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by Kimberly Reese


  “Holy fuck,” she finally pants as she starts to come down.

  “We’re just getting started, Perrie.”

  Without warning, I flip her body over and bend her over the back of the couch.

  “Stay there,” I order as I step back.

  To my delight, she doesn’t move, but I can hear her ragged breathing. I step back to admire the round curves of her ass and wet glimpse of her pussy between her thighs. My hands roam over each ass cheek, and I slap my palms against them, enjoying the movement.

  “You can suck my cock later, but right now, I’m going to fuck this pussy the way I’ve wanted to since I met you.”

  “And how’s that?” I’m surprised she has the energy to form a sentence. Looks like I have some work to do.

  I reach down and extract the condom from my discarded pants, which I roll on. I lean over her body and brush her hair aside so I can whisper in her ear.

  “Like it’s mine.”

  Her moan turns into a wheeze as I thrust into her.

  “So goddamn tight.” I pump into her, my hips working quicker with each thrust, and I reach one hand around so I can slap her clit. The action makes her jerk against me, and I move both hands to her hips, gaining purchase as I pound out my arousal and frustration into her accepting body.

  “I’m going to fuck this pussy, Perrie, and one day, I’ll fuck this ass too. Have you ever done that before? Taken a cock in your ass?” She shakes her head emphatically, and my dick swells further in reaction. I pepper her ass with grasps and slaps, and when she’s eagerly pushing back against me, I lick my thumb and play with the hole I now know is untouched.

  Her pussy clenches around me, and I know without asking that she’s turned on and curious about what comes next. I circle my thumb around the tight pucker as I continue to thrust, and when I finally push it inside, she shatters all over my dick. My thumb pumps in tandem with my hips, and the fluttering of her inner muscles drives me closer to the brink.

  I pull out briefly, flip her over, and thrust back into her. She’s even tighter now that she’s come multiple times, and I mercilessly play with her clit as I ravage her body the way she’s ravaged my patience and willpower.

  I fuck her long into the night, and I don’t allow myself to come until she’s orgasmed so many times that she’s begging me to stop, her body boneless and relaxed with pleasure. With a roar, I finally empty myself into the condom and collapse onto her relaxed limbs, my forearms preventing me from crushing her.

  “I…” It takes her a few moments to gather her wits. “I...yeah.”

  I smirk as I roll to my side and sprawl next to her on the couch. Mission accomplished. As we lie here side by side, the feelings of guilt from the past few days are held temporarily at bay. I can pretend she’s mine and that my life hasn’t been flipped topsy-turvy, and I savor the peace that comes from that thought.

  I’m not sure how long we lie pressed against one another, but it isn’t long before my cell beeps with a text. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I move to find my phone. My heart sinks at what I see, and Perrie questions the look on my face.

  “What is it?”

  I look down at the text that came through.

  Rachel: Lawrence, I just landed at the airport. Surprise! Let’s meet up tomorrow. Can’t wait to see you! xx

  My eyes raise to Perrie’s, and I say, “Our reality check.”

  23

  Perrie

  I’m being really dumb right now, but I miss him, and this risk is going to be worth it—I hope. I let his receptionist know I’m here to see him, and once she confirms he’s available and wants to see me, I all but skip to his office. With a quick knock, I let myself in and shut the door behind me.

  He’s already standing, leaning against his desk, and the look of surprise as he eyes me makes me doubt this random visit.

  “Hi,” I say softly with a small wave of my hand.

  “What are you doing here, Perrie?” he asks, brows dropping slightly, looking at the closed door behind me. He looks almost paranoid, and I don’t blame him. Like I said before, this is a huge risk.

  “I know this is unexpected, but I wanted to see you,” I tell him, taking a step toward him. My hands find his chest when I’m close enough. “I needed to see you, Sterling. I know that radio silence is our thing after we hook up, but it’s been damn near a week since I’ve even talked to you. I know Rachel’s back, and I can’t imagine how busy she’s keeping you, but—”

  “Don’t do that,” he interrupts, eyes searching mine and head shaking slightly. “I wanted to see you too, things have just been insane at work, and Rachel has been keeping me busy with tasks I shouldn’t be doing for the upcoming gala.”

