“Mallory?” He questions, knowing the woman possibly can’t be standing here. He was just starting to get over her.
“Emerson. How are you?”
Well fuck, it was her. “I’m good, just going out of town for business,” he stands there, running his fingers through his hair nervously. “How are you?”
“I’m doing well. I got married a few weeks ago.”
“Oh, that’s amazing. Congratulations.”
“Emerson?” He hears from behind him. He turns to look at Kimberly walking toward him.
“Hey beautiful.” He leans in and kisses her forehead, smiling at her. “Mallory, this is Kimberly. Kimberly, meet Mallory.”
“Nice to meet you,” Kimberly says, sticking her hand out to shake Mallory’s hand.
“Likewise,” she responds, basically ignoring her hand. “Well, I must be going. I’m glad you’re doing well Emerson. Tell Jonathon I said hello.”
“Sure.”
Kimberly stares between the two, wondering if this could be someone who shared the guys as well. She looks up at Emerson to see the longing in his eyes, but there is something else there. She can’t quite put her finger on it before he turns to her with a smile.
“Who was that?”
“Mallory?”
“Emerson…”
“She’s an ex-girlfriend. I’d rather not discuss it with you.”
“Well, I’d rather hear it.”
“Not today Kimberly.” He says exasperated.
“Then maybe I should just stay home. You can think about Mallory over the weekend.” She huffs out. Why she is letting this get under her skin, she has no clue. But, she can’t seem to help it. She’s fallen for them.
He sighs before looking at her. “Kimberly, I am not ready to talk about it.”
“Fine, I’m not ready to go.”
“She doesn’t have an agreement with me. Either you come, or you’re going to jail.”
“Fuck you, Emerson.” She turns to walk out of the airport. She’d rather go to jail than to spend one more second with his infuriating ass. She gasps as an arm goes around her bicep and turns her around. The fire in his eyes is almost enough to singe her eyebrows.
“I plan on that, Kimberly. Please don’t let my past ruin the future. When I’m ready I’ll talk, but I’m not yet.”
“Keep holding me owing you over my fucking head and there will be no future. I may owe you, but I’m still a fucking human being.”
“I like this potty mouth you’ve seemed to develop.” He smirks, leaning down to kiss her forehead.
“Let go of me.”
Emerson sighs as he drops her arm before grabbing their bags. Leading the way to the terminal, he can’t help but smile. He never intended to develop feelings for her, but with her firecracker tendencies, she may just be his kryptonite. He smiles to himself, watching as she stomps down the hallway of the airport, with every step she takes, her ass sways. He shakes his head to clear it from the thoughts of his cock inside her to keep from embarrassing himself in this airport.
She walks over to the chairs in their respective terminal, sitting down not so gracefully. With a huff, she blows her hair out of her face, crossing her arms in front of her chest. What she doesn’t realize is that it gives him the exact image he wants. Her beautiful cream-colored tits are bulging over her shirt, making his pants become much tighter.
Kimberly knows she’s acting childish but she can’t seem to help it. If she’s going to be only sleeping with him and Jonathon, he should at least have the decency to tell her. She’d tell him about her exes. He walks over, sits down beside her, and as he does, she can feel the sparks passing between them. I wonder if he feels that. She lets out a shiver as the connection passes through her. She hates that he affects her the way he does. She hates that her emotions are starting to surpass her better judgment but for the life of her, she can’t help it.
Emerson lets out an exasperated huff and turns to her. She can’t help but smirk as his body turns to her. “Kimberly.”
“What?”
“I don’t know how to tell you,” he states, reaching for her hand. “Mallory was the first woman I ever really felt something deep for, but so did Jonathon.”
She lets out a deep breath she hadn’t realized she was holding at the revelation laid out before her. So the beautiful brunette in front of her earlier was someone both men had, in fact, had in their beds.
