by Aimie Grey
“I’m old and settled in my ways. It would be more hassle than it’s worth. You’re young, though. It’s not too late for you. If you find someone you could picture falling in love with, you owe it to yourself to see it through.”
“Mom, there is absolutely no way I could ever fall in love with Thomas.” Although against my better judgment, I was growing quite fond of his dick. “I’m happy with my life the way it is.”
“We did this to you, didn’t we?”
She needed to let it the fuck go already. “I’m not broken, Mother. I don’t have mommy and daddy issues that ruined my chance at happiness. I just have no use for anything other than some fun every now and then.”
“I know you’re not broken, but you grew up thinking a relationship was only about who took out the trash and who did the laundry.”
Jesus. How many different ways could she say the exact same fucking thing? “I can take out my own garbage, and most of my clothes are dry clean only.”
“Don’t be like that,” Mom admonished.
“If that’s not it, what is it about?”
“To be honest, I don’t know. I’m hoping you’ll be able to tell me, someday,” she replied. Was this all because she wanted to live vicariously through me?
“All I know is that the thought of having a boyfriend makes my skin crawl. One time, a guy I was fucking kissed me on the cheek in public, and for the rest of the night, all I could think about was running home to scrub it off.” That was one of the earliest events leading up to my one-night rule.
“Oh, Juli. I’m so sorry.”
“What do you have to be sorry for?” This conversation was about to turn ugly if I didn’t reign in my frustration.
“Everything. I hope someday you find someone whose touch you welcome instead of shun.”
“I wish that for you as well, Mom.” But it isn’t going to happen for me. “I need to get back to work.”
“Okay, sweetheart. Just remember what I said.”
“I will, Mom,” I lied.
“See you later, Daddy,” I said as I rushed toward the front door.
“Hey, J.J. Do you have a few minutes for your old man?” Both of my parents had the guilt thing down pat.
Altering my course, I plopped onto the couch. “What’s on your mind?”
“Did Mom tell you about Uncle Leo?”
That might have been the first time I’d ever heard my father gossip.
“Yeah, a little.”
“You know, there’s nothing wrong with how he chooses to live his life. He’s always safe, and everyone involved knows the score up front.”
“Okay… Why are you telling me this?”
“Oh, just making conversation. He called it off with the girl he was caught with.”
“I didn’t think he was the type to see anyone long enough to need to officially call something off.”
“He’s not usually. You and I both know he has no intention of settling down, but every now and then he’ll ‘date’ the same woman for a couple of months. It never means anything, and he never has a problem walking away when it gets old.”
“But what about the women? What if they have a problem with him walking away?”
“If he doesn’t think they’ll go quietly, he won’t do them in the first place.”
Would Thomas go quietly? Perhaps I needed to stop overthinking it. The man put the whore in manwhore. By the time I grew bored with his cock, he’d probably be ready to move on as well.
“Anyway, I just thought you should know that what Leo does works for him, and I respect him for living his life in a way that makes him happy.” I heard his unspoken envy.
“I don’t judge him, if that’s what you’re worried about. In fact, I realized earlier—” Oh, shit. It was one thing to tell my mom about my promiscuity, but my dad was an entirely different story. “You heard, didn’t you?”
“Your mother’s voice tends to carry. Don’t worry. You’ll always be my little princess, but above everything else, I want you to be happy. You’re smart and responsible. You should consider what you want when you make decisions about your personal life. It’s important to listen to your logical brain, but it shouldn’t be the sole deciding factor.”
“What if I don’t know what I want?”
“In this case, I think you do but don’t want to admit it. Go with your gut and see where it takes you.”
Could I do it? Could I shift my paradigm just once? Would it be a blip on the radar or the biggest mistake of my life?
There was only one way to find out.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Thomas
“What?” There was absolutely no way in hell I’d heard her correctly, yet there she stood with her back pressed against the currently-frosted window separating my office from the conference room where Finn was meeting with potential investors. My brother knew how I felt about the project he was trying to fund and decided it would be best if my unfiltered mouth and I sat out of the meeting.
“Get. On. Your. Knees.” Like a trained puppy, I’d hit the ground before she finished repeating the third word. “Good boy.”
After hiking up her skirt, she propped one foot on my shoulder, providing an unobstructed view of a small circular charm with two words printed in the center. I wouldn’t—no, couldn’t—look away.
“What does it say?” I asked even though I knew exactly what the letters spelled. More than anything—well, maybe not anything—I wanted to hear her say the two short words.
“Lick me.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy.”
“What are you waiting for?” she asked, nudging me forward with her shoe.
Winning the internal battle, my mouth was deemed hungrier than my eyes. Without further delay, I dove in, tongue first.
Juli’s emphatic moans as I toyed with the soft flesh and hard metal were like music to my cock. Needing to feel her smooth skin, my hands traced as much of her body as they could while I continued to make her writhe with every swipe of my tongue.
