Bittersweet Surrender (Bittersweet #1)

by Q.B. Tyler

You are too much of a goddess to not be worshipped the way you deserve.”

that’s very professional…😏😏

“Men know.” He gives me a shrewd look that makes me want to press him further, but I refrain. I’m silent for a second when he asks, “Did you come?”

👀

“A fantasy is just that, Charlotte, a fantasy. It’s usually something deliciously forbidden. An act that isn’t safe anywhere but within the four corners of your mind. Words you can’t even bring yourself to utter out loud. Maybe after you come you feel a moment of clarity before the inevitable shame that comes with your nasty thoughts. But it’s there. It’s always there, lurking.”

“Is that your fantasy? Sex with other men’s wives? Your patients?” He stands behind me, drawing his hands up my sides dangerously slow. “No.” His voice sounds like sex and sin, and I feel my legs buckle. “Sex with Matthew Wells’ wife is my fantasy.”

He has this deliciously sexy wife and he doesn’t know what to do with her. It’s a waste really. Here’s this sexual creature not getting her needs met. He takes you for granted, Charlotte.”

That was four months ago. Four months ago, on the first Monday of May, I gave into my primal urges and let my marriage counselor fuck me all over his office. When I left, two and a half hours later, I was sore, sated, and slightly ashamed, but I was blissfully happy and couldn’t wait for more. Two days later, he fucked me on his desk just before my session with my husband started.

OMG 💀

“You are amazing. I want you every fucking minute,” he says between thrusts. “I’m going to come. I need you to get there.”

WOW😳

The irony isn’t lost on me that I’m hoping that the man I’m having an affair with can somehow convince my husband that I’m not having an affair.

Omg this situation is so fucked up yall but I love it 😂😂

“I wanted to kill the man who touched her. I’m the only man she’s ever been with and to know someone else did…” I can see his jaw tick, and his fist clenches into a ball. “…it drove me crazy. The idea makes me furious. I’ve never been a jealous person, maybe because she’s never given me a reason to be, but I was filled with this jealous rage.” He turns to me. “I wanted to fuck you into next week so you remembered who you belonged to but you won’t fucking touch me.”

Dude, that’s the only reason you now actually want to have sex with her?

I’ve heard all of this before. Last year when I asked for a divorce he’d gotten on his knees and begged me not to leave him. He’d told me things would get better, that he loved me and couldn’t be without me. He had promised he would do better, then he recommended counseling, and alas, here we are. I don’t buy whatever Matt is selling—the phrase “too little, too late” blaring in my head like a flashing neon sign, but how do I answer this in front of my lover?

“Do you know how amazing you are?” he’d asked. I shook my head, because to be honest, I didn’t. Despite Will’s constant reassurance, I still didn’t. “You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met,” he had told me as he pushed the still wet hair from my eyes. “I’m so lucky to know you, angel.”

🥺🥺

I wipe the tear that trickles down my face as I think about Will’s words in comparison to my husband’s. Will told me I was a “woman of ethereal beauty.” Matt used the word “hot.”

I write Will on one side and Matthew on the other drawing a line between their two names. Okay, start with Will. I don’t miss the shiver that runs through me as I think about it.

Girl is there even a point? We already know there’s gonna be no comparison to Will

Will -The way he looks at me like I’m the only one that matters. -Sense of humor -The sex -How protective he is -Extremely intelligent -How we can talk for hours about anything and the conversation is never boring -He does what he says he’s going to do. (Calls when he says he will.) -Thoughtful -Doesn’t ignore me -Most. gorgeous. man. alive. -Can I mention the sex again? -Gives the best hugs -Does he want to let me go? -Do I want to let him go? I realize my list is turning into a series of questions I don’t have the answers to. I lean back in the chair as I jot down my final bullet point. -I’m in love with him.