“At first, she played us both. Neither one knowing about the other, until one night I showed up at Jonathon’s and she answered the door. I threw a fit, but we all came to an agreement. I never expected to like it, but I wanted to try rather than lose her,” he says, running his fingers through his hair.
“You still love her,” Kimberly whispers, looking away. The way she says it has Emerson breathless and his heart aching for her.
“No, that was a year ago. I have in fact moved on…” he reaches for Kimberly’s hand, kissing her knuckles before continuing. “I have you to thank for that. I wasn’t interested in anyone else before this feisty brunette stepped foot in my office.” He gives her his signature smile when their eyes finally meet. He can’t help but wonder if he is starting to feel more for her than he is letting on.
“Well, I’m glad I could be of assistance for you.”
After she speaks the words, the announcer comes over the speaker, letting them know their flight will be boarding. Emerson stands, grabbing their carry-on bags, smiling as he feels Kimberly’s eyes on his ass as if they were lasers blazing into him. He makes his way to the gate with her following directly behind him. As they walk down the ramp to the aircraft, the last person he expected to cross his mind, does. As his feelings for Kimberly start to grow, his mind turns to Jonathon and how he will handle the revelation.
They arrive at the hotel, both still not having spoken much on the plane ride. Emerson lets out a sigh and looks at Kimberly. They walk into the suite, making their way into the bedroom before Kimberly speaks.
“Emerson, you really should learn to let loose. It isn’t healthy for someone to be so serious all the time.” Kimberly says, reaching up and running her hands through his hair. It’s different to spend a night without both of the men.
“You think I am not fun, Kimberly?”
“Did I say that?” She retorts and pulls his shirt from his body.
“Along those lines, yes. I will prove you wrong. I have a surprise for you tomorrow.” He tells her as he lays her down, only to be rolled over, with her straddling his waist.
“A surprise huh?” She smiles as he rolls over on top of her, his naked chest pressed against her lace covered one.
“Mmhmm, but for now it’s time for me to fuck you.”
She lets out a breathy moan as he picks her up placing her in the middle of the bed. He pulls away slightly, reaching into his carry-on bag. He shifts all of his weight on his forearms as he lays over her.
“Do you trust me, Kimberly?”
“Yes.” She answers without hesitation, seeing the look in his eyes has her trembling.
“Good. I’m going to blindfold you.”
“Why?” She asks but he slides a finger over her lip.
“If you trusted me it wouldn’t matter.” He says with a smug grin.
She nods her head as he slides the black silk tie over her eyes, tying it in a knot behind her head. After he has the blindfold set how he wants it, he slowly trails his hand from her jaw, to her neck, over the swell of her breasts. His hand continues on in a teasing descent down her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He slowly pulls her shirt over her head, followed by the tight jeans she taunted him with all night. She whimpers, feeling the heat of his body move away from her.
“Emerson?” She calls out hearing his footsteps retreating. What the hell? She reaches up to remove the blindfold but halts when she hears his footsteps getting closer. “Emerson?”
The mattress indents while he kneels at the end of the bed, looking at the woman in front of
him—the cream-lace covering her beautiful body. He grabs her foot, pulling her flush to the mattress, chuckling when she lets out an “hmph.” He takes a sip of the cold water before sliding a piece of the ice into his mouth. He kisses up her leg, making sure not to let the ice touch her just yet. He slides his palms over her knees to her thighs, before reaching the apex of her thighs. He slides his nose over her sex, inhaling the smell of her arousal.
“You are beautiful, Kimberly.” He reaches up, grabbing the band of her lace thong before ripping the material in half, exposing her beautiful pussy to him. “I’ll buy you more.” He huskily adds, sliding his cold tongue over the lips of her pussy.
