“Are you really this dumb? We’ve been more than clear in our dislike of you, you just called us bitches, and now you think we’ll invite you over for movie night? You’re beyond delusional.”
God, I love Chloe. And Candi. I know they’re being like this because Faith is their friend, and it makes my heart swell. Plus, they’re both so funny.
“This is just unacceptable for a business meeting.”
“You can walk out anytime. Please do, in fact, and let the door hit you in the ass. You obviously need to be knocked down. I mean, how do you come in here and act all haughty when we’re all just as rich as you? We don’t need you or your business.”
“You earned your money on your back, didn’t you Candi? I saw the newspapers.”
“Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
“Hit a nerve, Owen?”
“Someone’s going to get hit if you say another word about my wife.”
“You really are an abusive hot-head, huh? I didn’t think the rumors were true.”
“They aren’t. Owen wouldn’t touch a woman in anger. I, however, will have you crawling from the office if you insult my friend again. Any of my friends.”
Chloe’s looking as badass as Faith and her friends as she stands from her chair, glaring Elizabeth down. Elizabeth finally gives in and grabs her purse with a tortured sigh. “Let’s go, Gavin.”
“I’m not ready to leave. You go on ahead and try to find some common sense.”
“I really hate you sometimes.”
“Hating you would waste too much energy. I always dislike you greatly, though.”
“We’ll be talking about this later.”
“No we won’t. I’m busy all day.”
She stomps over and leans down to whisper in my ear. “We’ll make you pay for this.”
“Go ahead and try.”
She goes to slap me, but I dodge her and stand up. She starts to lunge for me again, but Candi grabs her. “You’re really going to want to leave right now.”
“You’re right, I do. I’ll see you later, Gavin.”
“Not if I can help it,” I mumble under my breath.
She leaves and the tension in the air goes with her. Owen breaks the silence that follows her out. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing with her? I saw you leave the Corrigan ball with the hot chef.”
“Faith? Yeah, I was with her.” I don’t think the guys know about everything, so I don’t know what to say.”
“And you left her for....well, I have no words for what the being that just left is. And Faith, man, she has that long hair. I bet that was fun.”
“I’m right here in the room, Owen.”
“I know where you are, babe. But you’ve seen that hair.” She smacks him upside the head.
“You’re only allowed to objectify me, and only then because I know you respect me and only act that way because we’re very sexual. It is not okay for you to talk like that about other women.”
“We all do it. Right?” He looks to me and Ryan, but I look away and Ryan holds up his hands.
“Do not involve me in your jack-assery, little brother. Mom’s got Erin tonight and I want to be with my sexy wife in our bed.”
“What does that mean, Ry? If you weren’t looking to get lucky, you’d admit that you talk like that?” Chloe asks him.
“No?”
“Our husbands are idiots, Candi.”
“But we love them and they give us some awesome orgasms, so we’ll put up with it.”
“True.”
“Who’s objectifying who now?” Ryan asks, causing both women to glare at him.
“I think you guys should just stay quiet,” I tell them with a laugh.
“You’re probably right. Sorry ladies,” Ryan tells them.
“Yeah, sorry. You know we love you.”
“Yes, Owen, and that’s why I’m not making my husband sleep alone on our date night.”
“Thank God. And you, Chlo. Thank you.”
I hang out with them for a little longer, telling Ryan it’s no problem that Elizabeth ran out. I apologize for wasting their time, and let them know I’ll call them first when I’m ready to build something—without the psycho bitch.
Chapter 11
Faith
I’ve been back to work with Susan for a little over a week now. Thanksgiving is in a couple of weeks, and she gathers the staff into the Great Room for a talk. Joyce has already told me that we’re having a big dinner. She latched onto me again as soon as I walked through the door after my name was cleared. It’s made me more than a little suspicious of her. Aiden thinks she’s a little odd, too. I put the thoughts aside as Susan starts to speak.
“As you all know, I have quite a bit to be thankful for this year. Because of that, I want to host an early Thanksgiving Dinner this weekend. It’s for all of you, as well as some special guests. I invited some people I admire, and also some surprising new benefactors. I think it will be a wonderful way to celebrate before you go off to be with your families for the official holiday.”
“You’re thinking traditional dishes, Mom?”
“Yes and no. I’d like turkey and all the fixings, but I was also hoping that you and Faith would agree to collaborate on some new dishes. I know the two of you don’t like each other, but it would mean a lot to me if you’d do this.”
“We’ll do it. Gavin and I can cook together without drawing blood.”
“Yeah, Mom. It’s cool.”
Actually, it’s going to be hot. Very, very hot. And we can’t react like we do at my place. When we’ve been cooking together there, one of us ends up with some kind of sauce or soup spread all over our body. While the other person licks it off. I catch Gavin’s eye and know he’s thinking the same thing. None of that can happen here, but we wish it could. Cooking is like foreplay to us, and it’s going to be hard to tamp that down. But we will because we have to. Somehow.
