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by Juliana Conners


  I can barely resist now, and I lean back to let him play with whatever he wants.

  "No," I whisper back. "He could sleep through anything. It's more that..."

  I look at him, not knowing how to finish what I'm trying to say.

  "You're not afraid that he'll come down right at this moment, but you're afraid to get too close and comfy with a guy in your house right now?" Larson guesses.

  I nod. Something like that.

  Going to a Halloween party with friends and having a random hookup at a hotel while someone watches Caleb overnight is one thing. But the fact that I have Larson in our house— where Caleb is supposed to feel the most comfortable and safe— is something I questioned before even inviting Larson up.

  I know he's a good guy to have around Caleb so I decided in favor of it. But making love on the kitchen table is something else altogether.

  "Look," Larson says, pushing my hair back and staring into my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about. I care about you. I care about Caleb. I'm not going anywhere."

  "Really?" I ask, collapsing into his chest.

  I love how strong and broad it is. I fit in it perfectly and it makes me feel so safe and secure.

  "Really," he says. "I mean, I can't exactly stay in New York City forever. I'm going back to New Mexico. But you know I'm always here for you and Caleb in whatever way you might need."

  Yeah, there is that little problem of the distance that separates us.

  I let Larson resume kissing me, telling myself I'll worry about that problem later. It's enough to hear him say he cares for me and for Caleb. I certainly need that in my life right now.

  He enters me quickly and strongly, and my body relaxes, happy to have him inside me again.

  "Do you like when I fuck you on your kitchen table?" he asks me, putting his hands on the table while he works his cock up and down and in and out of me.

  "Yes," I gasp, feeling a surge of pleasure. "I'm coming. You're already making me come."

  "I love making you come," he says, gripping my breasts now as I feel the sweet release. "It's my favorite thing to do."

  "That was so strong," I tell him, as he starts to touch my clit. "It feels so sensitive. I think I need a little break."

  "Of course," he says, and picks me up off the table. "It just means I've done my job well."

  With my legs wrapped around him, he carries me upstairs.

  "I'm assuming your room is to the left?" he asks me.

  "Yes."

  "Have you had enough of a break?"

  He lays me down on the bed and kneels on the floor.

  "Yes," I answer, happy that he's going to keep the focus on me.

  He takes my pussy into his mouth and sucks on my clit and then licks all around, gently yet firmly.

  "Oh my God," I tell him, holding onto his head as his tongue makes its way inside and all around me.

  He plays with my clit and fingers me and then he goes back to sucking on my pussy until I can barely handle it.

  "Larson," I wiggle around in pleasure. "I'm coming. I'm coming in your mouth."

  "Good," he says, and I can feel my pussy juices running into his mouth. He licks them up happily. "I'm glad you still like it."

  When I'm done coming, he stands up and then gets on top of me in the bed.

  "They say the missionary position is boring," he says, as he pushes his big cock into my waiting pussy. "But I love how I can hold you gently and fuck you roughly, at the same time."

  As I feel his cock fucking me again, I can't get over how lucky I am. Not only is he sweet to Caleb and me, but he's also fine as hell and good in bed.

  Maybe this will actually work. I never would have thought Larson was my type but he sure seems like the right guy for me now.

  I try to push the geographical distance, the physical distance— and the fact that he has to run from the law like an outlaw and hasn’t exactly told me why— out of my head and think only of all the good things about him as he makes love to me.

  Maybe this is what love is, I think. Who love is. Someone unexpected that sneaks up on me when I'm least expecting it, and refuses to let me go.

  But then I can hear my phone vibrating, and I look down to where I left it on the carpet near the bed, to see that work is calling.

  Of course they can't leave me alone for one weekend. Of course they have to interrupt my one perfect weekend. And of course they have to bring a reminder of reality, crashing down into my perfect fantasy.

  Chapter 24 – Larson

  I take it back about Central Park. Because now Brynn's pussy feels like the best and most magical place ever. So warm and wet and welcoming. All the best kinds of "w" words. And wonderful. So absolutely fucking wonderful.