“Oh!” She lets out as his tongue slides between her lips to taste the sweetness between them. Emerson reaches between her legs, lifting her hips, grabbing the cheeks of her ass—angling her hips to grant him better access to her pussy. He slides his tongue into her channel, tasting the decadence flowing from her. He lets out a groan of approval as his tongue laps at the juices flowing freely from her. He looks up at the goddess laying in his bed, sliding his tongue out of her, gliding it to the bud between her lips. He gently nibbles on her clit, smiling when he gets a squeal from her. He slides his right hand out from under her ass while slowly sliding it down the back of her leg to the apex of her thigh. He teases her for a second, running his hand between her thigh and pussy before sliding two fingers into her. He curls the two fingers while he flicks his tongue over her clit at a fast pace. He is a man on a mission, he wants to see her come undone just for him. He pushes a breath out of his lips onto her clit and within seconds she is withering underneath him. He knows she’s close, so he curls his fingers one more time and her hands tighten around the sheets. “Emerson!” She cries out as his mouth is flooded with the sweetness, the essence that is Kimberly. He continues to lap at her sweet nectar while she comes down from the high he just gave to her. He slowly flips her over onto her stomach before lifting her hips.
“Are you ready, Kimberly?”
She nods, still speechless from the orgasm he just gave to her. He grabs her hips and slams his hard cock deep into her pussy. He lets out a staggered breath, feeling the tightness of her envelope him. “So fucking good.” He leans down, kissing her back as he slams into her over and over. She reaches forward, using the headboard of the bed to keep her from losing her placing as he slams into her. He continues to slam into her as they both work their way up to another release. As Emerson continues to fuck her ruthlessly, she has no choice but to hold on for the ride. She reaches between her legs to rub her engorged bud. Just as she feels herself rising to release, she feels Emerson start to throb inside her tight channel. She knows he’s about to come so she lets herself go. She rubs her clit faster as her sex tightens and releases around his throbbing cock. “Emerson!” She cries, exploding around him.
“Fuck!” He howls, spurting his release into her. He rests his head on her back while he comes down from the heaven he just witnessed. He reaches up, pulling the scarf away from her head as she lays completely spent underneath him. He leans forward kissing her temple before rolling off of her, lying down beside her. “You are beautiful, Kimberly.”
“So are you.” She lets out on a yawn.
“I have a couple of things to do before I come to bed, but you rest.” He kisses her on the nose as he pulls the duvet over her. He slides out of the bed, his body protesting as the warmth of her body leaves his. He slides his jeans back on, looking back at the inviting bed. Smiling when he hears the light snores of the woman already asleep there. He turns from the bed, making his way to the den to make sure Jonathon has everything he needs for the meeting tomorrow.
The next morning, Kimberly wakes up to an empty bed. She sits up hugging the sheet around her before she notices the piece of paper lying on the pillow that his head rested on the night before.
Kimberly,
Trust me, I would rather have stayed in this bed with you all morning. I had to run to the attorney general’s office this morning to square away the details on this case. Enjoy your day on the beach or shopping or whatever you want. I left my credit card on the table next to your breakfast, please use it. Tomorrow it’s your day. Be prepared, I have a surprise.
Emerson.
She re-reads the letter over and over before sliding out of the sheets. She picks up the t-shirt he was wearing on the flight last night, sliding it over her head. She makes her way through the hotel suite when she hears her phone ding. She walks over to the table that holds her iPhone, smiling as she sees Jonathon’s name on the screen.
Jonathon: I hope you’re enjoying your weekend with the boring associate. I’m stealing you away next weekend.
Kimberly: Oh? Where to? By the way. I met Mallory.
Her phone lights up instantly, his ringtone filling the silence of the room. She hits the answer button, placing the phone to her ear. She hears his breathing coming across the connection.
“Mallory, eh?”
“Mmhmm…”
“How?”
“She was in the airport, and Emerson looked as if he’d seen a ghost. So I made him talk about her.”
“She’s in the past, you’re the future.”
“Well, thank you.”
“She’s nothing like you.”
“How so?” She can’t help but question, because his tone changes as he says it.