Everyone breaks up, and I follow him into the kitchen to start planning. I’m in a sweater with a zipper going up one side, and plaid skinny pants. As we talk about the food, Gavin starts to reach for the zipper when Elizabeth walks in.
“What are you doing in here, Faith? I thought you worked in the office now.”
“Susan asked me to help Gavin with the dinner menu for this weekend.”
“My man can handle it all alone, can’t you?” she asks him, winding her arms around his neck.
“No, actually, I can’t,” he says as he untangles himself and turns his back on her.
I see her eyes flash before she grabs him and kisses him. He has to play along, but I don’t have to look. I turn my head until he pulls away. I see her smirk in my direction out of the corner of my eye.
“See you later. I can’t wait to have your mouth all over me, Gavin.”
He doesn’t respond, but I see his hands clenched into fists at his side. She saunters out, and he turns to the sink. He grabs some mouthwash from under the sink and rinses at least five times before looking at me.
“I’m so sorry.”
“You had to play along. Why on earth do you have mouthwash in here?”
“She likes to do that. Surprise me in front of people so I can’t push her away. I don’t want any trace of her in my mouth.”
“You didn’t open your mouth. I mean, I turned away, but—“
“I didn’t. I never do, but I don’t take any chance that her saliva somehow got in there.”
“I think you’d be fine, Gav.”
“No. I see you every night, and I won’t chance that when I kiss you.”
“I wish you could kiss me now.”
“Me too. But later I’ll kiss you so much you’ll get bored with me.”
“I don’t think that will happen.”
“Good.”
We plan out the menu while standing on opposite sides of the island. Because, seriously, even talking about food with each other gets us horny. Finally, when I think it’s too much for both of us, he grabs my hand and pulls me into the p
antry. He closes the door and pushes me up against it.
“Gavin, we can’t.”
“We have to.”
“What will happen when we walk out of here together?”
“We’ll start talking about ingredients as we walk out, just in case someone’s there. Or we won’t. All I know is that I need to be inside of you.”
“I need that, too.”
He reaches for my pants and undoes the button and zipper. His thumbs hook into my thong, and he pulls both items of clothing down my legs. I step out of them and my shoes while he takes his pants and clogs off. I lick my lips as I see how hard he is.
“No time for that. Tonight, we’ll use our mouths. I’ll save some of the strawberry vinaigrette from lunch.”
“Mm.”
He lifts me up, and slides into me. Our mouths are fused together and we’re both out of control. It only takes a few minutes and then I’m screaming into his mouth while he yells into mine. We hold each other for a few more minutes, catching our breath.
“Tonight. God, I can’t wait to play with you tonight,” he tells me when he lets me down and cleans us both up with some paper towels.
“If I let you,” I tease.
“You will.”
“Probably.”
He leans over and bites my hip as I’m pulling up my pants. I arch my back and pull his mouth back to mine. He pulls the zipper of my sweater up and palms me through my bra. I break away, panting and hungry for him. I know we can’t again. We already took a big risk just now.
“Has your answer changed, baby?”
“Yes. My answer’s yes.”
“I told you,” he says with a smirk as he walks out.
I stay inside for a few more minutes, trying to compose myself. Damn if that man doesn’t take me from zero to sixty in less than a second. And now he’s left me wanting. Again. I’m going to punish him for that later. Right now, I need to go splash some cold water on myself and hope the hours fly by.
* * *
Gavin
I’m whistling as I walk into Faith’s apartment. I brought the vinaigrette, along with some treats I’m planning to feed to her while I do dirty things to that hot body of hers. My plans fall by the wayside when I see her.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” That’s the only word I can think of as I drop my bag at the door to stare at her.
“You like?” she asks as she twirls around.
“I love.”
“I thought so.”
She’s got one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie I’ve ever seen, covering very little of her. The top is a lace halter that hides absolutely nothing. There’s a strap connecting to the little scrap of satin covering my ultimate prize. When she turned, I could see a bare back with a couple more straps leading into some more lace and satin covering the top of her perfect ass. I’m ready to drop to the floor and worship at her altar.
“You know that’s going to be in pieces very soon.”
“After I dance.”
“Dance?” I ask, my voice coming out hoarse and needy.
“I’ve always wanted to strip to a certain song, and tonight’s the night.”
I’ll never survive this. Never. They might as well send the body bag now. That’s my last coherent thought as I sit on her couch with her over me. She puts on Nelly Furtado’s “Say It Right” and I can only remember gyrating hips and her body being slowly exposed to me before I come right there in my pants yelling out words that I’ve never even heard of.
“I…that…wow…I mean…”
“Words will come back to you soon, Gavin. Just give yourself a minute and go clean up while I put some clothes on.”
Clothes on? Is she insane? “No clothes. I have plans.”
“I changed them.”
“A minor distraction,” I tell her as I stand up and walk over to my bag.
“Excuse me?”
“That didn’t come out right. I just meant that I’m not giving up on my plans. I do need to clean up, though. When I come back out here, I’d like you to be lying on the coffee table, wearing this.”
