His Brother's Wife

by Michelle Love

  Jealousy.

  Elisa

  I kept a neutral look on my face as I walked out, carrying the bag from Macy’s in one hand. Damon had surprised me in the office, after I was seated and recovering from him, by presenting me with the shoes that he’d purchased for me. They were heels, sexy and expensive. One pair was black, with the famous red bottoms that screamed Louboutin and money, as well as a pair of gray Jessica Simpson shoes. They were both beautiful, and he promised me more with a soft kiss at his door before he shooed me away with a reluctant gaze.

  We didn’t have sex, but we’d done more than I was used to. I had given clumsy blowjobs before now, that didn’t end with completion. They were just a quick step, leading to equally awkward sex that apparently paled compared to what my body had experienced in that office today. I still felt his tongue between my legs as I got off of the elevator and walked over to the remaining members of my group. “How did it go?” Vince asked, as he smiled at me and glanced down at my bag. “Shopping?”

  “There was a sale, and I had a break,” I smiled as I thought back to the bathroom in Damon’s office. Every hair was in place, and my makeup was perfect. I looked like I hadn’t done so much as kiss him, much less anything else. I was covered, if I didn’t blow it on my own. “Today was good. I think I’m going to learn a lot about the company this way. Who knows? Maybe I’ll run one someday myself.” I forced myself to laugh, and he joined in before asking me if I wanted a ride.

  I accepted and told myself that I had to find a way to thank him. I knew that Vince lived near me, but it still took up his time to drop me off every day. When we were walking out of the door, I glanced back to see Damon staring at me. I fought a smile.

  We chatted as we drove, mostly about the project. Vince told me that we were all up for bonuses for this project, including me. The company found ways to reward the interns for their hard work, and I bit my lip as I thought about the pay that I was getting for helping Damon. That was enough, wasn’t it? I felt my face heat up, and I thanked the sky for darkening early these days.

  I got out at the curb and thanked him again before walking into my apartment. A couple of the girls were arguing about a class in the living room, and I crept by quietly on the way to my room. I longed for my pay to be enough to get a place of my own, but the idea almost made me laugh. It would be in the ghetto, probably, where my mother lived and that was hard enough to stomach. At least living here, I could help her out some while going to school. I glanced at the other bed to see Melody sleeping, surrounded by books. I smiled gently at her.. I felt the same way after letting Damon have his way with me, as well as working so hard to please me.

  I dressed in some leggings and a long-sleeved shirt, to fight the chill in the room, before crawling underneath the covers. I couldn’t stop thinking about him and parted my legs underneath the covers as I stroked myself over my clothes. I was still sensitive from hours earlier, and I smiled as I slipped my hand down my pants to touch myself. I didn’t need any words to get off tonight. I had Damon’s tongue against me in my memory, and his teeth dragging against me as I came so hard in his mouth that I blacked out for a moment. It was intense and wonderful, and I imagined him inside of me, sliding that thick cock inside of my tight body, as I stroked harder. I could imagine how he would feel as he took me on my back, or maybe my knees. What did he like?

  I remembered the way the woman looked at me as she left his office. He had never answered me when I inquired about her, but something deep inside told me that even if he had, it wouldn’t matter. I saw something in his eyes and face that made me think that this meant something to him.

  It might be better if it didn’t, but, as I bit my lip and came, I knew that I was falling for him in some way.

  I woke the next morning to the alarm, rolling over with a yawn as I glanced at the window. I had only the one class today and then it was off to the office, a thought that made me smile. In just a few days, it would be Friday, and we’d be at dinner. Was that a date, or just an honest celebration? He could afford to eat out every night, so money wasn’t the issue, but from what I’d seen online, the restaurant was fantastic. It was where everybody wanted to be, and he got in with just his name.

  Who was Damon, apart from what I saw every day? Did he have siblings? Was he close to his family? What was he doing with me, someone younger than him and clearly just starting life? What did I even have to offer?

