by J. L. Leslie
When I sink into her, my heart hammers in my chest. I love her slowly, languidly, lovingly. Each stroke drawn out and leisurely. Slowly, languidly, lovingly. She writhes beneath me, raking her nails over my back. Tightening her legs around my waist. I draw out and then glide back into her softness. We come together breathlessly. Slowly, languidly, lovingly.
Chapter 30
Memphis
When we arrive in Vermont, Mr. Morgan checks us into a five-star hotel. I didn’t expect anything less from him. I stand a few feet away from him as he accepts our room keys from the concierge.
I ride the elevator up with him in silence. It’s much like our plane ride was. We made small talk about what I should expect from this client. He’s being charged with embezzling and is currently on house arrest. He already tried to flee.
Mr. Morgan wants me to take notes. I feel like I’m a pawn. In fact, I know I am, but I refuse to play into his game. I won’t let him ruin what I have with Cameron. If it gets ruined, it’ll be by one of us. I know that’s a shitty attitude, but I’d rather our relationship be ruined by our own hands than an outside person. At least then it’s our own fault. Not someone else’s.
“Here we are.” he announces and slides the key card.
Mr. Morgan holds the door open for me and I step through. He follows in behind me and sits my suitcase on the bed.
“Do you need anything, Ms. Stone?” he asks.
“No sir. I believe I’m all set. Thank you.”
I watch him walk towards the bathroom and then I hear him open a door.
Confused, I peek into the bathroom.
“I requested adjoining rooms.” he explains and I realize he walked through to his room. “Just in case you needed anything.”
“I won’t, Mr. Morgan. I appreciate the gesture though.” I say, politely.
He loosens his tie and then takes it off, placing it on the counter. He unbuttons a few buttons of his shirt then stops.
“I really like my job, Mr. Morgan.” I tell him. “And I love your son.”
I close the door without saying anything else. I half-expect him to open it and tell me I’m fired. Or worse. He doesn’t though.
I hear the shower running a few minutes later and I step away from the door. I go sit on the bed and I don’t move until I hear the adjoining door shut. Only then do I go into the bathroom and lock it. I shower and climb into bed.
In the morning after I’ve done my bathroom business and gotten ready, I unlock the door. I sit on the bed and wait for Mr. Morgan to come get me for the meeting.
I hear him moving around in the bathroom and it isn’t long before I hear a faint knock. I open the door and he asks if I’m ready. His friendly nature toward me is still there. His politeness hasn’t changed. I’m glad. On the way to the meeting, he finally talks to me.
“You said you loved my son. Does he love you?” he asks.
“He says he does.”
“Hmm. That’s a first. He used to tell every teenage girl he dated that he loved her. That kid thought he was in love with every girl who showed him attention.” he
chuckles. “Then he got a little older and realized those three words shouldn’t always be said. The girls said them to him, but he quit saying them back.”
“Was that when his mom died?”
“It was when his mom got sick. She told him to stop playing with those girls’ hearts. Told him it wasn’t fair to them. He always listened to her. When she died, he…he was different.”
“He says you’re not close.”
“We’re not. I made mistakes that I can’t change. It’s good that we’re not close.”
“Maybe it’s not.” I tell him.
“It is. Our relationship is irreparable.”
“I think if that were true, he wouldn’t be working at your firm.”
He seems to ponder this as he pulls into the parking lot of a small cottage. I
exit the car and follow him into the house of the client we’re meeting. I don’t bring up Cameron again and neither does he. Right now, I just want to get the meeting done so I can get back to him. Back to the man I love.
Cameron
I stare down at my empty shot glass and watch the bartender refill it. Rhys tugs on my shoulder, but I shrug him off. I don’t even know why I’m here. I shouldn’t be. It’s an asshole move. It’s a fuck up move and I know it. But I’m still here.
I’m here because Memphis called and said she was staying in Vermont two more days. I asked her not to and she said it was her job. She told me to trust her and that she loved me. I didn’t say it back.
“We won’t get to see anything good from the bar, Cameron. Quit being a dick!” Rhys hauls my ass off the stool and pulls me to an empty table.
I grumble and slump into the chair beside him as a new dancer enters the stage. Ecstasy is busy for a weeknight and despite Rhys having class tomorrow, he showed up at my apartment. Unannounced. He assured me he’d drive back late tonight and still make it to class on time. As wired as he is, I’m sure he’ll have no problem staying awake. Once again, I’m not in the mood to give him a lecture. Especially when I need one of my own.
I focus on my drink and not on the dancer onstage. Rhys is giving her all the love she needs anyway. I finish my drink and sit the empty glass on the table. I look for a waitress to bring me another one.
“Can I get you another drink?”
I look up at the blonde standing before me and nod. I tell her tequila and she gives me a sultry smile as she picks up my empty glass. When she returns a few minutes later she’s holding two glasses.
“I thought you might need two handsome. I’m Isla. Would you or your friend like a private dance?”
I immediately shake my head no, politely declining her offer. She gives a little pout and this gets Rhys’s attention.