  I raise myself onto my knees so that I can get all the way inside her. I hold her by her curvaceous hips and let my cock explore every inch of her pussy.

  "This feels fucking amazing," I say, as I push myself in and out of her.

  She moans and lifts her hips for me, for even better access. I put a pillow under her curvy ass and continue thrusting.

  Suddenly it feels so good I feel myself losing all control.

  Hold steady, Larson, I tell myself, pulling back a little bit so that I don't come right away. I both love and hate the way she makes me feel weak and out of control.

  But then I push myself further inside her again and fuck her like a rabbit, and I know I've got this. Just a few more minutes of pleasure for both of us before we each explode and meld into the other.

  I hear Brynn’s phone vibrate and see her look down at it, but it must not be important because she turns her pretty brown eyes back towards me and smiles as I continue to plow into her. I pump in and out, up and down until I can't take it anymore.

  "I'm coming," I tell her, feeling a bead of sweat form on my forehead and trickle its way down onto her bare chest. "This feels so fucking good."

  As I let myself go, my body fusing with hers, become one with hers, my brain turns itself off momentarily. But as soon as I'm beside her in bed, panting and exhausted, it turns itself back on.

  Could this be it? Could I really be in love? I never thought it would be possible to experience anything like this again. Not after everything that had happened in my life.

  I put my arm around Brynn and ask, "You okay, Darling?"

  But she begins snoring softly, and it's the cutest sound in the world.

  I guess she's as exhausted as I am. Which tells me that she enjoyed herself as much as I did.

  I never thought I'd fall for a lawyer, or a single mother. But life doesn't always work in the exact same way I'd expect or plan. I know that more than anyone.

  I should just go with this. Keep seeing where it leads.

  I drift off, into a peaceful and relaxed slumber.

  But when I wake up, Brynn's gone.

  So I guess that's where this leads. To absolutely nowhere.

  I was a fool to think otherwise. But I suppose that’s what love turns even strong men like me into. Weak and pathetic fools.

  Chapter 25 – Larson

  There's a note on the night stand beside the bed.

  Dear Larson,

  I got called into work. It shouldn't take long. I didn't want to wake you. Sorry.

  Brynn

  P.S. Last night was hot.

  I look at the alarm clock: 9:00 AM.

  I can't believe I slept in. That's late for me, even on a Sunday. I'm usually an early riser, preferring to jump on my bike and ride into the sunrise. But then I remember that it's only seven o’clock in the morning, Mountain Standard Time. That's a little better.

  I scrutinize the note again. Despite the presence of its very accurate “P.S.,” I feel a little bit blown off by it. I have no idea when Brynn went into work or how long she's going to be there. I can't help but think she wrote the "P.S." just to placate me because she knew I'd be upset.

  I don't begrudge the fact that she has a job to do. But she'd told me she had taken the w
eekend off, and this is my last day here. I wish she would have at least woken me up to let me know she had to go. Maybe thrown in a BJ as a parting gift, a peace offering of sorts.

  I sigh. Then I head downstairs. Maybe she has some bagels in the kitchen or something. If not, I'm sure that bagel shops abound everywhere in Brooklyn. Even if there's no green chile in the bread.

  I soon hear Caleb's voice, but he's speaking in Spanish.

  Even though I grew up in New Mexico, no one in my family or among my friends speaks Spanish, so I never had an occasion to learn it. But Caleb's voice sure sounds cute as he babbles in the lilting lyrical phrasing of the Spanish language.

  "Hey buddy," I say, as I turn the corner into the kitchen.

  "Hey buddy," he repeats. Then he points at me and says "Mo-to-cycle man. Larson."

  "Good job," I tell him, proud that he can say my name.

  "Nice to meet you," says his nanny, extending a hand for me to shake. "My name is Esmeralda."

  "Hey Esmeralda." I nod at her. "Nice to meet you."