  “Is that the only way she’s been keeping you busy?” I have no right to ask, but I need to know. My heart clenches in anticipation of his answer.

  “Perrie,” he huffs out. “I’m not sure what you’re looking for here.”

  I flinch at his words, knowing that I’m being ridiculous. I swallow over a lump. “I get it, Sterling, I do. But I guess I just had to ask.”

  “Are you still hooking up with that Zane dude?” His question comes out hard, and it shouldn’t, but it brings me a sense of satisfaction.

  I look away, shame bubbling in the pit of my stomach. I don’t answer, but I know I should, so I tell him the truth. “It helps keep me in check. Hooking up with him and having him around helps keep me from reaching out too, especially in the deepest hours of the night when I’m lonely the most. This whole situation is messed up, and I shouldn’t even be here right now.”

  His eyes darken as I share my honesty with him, and now he’s looking at me so intensely, my palms start to sweat.

  “No, but you are, so what are you going to do about it, Perrie? Is that all you came to say?” he challenges, and I move my hands down the length of his body, stopping just above his waistband.

  “I should walk out, I should settle for your random visits at my condo, and I should take what you give when you can give it.”

  “Why are you rambling, Perrie? Are you nervous?” His voice drops an octave, and my body begins to tremble.

  He is trouble wrapped in a nice suit, five o’clock shadow, and sky blue eyes, and he is the biggest risk I’ve ever taken. But I am living for it, not an ounce of regret setting in. My body has grown to crave his, and my heart has gotten glimpses of the man beneath the surface. This isn’t a mistake, as messed up as our entire situation is, and I want him to know that. It’s more difficult on his end than mine, and the anger and disappointment I felt at his silence after our last night together fades as that realization sets in.

  “I’m so infatuated with you, Sterling, and this is one of the few ways I can show you that.

  Zane is a decent substitute when I can’t have you, but you know what I’ve been really craving lately?” I ask him huskily, willing every ounce of confidence I have to the surface.

  He lazily looks me over, a small smile threatening to spread on his lips. “What’s that?”

  I lean in, lips resting just below his ear against his jawline, and whisper, “Your dick in my mouth.”

  A hand reaches out and grips my waist, bunching the side of my dress. “You couldn’t wait, huh?”

  “I could have.” I shrug. “But I really did miss you, and since I don’t know where you live, this was the next best place.”

  “You could have called.”

  “That would have been too risky,” I say, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly, gently rubbing his length through his dress pants.

  “And coming to my work isn’t?” he questions coolly.

  “We could always play it off like a business arrangement or something. I’m not too worried,” I admit, sinking to my knees. His hand slips from my waist to my shoulder, lightly squeezing.

  “This is a new side to you,” he observes.

  “Yeah, well, you can thank yourself for that.”

  After that, no more words
are exchanged. Not when I pull out his hard length and lick the precum off his tip, or when I take him into my mouth as far in as he can go, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat. When he finds his release in my mouth and I swallow, I stand, combing my fingers through my hair to calm the mess his grip left.

  I wipe the side of my mouth and smile, leaning forward to press a slow, longing kiss against his lips. “Thank you for letting me stop in, Mr. Montgomery.”

  He puts himself away, and I move to pull away, but his hands stop me, gripping either side of my face. His mouth connects with mine, and his tongue begs for entrance between my lips. We stand here kissing for who knows how long before I finally pull away. With one last kiss and a quick wave, I turn to leave.

  Just as I open the door, I glance back. “Don’t be a stranger, Sterling, we’re only just beginning.”

  I leave with a newfound determination to make whatever this is with him work. I feel liberated and alive, and it’s because of him. It’s an outdated, cliché saying, but there really is something about him that I’ve never felt or experienced with anyone else.

