shawn

Kindle Edition

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This book is a work of fiction. Places, names, characters and events are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic content. It is intended only for those aged 18 and older.

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Title Page

Copyright Page

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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About the Author

‘Are you wearing panties?’

A
flush rose up Sophie’s cheeks as she read her husband’s text. She typed back one word, and a small smile lifted her lips as she pressed ‘send’.

‘Yes.’

After setting her phone down on her mahogany desk, Sophie turned her attention back to her screen and a yawn snuck up on her. Blowing out a puff of breath, she closed her eyes for a brief moment, and then re-opened them as she tried to focus. Her work had piled up over the last few months because her new position as buyer for both
Tempting
, the lingerie boutique owned by her cousin-in-law, Haley, and
Bella
, an upscale clothing boutique owned by her sister-in-law, Amber, demanded a lot of travel. She’d been gone more than she was at home, and she wanted to get caught up before the holiday break. Her plan: to spend every second in bed with her husband.

She’d barely opened the first email in her inbox when a loud vibration sounded, indicating a new text. Before she even saw the message, a thrill ran through her. The thrum of anticipation caused her fingers to tingle as she looked down at her iPhone, which displayed two words. The heat of her blush intensified at what she saw.

‘Show me.’

Bobby was a man of few words, but the words he did use were
always
the right ones. Seeing his commanding message instantly morphed the thrill and thrum running through her into a pulsing and throbbing low in her belly.

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, Sophie lifted her phone and pressed the Snapchat icon in the right corner. Then, after shifting in her high-back, ergonomic chair, she scooted her skirt up her thighs. Pointing her phone down to her exposed lap, she snapped a picture of the top of her mound, which was covered by the sheer, pink fabric of her panties, framed perfectly by the pale skin of her thighs, which were pressed together, and the fabric of her bunched-up, black pencil skirt.

When she saw the result of her impromptu naughty photo shoot displayed on the screen, even she had to admit that the image looked pretty damn hot.

Now was the fun part. Sophie’s heart raced as she chose the amount of time her husband would be allowed to view the picture.
Hmmm.
She scrolled through the numbers, and her thrill increased as she chose two, which meant Bobby would be able to view the pic for a total of two seconds before it would disappear forever. Knowing exactly the reaction that his limited viewing ability would inspire in her hubby caused the pulsing that had started in her lower belly to spread even farther south to her center and increase in intensity. Sophie’s smile widened as she clicked on her contacts in the app, which held a grand total of one, selected Bobby, and then sent him the snap.

Before the brilliant invention of Snapchat, Bobby had never been comfortable with Sophie sending him provocative pictures. To say that her husband was protective of her was not
just
the understatement of the century. It was the understatement of the millennium. He’d always been concerned that someone would see the compromising pictures once they were stored on their devices. Although Sophie thought Bobby went overboard with his worry and paranoia a lot of the time, she had to admit that, with all of the leaked celebrity photos that kept making Internet news, Bobby could have actually saved her a heap of embarrassment. But, now that the technology existed so that the images and videos were never downloadable, Bobby had become a huge fan of recording naughty things for their personal viewing pleasure—and Sophie could not be happier about it.

Teeter-tottering in her chair, alternating her weight on one thigh and then the other, Sophie swiftly pulled her form-fitting skirt down into place. When her clothing was back intact, a mental countdown started ticking down in Sophie’s mind as she waited with bated breath and tingling lady parts for Bobby’s response.

3…2…1…

Her phone buzzed and her heart skipped a beat as she looked at her phone. The text simply read,
‘Tease.’

Goose bumps rose on the skin of her arms as shockwaves of shivers spread from the epicenter of her core throughout her entire body. Sophie knew exactly how Bobby felt about being ‘teased’ and the promise that single word held for his intended sensual retribution.

Adding an extra level to Sophie’s already heightened excitement was the fact that she and Bobby were going to be leaving for their annual Christmas weekend getaway to the city tonight. Two nights and three days of alone time in Chicago before coming back to Harper’s Crossing for the huge Sloan family Christmas dinner. Normally, she and Bobby made their yearly trip in the beginning of December, but this year, since Sophie’s travel schedule had been so insane, they had to wait until the end of the month.

Flashes of last year’s trip, when they never made it out of the hotel room the entire seventy-two hours, started playing like an X-rated slideshow in Sophie’s mind. She and Bobby had made love against the wall, on the desk, on the bed, on the floor, in the shower, in the Jacuzzi bath, in all three chairs that sat around the room, and once on the heated balcony.