  I slowly got up and showered before staring into my closet. I found a pair of clingy purple slacks and a deep gray turtleneck sweater that would match the shoes perfectly, dressing in the ensemble before I left for class. I wore a new-to-me pea coat, in a dark metallic gray, to keep warm and walked down the street slowly, feeling like a new woman.

  I grabbed a coffee on campus and made my way to my seat, thankful for just the one class today. I could spend quality time with my team and learn some more today, since I didn’t have time scheduled with Damon. Did I wish that I did?

  I made my way to the bus after class and rode it into the city as I watched out of the window. My iPad and phone were tucked in my worn messenger bag that I carried now, just in case I needed them. I didn’t use them at home too much, since I didn’t feel like they were really mine, and I had my personal cell phone for whatever I needed. Our wi-fi connection was spotty in the house, at best, which made getting homework difficult. I rolled my head back to massage my sore neck as I watched the bus approach the stop at which I was getting off.

  I walked up to the building as I noticed Devin walking inside and stopped, allowing him time to get to the elevator. I hadn’t talked to him, but he also hadn’t contacted me. I assumed that Autumn told him that I was seeing someone at school, and he was likely confused about that.

  I remembered back to the night we went to his place. Seeing Damon in his car had thrown me off, but I wasn’t in the mood for Devin to begin with. I couldn’t find anything too wrong with him when I thought about it. He was handsome, intelligent, and he had a great future. Devin was also funny and kind, and I might kick myself later for letting him go.

  His kisses were nothing more than pleasant, though. They didn’t fill me with the desire that Damon’s did, or the urgency to feel more. They actually repulsed me a bit, since they came off just like the guys that I’d slept with. He seemed like he’d leave the moment I gave in, and that worried me, considering that we worked together. I didn’t want that hanging over my head, so what was I doing with Damon?

  Us not working out could affect everything, and I knew that seeing the boss was foolish, particularly for an intern like myself. I would always have my degree, but being let go from a company like Elkus Manfredi, especially with a reputation, would be stupid. I could blacklist myself, and then what? Mom would never have a better life, and I would’ve wasted the years in school and all of the hard work. I thought of her and sadness filled me as I realized that I could completely disappoint her.

  I blinked and made sure that the coast was clear before I walked slowly across the lobby to the elevators, pushing the button as I looked around at my surroundings. They still took my breath away, regal and beautiful as they were. I couldn’t believe that I worked here, even now.

  I’d gone over some of the previous designs with Damon as he told me about the company, and they were impressive. It was something that I’d love to do for a living. I could see why he was so successful and famous around the country. I just didn’t know where I fit in, if at all.

  I was relieved when the team seemed busy and distracted as I walked in. Setting my stuff down, I joined in with them to discuss the plans. I was already having doubts, and I didn’t need judgment with it to make my veins any colder.

  Part 4

  Damon

  I knew that it wasn’t my day to work with Elisa, and it was killing me. I chose her to work with me three days out of the five, because I didn’t want to get addicted to her, but fuck if I hadn’t failed at that already. I picked up my phone and pulled her number up, st
aring for a moment before I set it down. I asked myself, yet again, why I was pursuing her, and my cock answered me as I bit my lip.

  Elisa would be my finest reward, once I’d fucked her. I was going to turn her world inside out and hopefully move on with my life after that.

  Still, though, there was something about her that more than just the way she enticed me sexually. She seemed genuine and kind at heart, which was a trait that I was not used to in a woman. Most of the notches on my belt were after something much more than a night, knowing that was I was wealthy beyond their imagination, and could get them far in this city. Elisa didn’t ask for anything, and was even annoyed by the gift of her shoes. I’d never argued with a woman over a purchase before Elisa, and wondered where her intense pride came from.

  I heard my phone vibrate on the desk and reached over to see that it was Sharon. I hadn’t heard from her in a while, and I thought back to the last time that I’d seen her. I hoped that she wasn’t looking for a relationship, still, but I could use a massage to ease my tense muscles. I sent her back a text, making my needs clear, even as something nagged at me in the back of my mind.