I’m sorry 😂😂😂😂😂😂 this list is straight up pathetic 💀💀

“I know that I am not in the most ideal situation right now. But Jesus Christ, Will, YOU seduced me. You came on to me! You knew what you were doing the second you summoned me here for a ‘private session.’ And now that you’ve completely turned my world upside down…completely changed my life—changed me, you’re out? Fuck you. Fuck you and the morals you’ve seemed to acquire overnight.”

Fucking valid. I’m with her

“You must have lost your mind talking to me like that, Charlotte,” he growls in my ear.

😳😳😳😳😳😳

I take a step toward him and finger the lapel on what I know to be a very expensive dress shirt. “I’d like to see you try.” I put my hands on his shirt and rip it open, sending the buttons flying in all directions. His eyes shoot fire at me when he pushes me onto the desk, hard.

Well I hope he has extra shirts on hand for his next patient….💀

“You are mine, Charlotte. If I want to rip your bra in half, I’ll rip your bra in fucking half.”

😳 ok sir

“Have your husband buy you one,” he snaps. “Tell him your marriage counselor ripped it off of you before he fucked you so hard you didn’t know your own name,” he says before he slams us against the wall. I hear a picture crash to the ground but can’t be bothered to inspect the damage.

“You are so beautiful, Charlotte. It almost hurts to look at you. To know that you aren’t mine to look at.”

“I want to leave a bite mark somewhere that he can see. I want him to know that he doesn’t own you, Charlotte Pierce. Not anymore. You belong to me now,”

“Jesus Christ, Charley. Nobody’s ever sucked my dick like you.” I pull back knowing he’s seconds from coming and look him square in the eye. “And nobody besides me ever will again.”

I love when the both characters are possessive of each other 😍

He winks at me before I open it to reveal the most gorgeous assortment of bras I’ve ever seen. There are four of them in the box, intricately wrapped in the usual tissue, all my favorite style in various colors. Including the one he just ripped. My favorite. He bought me these?

This man 😭

“Wait!” I call after him. He turns to look at me and I’m in his arms instantly. “Thank you,” I say, kissing him several times all over his face. “Thank you, thank you. This is so thoughtful.”

That’s so fucking cute

“Rub the panties over your cock before you give them back to me,” I tell him and I’m rewarded with a panty-dropping grin.

😳

My eyes widen and I look at him. He strolls to his desk and presses the button for the intercom. “Thank you, Vanessa,” he says before he lets the button go, his eyes never leaving mine.

Oof he has assistant in on everything 😳

After four months, Will knows when my period is and even plans accordingly when it’s that week. He’ll order us fried food for lunch and I swear he cleans out the entire stock of Milky Ways at any given store.

Tyler needs to stop making her men do perfect wtf

“Because I love you,” he states firmly, like he’d said it a million times before. “I am so in love with you, Charley.”

🥺🥺🥺🥺

“I love you, I would protect you from anything…everything. I would never let anyone hurt you.” I’m stunned by his admission. He…loves me? I want to cry tears of both elation and grief. He loves me but…I’m not free to give myself to him completely. He must know my thoughts because he places his hands on my face. “I know you’re in a tough position, and I’m not asking you to make any decisions right now. I just want you to know that I’m in. I’m all in, Charley.”

The way I would break things off with Matt so quickly lmaoooo

“I would watch you sleep for three hours. You fascinate me, Charley. Everything about you.” My heart skips a beat at his words. “I’m so jealous of the luxuries that he takes for granted, because I so desperately want them. I want to be with you every second and I can’t. He gets to watch you do everything…”

“But as time went on, the fantasies got more real,” he continues. “They got more aggressive. It got to the point where every time you left my office I was pulling my dick out and jacking off while your scent lingered in the air. It wasn’t just raw fucking, it was passionate. I was making love to you in every single one of my fantasies. Waking up with you and slipping inside of your warm, sleepy body for morning sex just as the sun would rise. Worshipping you against the wall after you’d greeted me after work with nothing but panties and a smile. I pictured shooting my cum deep inside of your womb and making you the mother of my baby.”