The balcony had been the hottest of the hot. Even though Sophie had known that there was no way anyone could have seen their sexcapades—Bobby would have never allowed that—just the fact that they’d been getting busy outdoors, where they could see people, had sent her arousal meter into the red. It had been around three a.m. They had been on the top floor, so no one could have looked down on them. Bobby had pulled her onto his lap and taken her from behind. She’d been covered in a large blanket, but totally naked beneath it. She felt the cold air on her face as she looked up at the stars, sprinkling the dark winter sky like diamonds.

Even though their sex life was always
hot
, there was just something about hotel sex that took things from spicy hot to steaming, boiling, four-alarm-fire hot.

Work. I need to get back to work,
she quickly reprimanded herself.

After setting her phone back down, Sophie, once again, turned her attention back to her emails. She tried to keep her mind on her tasks at hand, but it kept drifting to thoughts of her dark-haired, blue-eyed husband. They’d been married for three years now, so, technically, they weren’t newlyweds anymore. But, even though they may not have the title, they were definitely still living the newlywed lifestyle.

People had been so shocked when she and Bobby had initially gotten together after having known each other their entire lives but never dated. Not in grade school, middle school, or high school. Bobby had been two years ahead of Sophie in school, and she’d
always
harbored an epic crush on the youngest Sloan brother. Sophie’s older brother, Nick, who had been tragically killed in an automobile accident the summer after he’d graduated from high school, had been best friends with one of Bobby’s older brothers, Jason.

Sophie remembered asking Nick if she could tag along to Jason’s house, when she was a little girl, just for the chance that she might catch a glimpse of Bobby Sloan. Bobby hadn’t talked to her much when they were kids, but he’d always let her talk and talk and talk. He never told her to be quiet or made any jokes about her not having an off switch. He just listened and, sometimes, if she was lucky, smiled.

To this day, Bobby’s smile did something to her insides. When he smiled, she felt like she was on one of those crazy rides at the amusement park that lifted you up hundreds of feet in the air before dropping you. Yep, when he smiled, it still felt like she was free-falling.

While scrolling through her emails, she saw that one was from her childhood friend, Beth. It was an evite to a baby shower. Sophie felt a slight stab of disappointment, the same one she always felt when her friends or family announced that they were expecting. Not that she wanted to have a baby. She absolutely did
not
. It wasn’t possible. Still, the small sting was just a reminder that she wished things were different.

She and Bobby had both decided, totally separately, long before they’d gotten married, that neither of them ever wanted to have children. For Sophie, the reason was simple. After losing her brother Nick and seeing the pain and anguish her mom, Grace, had gone through, Sophie knew she wouldn’t survive that kind of tragedy. Bobby’s reason was different but no less valid. His mother, Cheryl, had been severely bipolar. Although Bobby had never really known his mom because she’d passed away due to an overdose when he was in elementary school, the memories he did have were vivid and traumatic. Once he was old enough to know what disease his mother had and that it could be genetic, he decided that he didn’t want to risk passing on the gene that he might or might not possess.

Reading the email, Sophie saw that the shower was co-ed. Beth’s message said that, even though she knew baby shower games were probably not Bobby’s “cup o’ tea,” Sophie should drag him along anyway and he could hang with the guys. A small smile played on her lips. From an outsider’s perspective, Sophie was sure that one would probably think that she was the one who ran things in their relationship. She was talkative, opinionated, and outgoing compared to her quiet, reserved, easygoing husband. And she guessed that it was true enough in most cases—that Bobby had no problem stepping back and letting Sophie take the lead. He didn’t care what their house was decorated like, what plans they made and when, what movies they watched, what they had for dinner, or if she dragged him to a baby shower.

Sophie was in charge…outside of the bedroom.

But behind closed doors was an entirely different story.

Sophie had only had sex with four men in her life. Her first had been her high school boyfriend, the second had been a guy she dated in college, the third had been a one-night stand after a particularly wild frat party, and the fourth had been Bobby. Sophie had always enjoyed sex. Even her first time had been a satisfying encounter.

Still, all the pleasure she’d experienced in her life combined didn’t come close to the levels of ecstasy Bobby brought her to. From the second Bobby’s lips had touched hers during their very first kiss on their very first date, Sophie had known that what they had was different. She was his. His mouth demanded ownership of her heart, her soul, and her body, and she’d given it freely.