“Again, too easy.”
I roll my eyes. “Is there ever a moment when sex isn’t on your brain?”
“Not around you.”
“You can’t stand it, can you?”
“No, I can’t. Let’s just do it tonight. My place. No one has to know but you and me.”
I narrow my eyes. “Vince is your friend. Don’t you love him?”
“Yeah, I love him, but if you remember, there was you and me before you and him.”
“Do you mean eons ago back in high school?”
“It wasn’t that long ago. I used to dream about you.”
I can’t help but laugh.
Robert looks amused but confused.
I say, “You dreamt about me? What did you dream?”
“Do you want me to show you?”
“Is it sexual in nature?”
“Let me show you, and you’ll see.”
“Nope.” I shake my head. “It’s sexual.”
He chuckles. “It’s sexual, but it’s romantic too.”
I laugh and cough, nearly choking on a scallop roll. “Romantic?”
“You and I were watching the sunset, making babies and shit.”
I study him while chewing, searching for clues that he’s pulling my leg. I swallow. “What if Jack had called you instead of Vince and asked if you could give me a job here? What would you have done?”
Robert nods as he ponders. “I would’ve asked you out for a drink.”
“Basically you would’ve tried to get into my pants from day one.”
“That’s part of it.”
I laugh. There are three knocks on the door, and I recognize the cadence. My jaw drops when Vince enters, but I frown when I see who’s with him. Emily is wearing a tight, satiny emerald midi-dress. Robert looks just as surprised to see Vince and Emily as I am. Vince comes over to me and gives me a peck on the cheek.
“Did Robert tell you?” Vince says.
“He’s told me a lot of things,” I say.
Vince scowls. “Emily is going to take over your position.”
Emily looks at me with a satisfied smile. “By the way, we never formally met, although we’ve met before.”
“We’ve met before?” I ask, shaking her outstretched hand.
“In high school. Vince and I were dating,” she says as if that’s supposed to ring a bell.
I shake my head. “I barely noticed Vince in high school.” I sneer at him.
His frown deepens.
“She only noticed me,” Robert says.
Vince peels his glare off Robert and pins it on me. “You should show Emily what you do.”
“Vince, we should discuss this before we make any final decisions,” Robert says.
I wonder if Emily realizes she’s staring at me. It’s uncomfortable. She’s standing so close to Vince that she might as well cling to his ass.
“Is there a problem?” Vince asks Robert.
“A big one. We seriously underestimated Maggie’s workload. We’re going to have to perform a legitimate executive search to replace her.”
I look at Emily, waiting for her to chime in and sell herself, but she just stands there looking pretty and protected by my beautiful ex-boyfriend, or perhaps now fiancé.
Vince checks his watch. “We’ll discuss it tomorrow. We’re going to attend the Guggenheim event tonight,” Vince says, referring to Emily and him.
Maybe that explains why she looks as though she’s on her way to a photo shoot.
“Oh?” Robert says as if he’s intrigued. He shoots me a look.
“I think you should attend as well,” Vince says to Robert. “You too, Maggie. A lot of clients will be there. You should smile and explain to them that you’re leaving to pursue another business venture.”
This alien Vince is certainly the same guy who insists I get on my knees whenever his dick gets hard. Although he’s said he’s not involved with Emily, I get a different vibe. I bet she gets on her knees whenever new Vince tells her to. Even though he’s avoiding eye contact with me, I beam in on him as I slip that damn ten-thousand-pound ring off my finger. He looks at me when I drop it into the top drawer of my desk and slam the drawer closed. That felt better than flipping him off with both hands. Vince does an about-face, puts his hand on Emily’s back, and they exit my office. I’m so pissed that I can feel my lips scrunch.
“So you’re my date tonight, and she’s his,” Robert says, taunting me.
“Don’t you have any compassion for my heart?”
He’s about to make a snappy comeback, but instead, he uses his chopsticks to put another roll on my plate. “Eat that. It’s a cucumber roll. It’s good.”