“I’m offering a two-for-one discount for you two.” she smiles.
“I think we should, Cameron. I mean, she’s giving us a discount.” Rhys grins.
“No thanks.” I decline again. “You can call me a cab though.”
“You heard him.” Another female walks up and I look at a somewhat familiar face. Isla scowls, but walks away. “Are you some kind of fuck up?”
I look up at the woman staring down at me with her hands on her hips. I don’t answer her. I’m still trying to figure out how I know her.
“Memphis is out of town and you actually have the balls to come in here.
What a fucking idiot. I’m going to escort your ass out that door and you better take the cab straight the fuck home.”
“Leah?”
“Damn straight, pretty boy.”
“You have red hair tonight.”
“You don’t miss much, do you?”
I stand up, stumbling a little as I do, and she shoves me towards the door. I hear Rhys laughing behind me. Leah deposits me into the cab and despite my head spinning, I give the driver the address to my apartment. I pass out on the couch the moment I walk in the door.
The hangover I have the next morning at work is nothing compared to the feeling I would’ve had if I’d fucked up what I have with Memphis. I knew I shouldn’t have gone with Rhys. He’s single. I’m not. It’s that simple.
I run my fingers through my hair and fight the urge to lay my head down on my desk. My head is pounding despite the aspirin I took when I woke up. I stare at my computer screen, but the words just aren’t registering.
“Wow. You look like shit.” Blake walks in and gasps when she sees my unruly appearance.
“Good morning to you too.” I grumble.
She walks around my desk and starts fixing my hair, which I know is sticking up because of how many times I’ve pushed my fingers through it.
“You want to talk about it?” she asks.
“Nope. Just a little hungover.”
“That’s obvious. Your eyes get that see-through blue look when you’re hungover.”
“Do you need something?” I snip.
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nbsp; “Can you cover my cases for a couple of weeks? Langston wants me to go on vacation with him. It’s not for a couple of months though. I wouldn’t just spring it on you.”
“That is springing it on me. You know I have the Beasley trial I’m working on.
Plus all my other cases. Can you get one of the other lawyers?”
“I don’t just put my work off on anybody, Cameron.”
“Just your brother.”
“If you don’t want to do it then just say so. I really need this vacation with Langston.”
I notice the tears in her eyes then and the hitch in her voice. I thought everything was perfect between them. At least she pretends it is.
“Fine.”
I keep my head turned and she tries to wipe her eyes without me seeing her.
She walks past me and plasters a smile back on her face.
“I’ll get the files to you in a few weeks.” she walks to the door and turns back before exiting. “You need to go home and take a shower before Memphis gets back. You reek of alcohol and perfume.”
Chapter 31
Memphis
I think about what I want to say to Cameron as I enter the elevator. I wonder if he’ll confess to going to Ecstasy on his own. I don’t want to ask him. Shouldn’t have to. I know he didn’t do anything wrong. He didn’t get a private dance. Hell, he didn’t even really watch any dancers. He was just angry that he didn’t get his way. Nervous that his father would make a pass at me. Nervous that I would give in.
I step off the elevator and a smile tugs at my lips at the soft sound of Marvin Gaye playing throughout his apartment. He’s in a seducing mood tonight. Candles are lit as I walk through the living room. Pretty slick.
Cameron exits the kitchen wearing an apron. And only an apron. I swallow hard and try to focus on what I was going to say to him. I’m supposed to be a little angry with him. Or a lot angry. Right?
“I made dinner.” he says. “But I want to eat it later.”
He approaches me and my mind starts to get fuzzy. I back up and he advances. Closer. Just a few steps away.
“How was your trip?” he asks as he gets closer.
“It was fine. How were things here while I was gone?” I counter.
“I did something stupid.” he mumbles. “I’m not a good person when you’re not around.”
“What’d you do?” I whisper as he pulls me against him. His lips graze over mine and I struggle to keep my eyes open. What did I want to say to him?
“Went to Ecstasy. Got piss-poor drunk.”
I run my hands over his bare back and then down to his bare ass. I give it a gentle squeeze and he groans against my lips. “Then what?”
“Your friend put my ass in a cab and sent me home.”
“Hmm.”
“I think you need to take me to bed.”
I don’t argue with that. I think that’s exactly what he needs. What I need. I don’t want to talk about him being an idiot. I don’t want to reassure him with words that he has nothing to worry about. I want to take him to bed.
When we walk into his room, he starts to undress me, but I still his hands. “You undress.” I say, firmly.
He cocks his eyebrow at me and I fight to keep from smiling. He does as I say though, removing the apron. I motion to the bed and he lies down, waiting for me. I walk over to his dresser and open his top drawer. The one I’ve seen him open many times for me. I pull out three silky strips of fabric and climb onto the bed.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks.
“Whatever I like.” I answer, taking one of his wrists and securing it to the headboard.
He sucks in his breath as I secure the other one. I take the third strip and cover his eyes with it, successfully blindfolding him. He tugs his hands, tightening the ties. A smile plays on his lips as he licks them.