  I knew this day was coming. The problem with bliss is that at some point you are brought back down to Earth and forced to deal with reality.

  Rachel sits on my couch, the same one Sterling and I swapped bodily fluids on several weeks before. We’ve hooked up a few times since his office, always meeting at random times. It’s been nice, it’s been sexual, and it almost feels normal—our kind of normal.

  “So, the gala is coming up, do you have any idea what you’re going to wear or what date you’re going to take?” she asks, eyes wide with curiosity as she plucks an invisible piece of lint from her white blouse.

  “That’s right, the gala, I almost forgot.” It isn’t a total lie, but it definitely hasn’t been at the forefront of my mind lately. “I’m not sure if I’m bringing a date yet or not, we’ll see.”

  As the words leave my mouth, I bristle at the thought of Sterling reacting to me being on Zane’s arm the entire night in front of him. It’d build great tension for the sex later, though. Hmm.

  Rachel places a hand on the growing bump forming on her tall form. I swallow back a pang of guilt and sorrow, self-loathing taking root in the center of my chest. I breathe in and out deeply. A piece of Sterling may belong to me for now, but he’s cemented to her forever, and that thought leaves a foul taste in my mouth. I’m a horrible human being, but I’m in too deep to care. It’s too late to go back.

  “Is everything okay, Perrie?” Her eyes follow where mine have stopped, and she nods in understanding. “Oh, I see. Your time will come. Someday you’ll be in love and pregnant too. You’re still young, so you’ve got at least a few good years left. Maybe.”

  Her words are backhanded like everything she says, and I just smile and nod politely in response.

  She continues to muse about the gala, sharing every single detail with me like it’s an honor for me to know and not a punishment.

  I did this to myself though, and because I’m hooking up with her baby daddy and longtime boyfriend—albeit on and off again—I let her say what she needs to without interruption.

  I have nothing in common with Rachel, and the more time I spend with her as I get older, the more I realize it. So why am I letting this friendship continue when it’s doing nothing but irritate me? I have no idea.

  Finally, after talking my ear off about anything and everything having to do with her, Sterling, the baby, and the gala, she leaves, but not before making me promise to dress my best for the gala. Even though she swears they have their own PR company, she’d still like me to spread the word. I give her a tight smile in response to that.

  “I’ll be there, no worries,” I assure before closing the door as she walks away.

  I sigh, hopping onto my kitchen counter and reaching for a jar of peanut butter, extra crunchy. I take a spoonful and shove it into my mouth, letting the flavor and thickness calm my racing heart.

  I like to think I’m unaffected and cool about our situation, but if that encounter is any indication, it’s clear my heart and head don’t know how to feel about this predicament I’ve put myself in. Ugh. When did life get so complicated?

  The day you nearly propositioned Sterling at the bar and then proceeded to create whatever it is you have with him.

  Right. It all comes back to me.

  This gala is going to be interesting, to say the least, but I wasn’t prepared for the chaos that would break out at the event. I don’t think anyone was.

  24

  Sterling

  The time leading up to the gala passes quickly, my surreptitious meetups with Perrie throughout the past few weeks providing the only pops of color in an otherwise monochromatic blur. Our time together is drenched in scarlet; steeped in secrets, sin, and shame. Despite knowing what we’re doing is wrong, we continue to sneak around, and it’s starting to weigh heavily on me.

  I’m staring at my reflection in the mirror, and the man looking back is one I don’t recognize. I look the same on the surface—same bronze hair and dark stubble, same crystalline eyes reminiscent of Arctic glaciers, same aristocratic cheekbones and chiseled jaw, same lips with the ready smile and cynical twist—but the man beneath what everyone else sees has changed. The news of having a baby, getting back with Rachel, and stress of trying to uncover the truth while juggling all my other responsibilities has compounded on top of the time I’ve spent with Perrie. I can only partake in so many late-night trips to her place before I crack, the toll is so great. What happens when that fissure finally materializes is unknown to me, but I know it’s coming soon.