I slam my chopsticks on the table. “I know it’s good, but I’m not hungry anymore.”
“Oh, you’re going to eat.” He groans regretfully. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but don’t let him get to you. That’s what he’s trying to do.”
“Is he fucking her?”
Robert shrugs. “Have you asked him that?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He said he wasn’t.”
“Do you believe him?”
“No.”
Robert nods. “And what if they were fucking? Would that be the end?”
I take a moment to ponder the question. “Aren’t we already at the end?”
He picks up another cucumber roll with his chopsticks and lifts it to my lips. “Eat it.”
I eat the damn thing.
He winks. “So what time should I pick you up?”
CHAPTER FIVE
Curiosity Gets the Scoundrel
As soon as I’m home, I shower and wash my hair. Emily’s thick, long hair puts my blond tresses to shame. That’s why I call Hannah and ask if she could help make me over for tonight’s event. I want Vince to regret ever making me feel second to another woman.
An hour later, there’s a knock on my door. I open it wearing only a half slip and tank top.
“Is this she?” a seven-foot-tall man with a jet-black ponytail and accent that’s between French and Italian asks.
“Maggie, meet Gianfranco,” Hannah says. “When he’s done with your hair, your life will never be the same.”
“More than it already has?” I mumble sarcastically.
“But we can’t talk as he works. Gianfranco requires complete silence.”
I gesture zipping my lips and let them in. I sit on a stool in my kitchen before Gianfranco opens his kit and gets to work. My hair flies all over the place as he cuts. He’s quick and thoughtful about what he’s doing. He uses a big-barreled curling iron then combs his fingers through my hair when he’s done.
“This?” he asks Hannah. It’s the first word that has been spoken since he started.
Hannah kisses the tips of her fingers. “É bellissimo.”
“É vero,” he says to her. “I have finished. You are a lovely. I wish to change the teams.” He laughs.
Hannah winks and hands me a mirror. I gasp at the woman staring back at me. My hair is layered with sexy waves. I look as if I wake up looking like a sex-goddess without any effort at all.
“And you didn’t use any extensions, Gianfranco. You are a genius,” Hannah says.
“This I know.” He packs up his case. “I must go.”
I study myself in the hand mirror as Hannah walks Gianfranco to the door. I’m not sure if the seductress I’m looking at is the real Maggie Conroy.
“What is it?” Hannah says when she returns.
“Look at me. I look…”
“Hot? And look at your graceful, milky neck, Mags. It’s about time you embrace your sensuality. I’ve never understood why you insist on watering yourself down.”
“I’m not watering myself down. I just think that the inside is more important than the outside.”
“That’s hogwash.”
“Hogwash?”
Hannah laughs and kisses my forehead. “I have to go too. Enjoy your night. Let me know
which one you end up fucking, Vince or Robert.”
I playfully shake my fist at her, and she shakes hers at me on the way out.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie, just face it. And hello, Robert Tango,” she says extra loudly.
Robert catches the door before it closes. His eyes don’t know what to focus on first: my face or my half-naked body.
“I’ll be dressed in a few!” I dart off to my bedroom. My heart is beating out of my chest.
When he stared at me, I could feel his dick stab me. I think I’ve taken his breath away. I wonder if my new image will have the same effect on Vince. Since it’s femme fatale night, I choose to wear royal blue, which is akin to smoldering red for a pale woman like me. The dress is silk and clings to my curves. It’s also a midi like Emily’s, only I look better in mine since I have a curvy and toned body like the actress Jessica Biel. That, I’ll admit. I grab a clutch, put the things I need in it, and head to the living room to further test my appeal on Robert.
“Whoa,” he says and throws up his hands. “What gives?”
“What do you mean?”
“Look at you.” He walks up, turns me around, and pins his dick against my ass. “You feel that?”
“Yes, I feel that. You’re grinding my ass after I told you not to.”