And there’s the breeding kink 😳 was wondering when that was going to come in 😳

“Leave him, Charley. Please. I know it’s going to be hard, but just…leave him. Because I’m miserable every second I’m not with you.”

*screams* PLEASE LEAVE HIM

Warm lips ghost over my cheek and down my shoulder, rousing me from sleep. A smile creeps onto my face before I’m even fully awake. “So beautiful.”

🫠

“Because I enjoyed you being gone far too much,”

💀

“I am trying, Charlotte. I’ve been trying for months. I’ll admit I wasn’t at first, but ever since we started therapy, I’ve really made an effort. You’ve been the one fighting me.”

Bitch no you haven’t shut up

Will: I certainly don’t appreciate being hung up on.

Come on man she has no choice

Me: That’s not the same! I said I was sorry for hanging up! Will: Goodbye, Charley.

Wow 💀

“You thought what?” He lifts my chin so I’ll meet his gaze. “That you could show up here unannounced, half dressed, and I would drop everything and fuck you?” My lip trembles at the harshness of his words. “I just—” “Because you’re right.” His lips seal over mine and within seconds I feel him fumbling with his pants. “We have to be quick. I left them yelling at each other.”

WOW 💀💀💀💀

“I’m sorry that I’m not particularly up for sex. You ruined a lot of my self-esteem, you’ve shattered my confidence after months of pushing me to the side. You made me think that I wasn’t good enough, that you were bored, that the idea of sleeping with me repulsed you. That it was some arduous task to make love to me. I’m sorry that I’m not eager to jump back into bed with you now that you’ve got months of cum backed up and you need a release. I don’t work that way. And for the record, all those months that you were pushing me away, am I supposed to just believe you didn’t look elsewhere for sex? Please.”

GIRL WHY HAVENT YOU ENDED IT YET

“So, it’s a date.” Matt smirks at me and under normal circumstances I would be thoroughly embarrassed. Instead the embarrassment is replaced with anger and hurt. “Told ya,” he says to me and all I want to do is mark my territory all over Will so this bitch knows who he belongs to. My name is all over his dick, honey, so don’t even try it.

“I’m all in on kids, Charlotte. I want you pregnant the second the ink on your divorce papers dries.”

Oh my

“Yes…for you to live in…with me. For us to live in together…and raise our family.” He looks as if he’s nervous to tell me but I’m so overcome with gratitude and love for this man I can’t imagine why he would be apprehensive.

Oh shit

“So, you’re the man that has me battling midday Atlanta traffic so my best friend can give you a blow job. Pleased to meet you.” Lauren struts into his office as if she owns it, before sticking her hand out for Will to shake.

LMFAOOO

“He looks at you like you’re his reason for breathing. Like you’re the center of his world. The way you look at each other…” she shakes her head, “I’ve never seen you like that with anyone.” “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

“Oh shit, my bad, bro, sorry!” I look at the source of the voice and my mouth drops open when I realize who is in front of me. From the restaurant earlier this week—Andrew, his brother. SHIT!

Oh shit 😂😂😂

Time with my best friend and tequila and tacos. Three of my favorite things. “So, who’s bigger?” Lauren asks and I almost spit out the drink in my mouth.

OMG 🤣🤣

“You’ve been having an affair under your husband’s nose for four months and he didn’t notice? Damn, no wonder you’re getting divorced,” he says, leaning back in the chair. I laugh nervously at his humor, before my lips form a straight line and my eyebrows rise to my hairline. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Fr lmao 🤣

“God, you are so beautiful,” are the first words out of Will’s mouth when our Skype connects. I smile and reach my hand to the screen as if it’ll be the warm skin of his face and not the cold hard screen of my computer.

🫠🫠

“Seven months is quite some time. We’ll need his testimony.”

Oh god 💀