I hand her the satin lace mask I bought at the lingerie store. She looks at it, and then up at me. I’m surprised to see her looking vulnerable. She seems to gather herself, and nods.
“Okay,” she says, her voice a little shaky.
“Faith? What is it? I’m not going to hurt you or do anything you wouldn’t like. I promise. I just want to feed you some things while I make us both feel good.”
“I’d like that.”
She smiles, and it seems whatever weary thoughts she had passed. She’s okay with this, she trusts me. That makes me happier than anything else we’ve said or done with each other. Her trust is the most precious gift she can give me. I’ve known for a while now that I have her heart, but understandably, her trust was more elusive. I kiss her on the forehead and go into the bathroom.
When I walk back out a few minutes later, she’s on the wooden coffee table with the mask over her eyes, just like I asked. I grab the bag and kneel next to her, placing a kiss on her stomach. “Such a good girl. You’re going to be rewarded for that.”
“I certainly hope so.”
I chuckle as I take out the first container. This one she’s expecting. I dip my fingers into the vinaigrette and use them to drizzle it over her breasts. Her nipples harden to points on contact, and she smiles. I put the container down and rub one finger over her lips until her tongue slips out. While she licks my fingers, I lick and suck both of her nipples clean.
“Did you like the vinaigrette, Faith?”
“Yes,” she says as she arches her back. I blow on her wet nipples, before reaching for the next container.
I dip some thick pretzels into the salted caramel sauce and then use them to paint her ribs. “I know you’re ticklish, but try to hold still.”
She does, and I reward her by coating more pretzels and putting them at her mouth. When I straddle her, she opens her mouth on a moan, so I give her one to suck on. I slide down and start nibbling on the caramel as I put two fingers inside of her. She’s bucking up as much as she can with my weight holding her down. She comes hard while biting down on the last pretzel. I finish licking the caramel off and then lick my fingers.
“You taste good with caramel.”
“Gavin, please.”
“I’ve got you. I know your pussy wants me, but not just yet. I need you to lean up on your arms and open your mouth for me now.”
She does, and I lift the wine bottle above her head, pouring a small trickle into her mouth. Some falls out, just like I expected and I lick it up off her cheeks and neck. Then I place a small lemon cream puff in her mouth. She nips at my fingers and I reward her with a bite on her lush breast. I alternate the wine and pastries while licking and biting her all over until she’s writhing on the table.
I continue to alternate sweet and savory tastes as I coat my fingers in hummus and position myself above her pussy. I stretch my hand up to her mouth and as I take my first lick, so does she. I feed her more and more as I feast on her. By the time the hummus is gone, she’s screaming my name, and cursing me at the same time.
“Those were some pretty harsh words, Faith. I would almost think you aren’t enjoying this. But I know you are.”
“Maybe I’m not.”
“You soaked my mouth, so don’t even try to deny it.”
“What if I told you that I can’t take anymore?”
“I’d offer you two options. Option one would be me packing up my last container and then we’d just hang out and watch movies.”
“And option two?”
“That would be feeding you my last item while fucking you hard on this coffee table.”
“Two. I want option two.”
“Good answer. This one’s going to be all about biting again. Are you ready?”
“Yes!”
I pull out a green apple slice and dip it into the butterscotch and cream mixture I made earlier. I set it on the cover and prepa
re two more. I place two slices between her breasts, and take the other slice in my hand as I position myself over her. I slide into her while I put the slice in her mouth. I find my rhythm, but am further gone than I realized. She takes matters into her own hand and feeds herself the other two slices while I pound into her.
I come with a roar. There’s no other way to describe it. I just roared like a fucking animal before collapsing onto Faith. She holds me and kisses my shoulders until I can move again.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Fucking you like that. Like some out of control animal. You didn’t even come.”
“I came twice, and ate some amazing food. I would like to take off my mask now, if that’s okay.”
“Oh, fuck. Yes, take it off. Dammit, I should’ve had it off of you already.”
“It’s fine, Gav,” she tells me as she takes it off and looks into my eyes.
“You sure?”
“Yes. You did exactly what you said you would. You fed me some yummy food while making me come so hard I nearly passed out. Twice.” She gets a sheepish smile on her face. “Do you have any more of those cream puffs and apples, though?”
“Of course. I knew you’d like them.”
“I’m a lucky woman to have a sexy chef for a boyfriend.”
“Right back atcha, darling. Well, I mean, girlfriend obviously.”
“Obviously.”
I leave her the desserts, but take the other containers into the kitchen, putting away the ones with things left in them and washing out the others. When I walk back out into the living room, she’s devouring everything.
“Did you save anything for me?”
“Um, sure.”
“I’m just kidding. I ate before I got here so you could have everything I brought.”
“That’s one of the reasons I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
“We haven’t really said that before. I mean we have, but not like this. Not serious.”
“No, we haven’t.”
“Should it have been more intense or something?”
“I think it was just perfect.”
We cuddle into each other while she finishes off her treats. We kiss and caress, but keep things from going too far. We both want to make sure the night is special. You can’t share those three words without things changing.
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