He spins me around again, and we ram our tongues into each other’s mouths. I feel as if I’ve stepped into my fantasy. Robert lays me on the black, furry rug and rubs his dick against my pubic bone. He’s dry-humping me, and it feel so good. Robert pulls the material down from over my breasts. My nipples point at his face, and he devours one, then other. Oh, the way he’s making my body feel…
“Are you feeling it?” he asks.
“Um-hum…” I moan.
His bulge is so damn solid. Back and forth, he rubs me, brushing sensations deep inside the land of my pussy.
“Ah!” I cry extra loud when orgasm strikes me.
Robert nails my clit with his dick, and I continue to whimper as the tickling feeling ripples through my pussy. Robert jerks and grunts but doesn’t loosen his grip. We look into each other’s eyes as our sensations wither.
“Let’s just get it out of us,” he whispers.
I’m breathing heavily. “Get what out of us?”
Robert pulls up my dress and gazes at my pussy as if he’s just found a pot of gold. “Maggie, may I?” His finger slides across my clit.
I close my eyes. “Yes, you may,” I say with a whimper.
Robert lowers his face between my legs and sucks my clit against his tongue.
“Oh…” I dig into the rug.
He’s amazing at this. I wish he weren’t. I lift my head to see how he’s doing that. I have no idea how he keeps the sensation going. It’s like a never-ceasing tingle bolting from my clit into the depths of my pussy. The sensation gets more and more intense. I suck air and try to squirm away, but he’s clamped down on me. I whimper and wince to bear it.
“Oh shit,” I squeal when that powerful sensation explodes and refuses to simmer. I feel my walls pulsate. I grab his hair, and it goes on and on. “Robert…”
As soon as my orgasm subsides, he kicks his pants off. His curved penis springs forward. I’m mesmerized by the girth and length. He drapes my legs across his shoulders but comes to a complete halt before slamming his dick inside me. “Fuck!”
He falls on his back. We’re both staring at the ceiling. That was close. He couldn’t go through with it, but I certainly can. The only thing I regret is not insisting he wrap up that glorious dick first. Robert’s not the kind of guy I’d fuck without a condom.
“You’re going to have to break up with Vince before we go all the way,” he says.
I can’t take my eyes off his dick. It glistens, coated with his cream. I can’t believe I’m this turned on by Robert Tango. At the moment, I want him more than I do Vince. “Do you have a condom?”
“I was snipped before Vince got snipped.”
“Impregnation is the least of my worries. Do you have condoms or not?” I hold my breath. His answer will determine whether we go through with it or not.
He smirks. “Condoms? How many do I need?”
“You tell me.”
“I have condoms.”
I let out a sigh of relief.
Robert’s expression turns serious. “So you really want this?”
“I want this.”
Just to test my claim, his fingers dip into my pussy. “You taste like I thought you would.”
“And I was hoping you wouldn’t be as good as you are.”
He chuckles as we stare into each other’s eyes. “I’m still in love with you, Maggie, and that’s the truth. Vince has had sex with Emily. More than once.”
I roll my eyes at the ceiling. “You’re just saying that.”
“I would lie but not about that. I don’t want you to feel guilty about what we just did and what we’re going to do.”
I sigh gravely. I believe him. Plus, Robert’s already told me in his cryptic little ways.
Here I am, lying on the floor of my apartment with my pussy exposed and soaking for Robert’s luscious dick. He was so good at going down on me that I can’t feel the depths of my despair. Am I furious? Yes. Is my anger enough to make me want to rush out and confront Vince about his lies?
I rest on my side and wrap my hand around Robert’s cock. “Let’s just get this over with.” I slide my hand up and down his shaft. Goodness, the girth of it.
Robert sucks air between his teeth. “Once we do this, there’s no taking it back.”
“I’ve always been curious, and you’ve opened me up.” I run my finger around his tip and use the stickiness to moisten his shaft.
“You said you weren’t curious,” he says.
“I lied.”