  My hands run over the luxurious wool and cashmere of the midnight bespoke Armani tux Rachel brought from Italy, and I take comfort in my armor for the night. Her parents’ anniversary gala started an hour ago, and although I’ll be fashionably late, I know all eyes will be on me. It makes it especially important that I keep my distance from Perrie since she’ll be there too, and the last thing we can afford is a scandal.

  I opt for Geoffrey, my driver, to take me to the Hartford family estate. The scenery whips past as I stare out the window, and before I know it, we’ve driven up the circular drive and are in front of the steps leading to the massive double doors. Geoffrey gets the door for me, so I step out and fasten the two buttons of my single-breasted jacket, ready to get this dog and pony show over with.

  Within moments, I’m inside and in the ballroom, where I scan the room for my girlfriend. As my eyes search, I take in the glittering chandeliers and floral arrangements decorating each table. Everything is decadent and tasteful, from the H-shaped ice sculpture to the sparkling flutes of champagne carted around by discreet-looking servers, and I mentally nod my head to Rachel. She might be a lot of things, but she sure knows how to organize a party.

  Her vivid red hair is easy to spot, and the crowd parts for me easily as I move toward her; I know it’s because they acknowledge the fact that in our circles, I’m a king among men.

  “Good evening,” I greet in a low voice, close to her ear. “You look lovely.”

  And she does. The ice blue gown she bought in Italy showcases her elegant frame to the best advantage and hides her burgeoning baby bump, while the jewelry she wears flaunts her family’s wealth. She looks like a million bucks, and it isn’t far-fetched to think she spent at least that amount on her appearance tonight.

  “Thank you, Lawrence.” She smiles warmly at me, in her element among her peers, and my own lips tilt up in response to her genuine expression. “You look quite dashing. The tux is fabulous, of course, but it’s the man underneath who really shines.”

  She’s being extra complimentary with her praise, and I can’t help the suspicious thought that whispers across my mind. I shake it off, determined to not overthink since tonight will be lengthy as it is, and wink at her.

  “Thank you. You did an excellent job picking it out.”

  “Of course I did. I never settle for anything but the
best.”

  Which is why you want to be with me so badly, I think.

  I smile in response and stay by her side as countless people come up to greet us and make small talk. It’s tedious, but it gives me time to ruminate on what I’m going to do. I really should stop whatever it is that’s going on with Perrie. I didn’t lie to her when I said all I could give her is sex, and I realize I’ll probably be better off ending things. I need to make a clean break from Rachel and get all that sorted out before getting involved with Perrie, but although I know it’s wrong, I’m having the devil of a time stopping.

  A hand on my bicep pulls me from my turbulent thoughts.

  “Lawrence, it’s so great to see you! Thank you for helping our baby plan this party,” Rachel’s mother gushes at me. She’s an older version of her daughter, and she’s beaming up at me.

  “This was all her, Jacqueline. I just helped with the heavy lifting,” I joke.

  Her eyes, so like Rachel’s, roam over me hungrily, and I almost let a shudder loose. “I believe it. Rachel’s a very lucky woman. Look at these arms and shoulders. All the Montgomery men are so big, but you’ve got something extra special that the rest don’t have.”

  Yeah, the keys to the kingdom, but I don’t say that out loud. “You flatter me,” I say dryly.

  “Now, now, leave the man alone, sweet pea,” Rachel’s dad interjects, and I’m grateful for the extra testosterone. Of everyone in her family, I get along the best with her father, and I figure it must be because he and my own dad are best friends.

  “Good to see you, Walter.” I reach over to shake his hand and pull him in for a hug. “Congratulations to you and Jacqueline on your anniversary.”

  “Thanks, son. I’ve never been happier. Which reminds me, I have a toast and an announcement to make, you sly dog.”

 

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