  She was agreeable to a massage, and I agreed to meet her in a few hours at the hotel. That was it; just a massage. I was horny as hell, but it wasn’t just for anybody. I made an excuse with my managers about a doctor’s appointment that they probably saw through, since I rarely went, but I didn’t have to worry about it, since it was over email. I was the boss and could do what I wanted, though I didn’t feel that way right now.

  I felt weak, and resented the new emotion.

  I locked my office and made my exit at three o clock, stepping out of the elevator as I started across the lobby and froze. Elisa was walking with Vince, holding a coffee as she laughed at something that he said. She looked sensational in deep purple pants and a clingy sweater, and I smiled as I looked down at the gray shoes that she was wearing. I knew she liked my gift.

  Her face turned, and she looked at me with expressive eyes. I felt like shit, going where I was, but I didn’t owe her anything. Still, her eyes beckoned to me before she looked forward and walked toward the elevators again. We had to play it off. I walked across the lobby, feeling eyes on me as I left the building, and walked over to the car where Mark was waiting. “Early day?” He asked, as I climbed into the back.

  “I have a meeting. Drop me at the hotel,” I told Mark as I caught his eyes in the mirror. I almost always had the window down that separated us, unless I had a woman in here with me. Mark could probably listen if he wanted to, though I was confident that he had his own life to worry about. Mark was a good-looking man and kept himself in shape, seeing that he was something of a bodyguard if the need arose. It was a requirement for this job, even though I could take care of myself just fine. It was just reassuring to have back up, since I was well-known in this city. Mark was a friend to me.

  He pulled away from the curb and drove the few blocks to the hotel, pulling into the circular driveway to drop me off.. I told him I’d call if I needed a ride later, and he nodded as he gave me a look. “Are you okay, Damon?”

  “I'm all right, Mark,” I assured him, as I smiled stiffly and walked into the lobby. Inside, I felt torn up as I made my way to the elevator bank and pushed the button, staring at the ground. Something was different today. I unlocked the door and showered, slipping on some lounge pants as I poured a drink at the bar. I paced the suite restlessly before going over to my phone and picking it up, staring at the screen. I was just sending Elisa a text when there was a knock at the door, and I watched as it sent before I put the phone down with a sigh.

  I opened the door and let Sharon in, looking at her in the tight leggings and white shirt. She appeared more like a professional massage therapist today. “I didn’t know you owned clothes like that for work,” I told her, as her eyes darkened and she walked by, her head held high. Perhaps she had dressed like that in the beginning, but I couldn’t remember now. I sensed that she was going to have an attitude, and I almost sent her away, but remained silent as she covered the bed with her towel. “Why did you call?”

  “I missed seeing you, Damon. You’ve been a client for a long time,” she replied, as I realized that she was right. I’d been getting massages from Sharon for a couple of years now. She was a good girl, and, as long as she knew her place, I’d keep her around. “I apologize for the last time we spoke. I lost myself for a moment, but I know what this is now.”

  “What’s that, Sharon?” I asked, as I strode forward and stood behind her.

  “It doesn’t go past that door, and I’ll have no expectations,” she explained, as she stared forward.

  “Good girl,” I responded, as I dropped onto the mattress and kicked my pants off. As far as a massage, it felt good. Sharon’s hands pressed into my muscles as I tensed a few times, and my cock was even at half-mast, though I didn’t want to ravage her like before.

  “You’re tense. Is everything okay?” Sharon asked, as she stroked my neck firmly.

  “Work stuff,” I mumbled, as she continued to rub my skin. The oils were slick on my skin, and I closed my eyes, imagining Elisa doing the rubbing as I felt myself harden against the towel. Her hands on my body would be so hot, and I smiled as I felt Sharon move to my back, kneading as I relaxed into the bed. I was so into my fantasy that I believed it was Elisa that slid her hands over my ass and between my legs. “Fuck,” I groaned, as fingers teased my balls and stroked slowly, slick with oil.