  Caleb is eating Mickey Mouse- shaped pancakes. A vision of Brynn's naked body spread out on the table jumps into my mind, and I don't know whether to laugh or feel guilty. I shake my head.

  "You like those pancakes?" I ask him.

  "Esie made." He smiles. "Yum yum yum."

  Esmeralda beams.

  "He likes the Mickey Mouse," she informs me. “And he calls me Esie.”

  It appears that Caleb is in good hands.

  "I'm going to go grab something to eat," I announce.

  "Mommy working," Caleb says.

  "I know, buddy," I tell him.

  The poor little guy looks as disappointed as I feel.

  "Larson come back?" he asks me, looking hopeful now.

  "I'll come back after breakfast," I tell him.

  "Larson go library?" he asks.

  I cock my head at him.

  Esmeralda laughs.

  "Caleb goes to story time at the library," she tells me. "He invites you."

  "Well that's very nice of you," I tell Caleb. I hope that Brynn is done working in time to go. "We'll see."

  "We'll see!" he repeats excitedly.

  I head out the door and before I know it I'm on the M-train. The one that takes me to Manhattan and to Brynn's office building. I feel propelled in her direction, to be near her even though I know I can't see her.

  My stomach rumbles— I always like to eat meat and potatoes first thing in the morning, or any time of day for that matter— and I decide I'll go back to The Argonaut. That sausage skillet dish I had yesterday was great. I know they had some other flavorful- looking options as well.

  And maybe if Brynn's done working soon, she can join me for a meal. She’s probably worked up quite an appetite, having to go in so early on a weekend day.

  I look at my phone, but she hasn't texted. I resist the urge to text her. I'll just look desperate, pathetic. As if eating at the diner near her fucking office isn't desperate and pathetic enough.

  I'm about to walk into the diner when I see something in the big, open glass window that I just can't believe.

  It's Brynn. And she's with a guy.

  Steven, I immediately think. But as I peer around the corner to get a better view, I realize it's even worse.

  It's Clay Tucker. The Albuquerque billionaire. In New York, at the same time as I am. Eating with Brynn at The Argonaut diner, just as I had.

  Except that, as far as I know, he has no reason to be in New York City. And I thought I did. But Brynn's little note didn't mention Clay.

  Nor did it mention that he’d be reaching across the table to pat her hand, as I can clearly see him doing through the window. She doesn’t do anything to encourage him in return but she certainly doesn’t do anything to discourage him either. And then I see them get up to go and she takes his arm.

  What the ever loving fuck? I try to tell myself that everything is just for business. She’s always saying how she has to schmooze people. This is just her schmoozing him.

  But then I remind myself that I hadn’t even known he was in town or that she was meeting with him today or that she’d have to schmooze him. So now I have no idea what to think.

  All I know for sure is that I can't have the sausage skillet today. And maybe not ever again.

  Maybe Brynn is playing me. I just don’t know if I can trust her after this, no matter what is going on.

  Chapter 26 – Brynn

  Well, shit, I think, as Clay Tucker asks me to pass him the salt and pepper. This is not at all how I thought today would go.

  "This dish is bland," he announces.

  I resist rolling my eyes.

  "We really didn't have to come here," I tell him for what feels like the hundredth time.

  "Your receptionist was kind enough to tell me that this diner is your favorite place to eat," he says, after he seasons his scrambled eggs. "Even though greasy dives aren’t my kind of joint, I figured I'd take you wherever you want, to explain my proposal to you."

  I look at him skeptically. And I blush. Leave it to Wanda to tell the firm’s biggest client that my favorite place to eat is this shithole.

  I mean, it is. But I certainly wouldn’t have told anyone that, let alone Clay Tucker. Except for Larson, of course. But Wanda has always hated me, ever since I chose Mary instead of her to be my legal assistant when it was time to promote from within the firm.

  "Your proposal?" I ask Clay.

  “Yes, the reason that everyone dropped what they’re doing this weekend and rushed into the office to hear my plan?” he says, smirking at me to drive home his point about how important he is.

