pulling it completely out and simply sliding it back and forth. “Baby girl, you have until three.” I pull my entire front away from her back, only leaving us joined where my cock is between the her thighs from behind. I move back and forth, so, so slowly. “One.”
“Cum-slut, Liam, tell me I’m your cum-slut. Please, baby.”
Fuck. Why won’t she stop calling me that.
Tension wracks it’s way though every muscle and tendon in my frame, suspending me tight. After I’ve pulled completely and utterly away from her naked prone body, and I’m standing less than a foot away with my cock still out and still drenched in her wetness, where I’m at, what I’m doing, and whom I’m with don’t all click into place at once.
No, no. That happens when my office, my unlocked office door opens and Travis walks in. Then it all clicks. What the hell I was thinking though, never does.
I’m uncertain why I thought if I were to ever get caught with the princess of Jackson’s Agency, even by the prince, that there wouldn’t be hell to pay. I just assumed that since Travis and I were so close, and hell, he’d offered me his wife. Why would his sister not be fair game?
Apparently, from Summer’s reaction and Travis’, I’d assumed incorrectly. After Summer, somewhat adjusted her silk red dress back together with the sash around the waist, and I’d tucked myself away, Travis had come the rest of the way into my office and was currently shoving his pointer finger against my chest and his nose in my face, sputtering, “What in the hell do you think you’re fucking doing, buddy? That’s my goddamn baby sister! And you’re fucking married! She’s not fucking Lindy the escort, you don’t fuck her like she’s trash and then treat her that way after. She is educated. She is a lady.” Spittle flies from his mouth and lands, thankfully on my shirt. “You don’t fuck with ladies. At least not anymore.”
I can’t. The spittle and the rage, he’s too close for this conversation. I shove him back, but not with half the force I wanted to.
“Travis. Get the fuck back, dude. It’s over.” I pin my eyes to Summer’s and only feel a twinge of regret when her navy eyes fill with tears. “It’s over,” I repeat myself. Keeping my eyes on hers for a few seconds longer, then looking back at Travis.
I straighten my suit and comb my fingers through my hair then I button my suit jacket and smile. I glance at both of them but settle my eyes on him before speaking, “I have an appointment in less than an hour. It seems my wife and I are expecting our first child. Today we’ll learn it’s due date. However, I will be taking the rest of the day off. Travis, you have my number, if you need me.” I nod, then make my way to my office door.
Before closing the door behind me, I lock eyes with Summer. “Take as long as you two need. Good luck with your ad campaign this holiday season, Ms. Jackson. It’s brilliant, it truly is.”
Then I make my way to the elevator, and I don’t think I breathe again until I’ve pressed the button for the ground floor and the doors are closing.
I don’t know if I meant it when I told Summer and Travis , it was over. I don’t want it to be over with her. I just want her to wake up. If she wants this, then want it. Always. Not just on Tuesday’s and fucking Friday’s.
I can’t be half way in and half way out.
I just wish she’d tell me what she’s waiting for.
She doesn’t want me to leave my wife, but she doesn’t want me with any one else? That’s absurd. It’s preposterous.
No, when I said, ‘It’s over,’ what I meant was, this ridiculousness and absurdity, these games of hers. They are over.
And I’ll tell her that.
I’m in my town car and my driver, Drake is pulling out of the parking garage when my cell rings, “Dean.” I answer Travis’s call.
“What. The. Fuck. Do you think you’re doing? Who. WHO do you think you’re fucking with, Liam?” he
“Cum-slut, Liam, tell me I’m your cum-slut. Please, baby.”
Fuck. Why won’t she stop calling me that.
Tension wracks it’s way though every muscle and tendon in my frame, suspending me tight. After I’ve pulled completely and utterly away from her naked prone body, and I’m standing less than a foot away with my cock still out and still drenched in her wetness, where I’m at, what I’m doing, and whom I’m with don’t all click into place at once.
No, no. That happens when my office, my unlocked office door opens and Travis walks in. Then it all clicks. What the hell I was thinking though, never does.
I’m uncertain why I thought if I were to ever get caught with the princess of Jackson’s Agency, even by the prince, that there wouldn’t be hell to pay. I just assumed that since Travis and I were so close, and hell, he’d offered me his wife. Why would his sister not be fair game?
Apparently, from Summer’s reaction and Travis’, I’d assumed incorrectly. After Summer, somewhat adjusted her silk red dress back together with the sash around the waist, and I’d tucked myself away, Travis had come the rest of the way into my office and was currently shoving his pointer finger against my chest and his nose in my face, sputtering, “What in the hell do you think you’re fucking doing, buddy? That’s my goddamn baby sister! And you’re fucking married! She’s not fucking Lindy the escort, you don’t fuck her like she’s trash and then treat her that way after. She is educated. She is a lady.” Spittle flies from his mouth and lands, thankfully on my shirt. “You don’t fuck with ladies. At least not anymore.”
I can’t. The spittle and the rage, he’s too close for this conversation. I shove him back, but not with half the force I wanted to.
“Travis. Get the fuck back, dude. It’s over.” I pin my eyes to Summer’s and only feel a twinge of regret when her navy eyes fill with tears. “It’s over,” I repeat myself. Keeping my eyes on hers for a few seconds longer, then looking back at Travis.
I straighten my suit and comb my fingers through my hair then I button my suit jacket and smile. I glance at both of them but settle my eyes on him before speaking, “I have an appointment in less than an hour. It seems my wife and I are expecting our first child. Today we’ll learn it’s due date. However, I will be taking the rest of the day off. Travis, you have my number, if you need me.” I nod, then make my way to my office door.
Before closing the door behind me, I lock eyes with Summer. “Take as long as you two need. Good luck with your ad campaign this holiday season, Ms. Jackson. It’s brilliant, it truly is.”
Then I make my way to the elevator, and I don’t think I breathe again until I’ve pressed the button for the ground floor and the doors are closing.
I don’t know if I meant it when I told Summer and Travis , it was over. I don’t want it to be over with her. I just want her to wake up. If she wants this, then want it. Always. Not just on Tuesday’s and fucking Friday’s.
I can’t be half way in and half way out.
I just wish she’d tell me what she’s waiting for.
She doesn’t want me to leave my wife, but she doesn’t want me with any one else? That’s absurd. It’s preposterous.
No, when I said, ‘It’s over,’ what I meant was, this ridiculousness and absurdity, these games of hers. They are over.
And I’ll tell her that.
I’m in my town car and my driver, Drake is pulling out of the parking garage when my cell rings, “Dean.” I answer Travis’s call.
“What. The. Fuck. Do you think you’re doing? Who. WHO do you think you’re fucking with, Liam?” he
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