Robert reaches for his pants and takes out his wallet and a strip of condoms. I watch impatiently as he tears one off, rips the packet open, and slides the rubber over his erection. We lock eyes. My breaths come quicker. He lifts me, and my legs wrap around him as he carries me to my bedroom. We kiss passionately. I feel as if I have so much desire for him stored up inside me, and now it’s all gushing out. He lays me on the bed and drapes my legs back over his shoulders. He slams his dick into my pussy. He’s so damn wide, and we cry out in unison.
“Does it hurt?” he asks.
“A little,” I whisper. But it hurts so good.
Robert’s dick strokes me slowly. His tongue is like a feather fluttering down the side of my neck. I never thought Robert Tango would be this sort of careful lover. His mouth feels so sensual. His breath makes my nipple warm before he chews it tenderly. Then he bites hard, and I gasp. His tongue soothes the stinging. He does it again and again, jabbing me harder with his dick whenever I tense. I feel orgasmic traces every time he does it. Damn it, Robert Tango! Why do you have to be so skilled?
“Look at me,” he says.
I open my eyes. We pant against each other’s mouths. I wonder what he’s thinking, because something inside me just clicked. I’m not in love with him. I am in lust with him, but what we’re doing right now is quenching it.
“You know how to tighten your pussy?” he asks.
I Kegel his pole. “Like this?”
He grins. “Like that. Hold it.”
Robert grabs my headboard and rams his dick in and out of me. No thrust is wasted. This man has bags of tricks hidden inside his bag of tricks. He’s going so fast that his dick feels like a mechanical device.
“Oh shit!” I shout as I blast off. The sensation is so intense that I white out.
Robert shouts and quivers as he ejaculates into the condom. He collapses on top of me, breathing heavily. “How did you like it?”
“What do you think?”
He chuckles.
“So… it doesn’t look like we’ll be going to the Guggenheim,” I say.
“Then you want more?” he asks.
“A little more, or maybe a lot.”
“Same
here. But first…” Robert slides his dick out of me.
My eyes widen at the amount of cream soaking the condom.
He winks. “Over-excited.”
I reach up and pull him back onto the bed. We roll around on the covers as our tongues explore each other’s mouths. Robert Tango is so damn hot, and at the moment, I just can’t get enough of him.
***
Vincent Adams
As the night wore on, Vince had come to the conclusion that neither Maggie nor Robert would show up. He tried calling them both but was unable to reach them. Vince didn’t have to be a brain surgeon to figure out what was going on. When he saw Maggie in the office with Robert, his mind had made wild accusations against them. Robert had made it clear to him that as long as Vince was stringing Emily along and not being honest with Maggie, then Maggie was fair game.
Vince stood beside Emily, who was talking to Burt Tolken, one of their top advertisers, about the work she had done with a charity organization. The more she spoke, the more faith clients lost in her ability. Maggie always shined in those settings. She knew how to ask the right questions, and before the conversation ended, A&Rt would have a new client or someone they could call on when needed. On top of that, Emily was snubbing the other women, which was something Maggie never did, even if the other woman snubbed her first.
Vince gave the room another once-over. Maybe Maggie was mingling in the crowds and he’d failed to see her. There were a lot of people present, standing around with cocktails in hand, chitchatting to unearth what the next person could do for him or her.
“Well, I’m sorry to hear Maggie’s moving on,” Burt said loudly enough to reclaim Vince’s attention.
Vince felt Emily tense up beside him. She was jealous of Maggie, and she had every reason to be.
“We are too,” he replied bitterly.
“Is she on the market?”
Wasn’t that a loaded question? Vince narrowed his eyes at Burt. Of course Burt wanted to schmooze Maggie; they all did. All night, it had been the same thing. He’d introduce Emily as their new Maggie, whomever he was talking to tested Emily’s ability, she failed royally, and they tried to seize the opportunity to bring Maggie into their fold. Business was always so fucking cutthroat.
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