“Suck it.” I wanted to keep her on the edge for hours, days if I could, but her hyped-up domination had me ready to lose it before I had a chance to unzip. If I wanted any chance of an assist, I had to get her off, and I needed to do it immediately.
“Now, Thomas. Make me come now,” she commanded before I had a chance to break out my best moves to implement my plan.
Adding two fingers to the mix, I used them to fuck her as I sucked on her clit, flicking the unnecessary silver instructions with the tip of my tongue. Most women would have come instantaneously, but every cell of my Juli’s body was stubborn.
My Juli?
Since I hadn’t had time to thoroughly explore her body and document her hot spots, I went for the obvious. With my free hand, I reached up and pinched her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
There was no way the suits in the conference room would fund Finn’s pet project when they heard Juli scream my name as she came all over my face. I should have cared, but I couldn’t find a single fuck to give at the moment.
Any of the people walking through the office suite probably could have sued for creating an uncomfortable work environment. Once again, I didn’t care.
While licking my fingers clean, I looked up at the woman who still hadn’t moved her foot from its perch on my shoulder. Based on the smug satisfaction on Juli’s face, it appeared she was rather pleased with her loud indiscretion. Finally, I found something I cared about—getting inside of her as fast as humanly possible. Which is exactly what I did.
*
“You do realize you just obliterated your rule, right?” I asked an hour and a half later as we lay on my office floor, trying to catch our breath. “There’s no way you can blame that one on me.”
“So did you,” she replied. I’d expected to see her waging war with herself, but whatever she’d been fighting had apparently lost the battle before she walked into my office. The gloriously confident, overtly sexual woman I met in Vegas w
as back and wetter than ever.
“I’m in the process of drafting a new amendment to my rule. The final draft is currently being scrutinized by my lawyers,” I joked. “What’s your excuse?”
“Something like that. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it,” she mocked.
“Hey, there’s nothing little about it.”
“Yeah, yeah, you have a big dick. There’s no need to get defensive about it—everyone in Southern California already knows.”
“Damn right they do,” I muttered.
We were too worn out—at least I was—for the ensuing extended silence to become awkward. Once our breathing returned to normal, Juli was the first to break it.
“Your office is boring.”
“What?” I chuckled. “Do you think I should get a few arcade games? If I do, I want real ones. The computer simulators they try to pass off as pinball machines are for losers.”
“No, I mean it’s time to find a new place to fuck. This was fun, but it’s losing its novelty.”
“There’s always Finn’s office.” Yeah, I really liked that idea. “Lately, he’s been spending every Thursday and Friday night in our room upstairs. The other nights are hit-or-miss. If we want the best odds of not getting caught, Sunday or Monday would probably be best.”
“Thursday night it is,” she decided.
We lay there staring at the ceiling for a few minutes longer before she spoke again. “Do you think we’ll ever end up completely naked?”
She did have a point. Between the two of us, there’d been five orgasms since she walked through the door, and we still had most of our clothes on. “I’ve seen you in all of your naked glory.”
“I meant both of us, you know, at the same time.”
“We could get naked now,” I said, reaching for the buttons of my shirt. Seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution.
“Can’t. Marina and Tate are hosting a lunch thing with some of the idiots from the studio. I have to go and make nice.” Still flat on our backs, she dropped her head to the side to look at me, and I followed her lead.
“Since when does lunch with idiots take precedence over naked time?”
“Since we want these guys to give us money for the center.”
“How much more do we need?”
“The more money we get, the more of these things we can open, the more kids we can help, blah, blah, blah.”
“This is turning into a lot of work.” Not that I minded all that much; more work equated to more Juli time. “Why do you have to be there, though?”
“Because I have the best boobs,” she deadpanned. “Why do you think?” I was surprised she held back the “idiot” that belonged at the end of the question.
“I have no doubt your boobs are the best in Hollywood—probably the best in the country—but I’ll need to conduct a more thorough evaluation before I can certify them as such.”
“You couldn’t handle that much goodness. Your head would explode.”
“Isn’t that the point?”
“You’re insatiable.”
“You’re one to talk.”
“Whatever,” she said, groaning as she tried to pull herself to a seated position only to give up and lie back down. “Seriously, though, I need to get going as soon as I have enough energy. If I leave Marina alone with them, they might convince her to agree to appear in a PSA advocating for childhood obesity without her realizing it in exchange for a donation. She tends to trust people until they give her a reason not to, and she’s way too nice.”
“But you’re not trusting and nice?”
“You obviously don’t know me very well.”
Who knew I had a thing for bad girls?
“Aside from all of that, I need to talk to the morons about the junket for Tate’s last film. The damn thing’s been in post-production forever.”
“If you’re going to be talking shop the whole time, maybe I should tag along to represent the charity.” I had no idea why those words decided to come out of my mouth. Kissing the asses of idiots for money didn’t sound the least bit appealing. Kissing Juli’s ass, however…
“Do you really want to schmooze with a bunch of middle-aged men who make terrible jokes and chew with their mouths open?” she asked as if reading my mind. “Some of them are kind of pervy—I was only half-kidding about the boobs.”