  I did think it was weird that my receptionist, my assistant, and pretty much every other lawyer and staff member were called into the office today. I had fallen asleep last night under Larson’s arm but I woke just a few short hours later in a panic, remembering that work had called me earlier and I hadn’t answered. That’s grounds for firing in some situations. An associate is basically on call 24/7.

  But luckily one of the partners had sent me a text, telling me to come in early in the morning for a meeting. I’d hesitated, looking at a peacefully sleeping Larson and wishing I could stay cuddled up next to him in bed, and thinking about Caleb curled up in his own toddler bed, dreaming of going to library story time with me later today.

  When it came down to it, though, I had no choice. When work calls, I answer. That’s just how it is. And I figured that the sooner I arrived at the office, the sooner I’d be able to see Larson and Caleb again.

  I’d left a note for Larson and snuck out, half hoping I’d be back before he even wakes up. It’s Sunday, and he’s on vacation, and it’s two hours ahead here from the time zone he’s used to. So if I play my cards right, maybe Larson and I can fit in a little early afternoon delight while Esmeralda watches Caleb a bit longer, and then we can head to the library.

  Library story time is the one thing I look forward to on the weekends when I don’t have to work. Sadly there aren’t many times I can count on taking Caleb on an outing, and Sunday afternoon is one of the few times that usually works.

  I was not expecting to see Clay at the office, though. His presence there surprised me even more than Steven’s surprise visit had on Friday.

  It seems the douchebag guys in my life are popping up all over the place now that I’m dating Larson.

  “Brynn!” Clay had said, as soon as I’d walked into the lobby, swooping in on me and leading me to a conference room.

  “Clay?” I’d asked in confusion.

  “Brynn,” said Paul Makens, the partner who had called and texted me last night. “So glad you could make it in. Clay is a big fan of your work.”

  His voice sounded cheery but fake and his skin stretched tightly across his face as he talked, betraying the barely hidden stress and anxiety poking out from underneath. Story of every non-equity partner’s life, it seems. And a glimpse into my future.

  But what else could I do?
I’m $100,000 in debt from law school and I have a son as well as bills to pay. So I do as I told and come in when I’m called, and read the faces of the stressed out partners as they transmit instructions to me, despite the fact that the hottest, sweetest guy I’ve ever met is at home in my bed and will only be there for one more day.

  “You are?” I asked, looking at Clay. I hadn’t worked on many of his projects in the past. We’d never had much interaction.

  “Yes,” he said, winking at me. “After you were so nice to have attended my Halloween bash, I knew I needed you on my team.”

  “Oh,” I’d nodded, but I was still confused.

  “Brynn was happy to have made your event,” Paul said, nodding at me to look more enthused, so I did. “Here at Makens & Holstead we go above and beyond the call of duty to provide for whatever a client needs.”

  He passed me a sticky note— much like the one I wrote the note to Larson on earlier and left on the bed stand— which I held in my hand until we reached the conference room.

  Don’t fuck this up, the note said when I finally read it.

  I’d looked up at Paul— hurt that he thought me capable of fucking it up, whatever “it” is— but his look signaled a mix of alarm and excitement. Then I realized he was as clueless about what the meeting would entail as I was, and he was just hoping everything would go smoothly and reflect well on him as one of my mentoring partners.

  “Thank you all for coming in today to meet with me,” Clay had said, once everyone was gathered around the conference table. “But I’m going to need a one on one meeting.”

  “A one on one…?” Jane, another of the partners who heads up the consulting and advising team, had said, looking as confused as I felt. “…with whom?”

  “Why, with Ms. Elliot here,” Clay had said, putting a firm hand on my shoulder. His touch made me shiver, and not in a good way like when Larson touches me. “She’s my favorite lawyer here, and my plan involves her to a great extent.”

  “It does, does it?” Jane had said, looking nervous.

  Well, great. Not only was I finding out that Clay Tucker had some weird plans involving me, but I was also finding out that my superiors didn’t think I was up to the task of managing a client and whatever project he had in mind.

 

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