  “I knew you wanted it,” the voice was garbled as I lifted my hips and allowed access. The hand tightened around me as I moaned and rocked as someone encouraged me to roll over.

  “Elisa, yes,” I moaned as I moved onto my back, ready for her.

  “Who is that?” I opened my eyes to see Sharon staring at me with hurt eyes. “Are you seeing someone?”

  “Get your mouth on me, Sharon.” My voice was firm, and she licked her lips before crawling over me and bobbing her head over my cock. She moaned with the movement, and I pulled the bun out of her hair to hold her still as I rocked against her. I heard her protest as I started to fuck her in earnest, needing the release. “Take it. Swallow my come,” I ordered, as I watched her move over me.

  I shot deep in her throat as she gagged slightly, pulling away to stare at me.

  “Is that all?”

  “Finish the massage,” I told her, turning over on my stomach and closing my eyes. A part of me felt badly, deep down inside, a place that I’d never had feelings before. There would always be a part of me that was dominant and got off on women doing what I told them, but perhaps I was getting more selective now.

  I’d come hard.

  Sharon finished the full body massage before she left, accepting the bills I slipped into her hand as she prepared to leave. She took her towel and stuffed it into the bag, closing the door behind her as I took a deep breath. I knew that she was still feeling the pain from before, since I could see it in her eyes. I couldn’t find it in myself to care. I just wondered why I got so involved in the fantasy with Elisa.

  I remembered the text that I sent her earlier and strolled over to wash my hands, grabbing the phone to take it to the bed. I knew that the oil was still on my skin, but I paid a lot for this room, and they could wash the sheets. I opened my messages and saw that she’d responded about fifteen minutes after my original message. Elisa was shy, even with her words, and I smiled as I glanced down to see my cock hardening again. I skipped the message feature and dialed the number, smiling as I heard her voice on the other end.

  “Damon? Are you okay?” Her voice was filled with concern, and it filled me with something stronger than lust.

  “Just thinking about you,” I responded, enjoying her giggle. “Are you still at work?”

  “We quit early tonight. Vince had a meeting,” she replied, as I narrowed my eyes.

  “Is he interested in you?” I asked her, as she gasped on the other end.

  “What?”

  “Yo
u heard me,” I growled, suddenly angry as I sat up. “Has he shown interest in you?”

  “I turned him down, Damon. Everyone thinks that I have a boyfriend at school,” Elisa told me, as I ran a hand through my hair.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are?” My voice softened, as I dropped back against the pillows. “Do you see it?”

  “I don’t see what you see,” she told me softly, as I longed to show her in every possible way. “I don’t know why you’re even pursuing me.”

  “I want you, Elisa.” I didn’t call women on the phone. I didn’t have conversations with them once I had slept with them, and rarely before. Elisa was different. “Where are you?”

  “Home. I have to study,” she replied, as I slid my hand down my stomach.

  “Are you alone?” I could hear the rise in my voice as she went silent on the other end.

  “For once, yes,” she replied, as I closed my eyes. “I don’t know how long.”

  “Are you in bed?” I asked, as I heard her shuffling around.

  “Yeah,” she said, as I gripped myself.

  “Touch yourself, Elisa. Tell me how wet I make you,” I said, as I stroked myself slow and hard.

  “I…Damon. I’ve never done this over the phone,” Elisa sounded nervous as I listened carefully. There was some shuffling and then a breathy moan. “Oh, God.”

  “There you go,” I murmured, not wanting to scare her. Elisa was new to a lot of things, and I needed to take this slow. “I’m so hard right now. I wish I could slide my cock up and down your wet pussy.” I heard her cry out and smiled, knowing that I was getting to her. “It is wet?”

  “Yes, oh, yes,” she whispered as I heard her moan again. I kept the talk going as I stroked myself, timing it to the orgasm that I knew she was close to having. “Oh, Damon. I’m…oh!” I clenched my hand tighter around myself and shot into the air as she moaned uncontrollably on the other end. This was so easy, and I jerked as my heat dropped on me.