No fucking way would they even think about Juli’s tits while I still had dibs. “I think I need to meet these pervs. For the project, of course.”
“You’re a jackass,” she said almost reverently. “Fine, you can come if you agree to behave yourself, and you can’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Without taking my eyes off of hers, I felt around beside me until my hand landed on the phone that had fallen out of my pocket at some point during our romp. I held down the button until it chirped at me and then said, “Call Stephanie at work.”
“Thomas?” my assistant asked as soon as she picked up. “Why are you calling from your cell? I know for a fact you’re in your office. The whole building knows you’re in there.”
“Too tired to get up.”
Juli held back her amused laugh. Covering the phone for a second, I whispered, “I’m definitely not too tired to get it up again.”
“Prove it,” she mouthed.
Turning my attention back to Stephanie, I asked, “Will you clear my schedule for the rest of the day, please?”
“No problem. I rescheduled three meetings as soon as Ms. Griffith arrived. There are only two more on your calendar this afternoon.”
“Remind me to give you a raise.” The woman always knew exactly what I needed and when.
“Already took care of that too.”
“Whatever you gave yourself, double it.”
“If you insist.”
When the call ended, I turned to Juli. “Looks like we’re going to be late.”
“Oops,” she said and then rolled on top of me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Thomas
“I’ve waited so fucking long for this,” I said, sitting in my brother’s executive chair as Juli’s lips wrapped around my dick for the first time.
“Mmm,” she hummed, taking me deep in her throat. The woman on her knees at my feet was doing things to my cock that should have been illegal. To keep the crazy-good sensations from ending far too soon, I carefully timed the tightening of my balls with glances at the photo of the succubus on Finn’s credenza. How the camera hadn’t broken is one of the greatest mysteries of all time.
As I steeled my constitution to risk another glance at the hideous image, my phone vibrated. Watching it skid slightly across the gleaming surface of Finn’s solid cherry desk broke my concentration and almost caused me to tip over the edge. Quickly, I looked over, and the near-emergency was averted.
Thankfully, Juli hadn’t noticed the sound and her brilliant work didn’t falter. If she’d stopped, even for a split-second, at the wrong moment, I would have been in a world of hurt. Haphazard exposure to the image more dangerous than toxic-mold might’ve caused T.J. and his two buddies to retreat into my abdomen and never come out to play again.
Having the single-minded focus of a kid with a brand new Xbox, Juli also didn’t seem to notice the buzz indicating a new voicemail or the next three calls that followed in quick succession. Realizing I needed to take it, I gave in and let her finish me off.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” I yelled, still underestimating her power as she sucked the come from my balls. Even after she’d gotten every drop, she continued to suck on my cock, refusing to let it soften. Even post-orgasm hypersensitivity wasn’t enough to get me to back away from her talented mouth.
The damned phone buzzed again, reminding me why I’d given in to begin with. Stroking her hair, I reluctantly eased out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I need to get this.”
“I was wondering how many times you’d let it ring before you gave up and answered.” She grinned as she wiped the corner of her lips with the back of h
er hand.
“Yes?” I snapped at the person on the other end of the unknown number who was interrupting my play date. The interruption was only temporary. Before the caller replied, Juli had rolled a condom down my still-hard cock.
“Is this Thomas Ramsay?” a deep, masculine voice asked in a tone that dared me to snap at him again.
“Yes,” I said, extremely proud of myself for being able to both form and deliver a reply as Juli sat on my lap, sinking onto my cock.
“This is Detective Nash with the LAPD. Your son, Colton, is with me here at the Santa Monica Boulevard station. You need to come pick him up.”
Having heard the man’s words, Juli leaped to her feet while I was still trying to process them.
“Why is he there? Where’s Natalie?” I asked as I stood, shoving my dick back into my pants. My zipper put up a fight, refusing to do its only fucking job.
“Ms. Finch has been taken into custody. If you get here before ten, we will release Colton to you.” My hands were batted away from my pants. Juli quickly removed the previously forgotten condom and finished getting my clothes back in order. “If not, he’ll spend the night with someone from social services and you can pick him up in the morning.”
Looking at my watch, I realized I barely had enough time to make it. “I’m leaving now. Don’t let anyone take him.”
Shoving the phone in my pocket, I turned around in a circle, trying to figure out which way was out. I’d left my car with the valet earlier and getting it back would take more time than I had to spare.
Sensing my distress, Juli grabbed my hand and dragged me out of Finn’s office. “I parked in the back,” was all she said as she led me down a short hallway and out into the nearly empty executive parking lot.
“Where do you need to go?” she asked after she’d shoved me in the passenger seat of her BMW and climbed in beside me.
After relaying the information, I was grateful to learn her foot was made of solid lead.