“You…” silence is all she hears before he takes a breath and continues. “You are caring, and beautiful, not just the outside but the inside as well. Mallory was venomous and maleficent from the beginning. Emerson doesn’t know this, but I paid her to leave. She was ruining him with her evil. I loved her, but I care for him more. He’s a good man, and she was after us both for one thing. I gave her what she wanted and she did what I expected.”
“Wow. I don’t see how you can say I’m not like her though…” she is quiet, remembering how they all came to this arrangement.”
“Why?”
“Because… Did I not strike this up for money?”
“You’re situation is completely different. You are a different person. Please know that.”
“Okay.”
“Have fun this weekend, Kimberly. I have a meeting, I need to go.”
“Goodbye Jonathon.”
She hangs up and sits at the table. She glances down to see the black AMEX card on the table beside a cup of fresh fruit. The card was a symbol of a wonderful day ahead of shopping for things she could wear to make Emerson happy, but after the conversation she had with Jonathon, it is a resemblance of exactly what she is. Even if she isn’t like Mallory, she agreed to this arrangement because she didn’t have the money she needed to make sure she got out of the predicament she placed herself in. She leaves the credit card sitting on the table, in the same place Emerson left it. She stands, grabbing the bowl of fruit. Walking into the bedroom, she grabs her kindle out of her carry-on and walks out onto the balcony of the suite. The salty air of the ocean soothes her while she relaxes in the plush cream-colored lounge chair. She smiles while watching the kids down on the beach building sand castles and learning to knee board.
Kimberly is awoken by a hand shaking her gently. She looks around, realizing where she is and smiles when she looks into the green eyes of Emerson.
“I didn’t want to wake you, but you’re turning red.”
“Thank you. What time is it?”
“Twelve. I came to see if you’d like to go to lunch. You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs his fingers through his hair as she notices the strain in his face.
“You were worried, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have worried you.”
“It’s okay, you’re safe. Let’s go take a shower.” He winks as he stands, reaching for the knot in his tie as he pulls it. He slides it over his head, throwing it at her while he walks to the bathroom.
She jumps up from the chair, walking as fast as she can to catch up with him. He grabs her around the waist from behind as she walks into the bedroom
. She squeals while he carries her to the marble shower. “I can walk!” She says between gasps of giggles.
“I prefer to carry you like a caveman.” He laughs into her ear, setting her down to remove his charcoal slacks. He drops his boxers, reaching for the shower dial to turn the water on. “Sit on the counter, Kimberly.” His voice takes on a serious tone, making his demand. Immediately, Kimberly’s pussy is soaked. She does as he asks, sitting on the cold granite of the sink. As the cold surface makes contact with her body, she lets out a gasp. Emerson notices immediately the way her nipples pebble under his t-shirt, and the fragrance of her arousal in the air. He walks over to her, almost like a lion stalking his prey.
He reaches for the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it up her side, his fingers tracing the naked skin under it. His lip curls on the left, realizing she isn’t wearing any panties. He kneels in front of her and pulls the shirt over the rest of her body, over her head. He spreads her legs on the counter, opening her up for his taking. He leans down, his eyes on her, placing his nose to her most intimate body part and inhaling. “You smell so fucking intoxicating, Kimberly.” He chuckles, blowing air onto her clit as she shakes from the need to be touched. “What do you want, Kimberly?”
“Your tongue on me.”
“Where?” He asks as she lets out an exasperated sigh. He tries to hide the smile from her, knowing he’s agitating her.
“My pussy. Eat me, Emerson.”
He growls out as she says it. If there was one thing Kimberly was not, it was a prude. The woman knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it. She moved her hand from the counter and wrapped it in his wavy locks while he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her swollen bud.
“Yes! Just like that!” She moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair. He growls out while his tongue flicks over her clit, over and over. He runs a hand up her right leg from the arch of her foot, all the way to the junction of her thigh. He looks into her eyes, sliding a finger into her dripping channel. She shakes from the pleasure, knowing she’s close to coming. He inserts a second finger, turning them to curl into her g-spot.
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