“Am I being punished?” he questions me.
“Sshh.”
He chuckles at my response. I slide off the bed and get undressed. I make sure he can hear my clothes rustling to the floor. I even move around the room so I can watch his head try to follow my sounds. His cock pulses at every move at make. I know he wants me. I know he’s dying to know what I’m doing. The same way I do when I’m blindfolded and restrained.
The bed dips as I press my knee into it and the muscles in his abdomen flinch. I move again and his cock rises. I climb off the bed and I see his jaw clench. I want to laugh.
I come around the side of the bed and climb on quickly. I lean over and flick my tongue over his nipple. His sharp intake of breath is the exact reaction I was going for. I do the same to his other nipple and then trail my tongue down his stomach and lick into his belly button. I barely brush my lips over the head of his dick. His arms jerk against the restraints.
“Are you excited, Cameron?” I whisper against his lips.
“Untie me.”
“Not a chance.”
I straddle him and position myself so that my nipple is right at his lips. I push forward and the moment it touches his lips, he devours it. He sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the hard peak. I arch against him and let him lave each nipple, holding his head to me. I’m desperate to have his hands on me. Squeezing me. Touching me. Spanking me. But I won’t give in.
Cameron
Memphis pulls back and I let her nipple go. I groan when I realize she’s getting off me. I wanted her to sink down on me and ride me until we’re both sated. Damn these restraints. I pull on them again, but they seem to tighten when I do. I blink against the blindfold, but I can’t see anything. I don’t even know why I have my eyes open.
The moment I feel her mouth on my cock, they close. My hips rise off the bed and push my cock towards her mouth. The incredible feeling of her tongue moving up and down over my cock is overwhelming. Her mouth suctions over my head and then down as far as she can take me. One hand strokes in tune with her mouth and the other massages my balls.
I clench and unclench my fists, trying to hold back the orgasm that threatens to explode through me. My heels dig into the mattress and I warn her that I’m close. So very close. She pumps harder. Sucks harder. Covering me with her mouth and drawing her lips over my tip as I burst into her throat.
“Fuck! Memphis!” I moan as she swallows my release. I wish I could’ve watched her do it. Seen her pretty pink lips gliding over my dick. Wish I could’ve had my hands buried in her hair.
I slump against the headboard as she licks me clean. Moments later, while my cock is still at half-mast, I feel a warm liquid being dripped onto it. Memphis’s massaging hands start rubbing and stroking me back to life as the tingling massage oil heats up. I harden again under her touch.
Her legs straddle me again and she sinks down on me. Her slickened hands rest on my chest as she rides me. She leans forward and her tits brush against my chest. Her pert nipples graze over my skin as they sway with her thrusts.
Memphis brings herself to two orgasms riding me in a frenzy, calling out my name both times that she comes. She lays against my chest and as she lets her breathing slow, she starts to ride me again, fucking me until she comes a third time and this time I come with her. She laughs against my lips as she lifts the blindfold.
“Greedy. Will you untie me now?” I ask with a grin.
“I don’t know. I could just keep you like this and let you be my sex slave.” she teases. She reaches for the binds on my wrists and as soon as she unties me, I flip her onto her back and grind into her.
“I’m already your sex slave.”
Chapter 32
Memphis
“Ms. Stone! Ms. Stone, wait!” Mark calls as I hurry toward the elevator. I turn back to answer him as I press the button for Cameron’s floor. “Mr. Morgan is up there with a lady friend.”
“Excuse me?”
“Mr. Morgan, I mean Rhys Morgan is up there with a lady friend. He assured me he had discussed this with Mr. Morgan…er…Mr. Cameron before he arrived.”
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sp; Did he now? I nod and enter the elevator. Surely Cameron wouldn’t send me to get his files on my lunch break if he knew Rhys would be in his apartment with some woman.
I step out of the elevator and shield my eyes with my hand when I hear moans coming from the living room. I blindly walk in and hear shrieks when my presence is detected.
“Get your fucking clothes on and get out!” I yell, still covering my eyes.
“Jesus, Memphis! You scared the shit outta us!” Rhys complains.
“Out!”
“Sorry, Myra. Get this too.” he apologizes and I hear the elevator open a few minutes later.
I peek out from behind my hands and he’s standing in front of me with just his boxer briefs on. He lights up a cigarette and I stomp over to him, snatching it out of his mouth.
“This is not your apartment, Rhys!” I snap, walking into the kitchen and putting the cigarette out in the sink.
When he walks in behind me, he’s tugging his jeans up. He looks like a total mess. Not like the good-looking college boy who was here a few weeks ago. He has dark circles under his eyes and his hair could use a good wash.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “You look a little…”
“Yeah. Of course. Yeah, I’m good. Sorry.” he sniffles, rubbing his nose with his hand. “I should’ve asked about using the apartment. Cameron never minded before, but things are different now. I know that.”
“I’m sure he still doesn’t mind as long as you ask.” I assure him.