by Marni Mann
That was another sight I loved to see.
A second wave shot through me, followed by a load of cum that went straight into her cunt.
When I was finally empty and the two of them quieted, I slowed my movements to a stop. Both women stared at me from the bed. Their skin was flushed. Their hair a mess. Their hands all over each other. Eve’s face was as wet as the blonde’s fingers.
They were waiting for my next order.
A smile filled my lips as I carefully pulled my cock out of Eve. Staying on my knees, I dropped her legs off my shoulders and moved several inches to the side, so I was between both girls.
I nodded toward the blonde. “Come clean my cock.”
She returned the smile as she crawled toward me, her tongue sticking out before it even landed on me. Then, she swiped it across my entire shaft. Each flick licked more of the wetness off, a mix of both Eve and me.
And, as she did, my eyes locked with Eve’s.
There was something besides satisfaction that filled her face.
An expression I knew all too well.
“You missed me,” I said. Her eyes gave me the answer I was after, so I said, “When she’s done sucking you off my dick, I’m going to fuck you again.”
I could tell those were the words she wanted to hear. Once they resonated, she dropped her hand between her legs and brushed her clit, as though she were wiping it off. “I have a request.”
“I make no promises.”
She grinned. “I want you in my ass.”
Jesus Christ.
That dirty fucking mouth was all mine.
“Hey,” I said to the girl who was bobbing over my cock. “While I fuck Eve’s ass, you’re going to put your cunt on my face, and I’m going to eat you until you come.”
The girl looked up at me, eyes wide and a little watery as she tried to take more of me in. She pulled back to say, “Yes, sir.”
I glanced at Eve.
She’d done good.
The blonde was the most perfect fucking present.
Five
Eve
My eyes opened as I heard my phone ding, the sound I’d set specifically for text messages. Since my clients often needed me all hours of the day and night, I pushed myself out of bed in search of my cell. I hadn’t taken it out of the clutch I wore to the after-party, so that was what I looked for in my room. I found it on the chair, hidden beneath Max’s suit. Quickly opening the small bag, I gripped the plastic case and scrolled the screen with my thumb.
There were multiple messages. The most recent one was from James.
James: You’re forgiven.
Me: Did I fuck up?
James: You left the after-party without saying good-bye. Bitch.
Me: I was on a mission to get laid.
I looked up and glanced toward the bed. Lorrie had left several hours ago, so Max was the only one in it. He was lying on his stomach, the comforter resting across the top of his ass.
Just enough sun came through the windows to highlight the muscles in his back, the dips where they began and ended, each edge so well defined.
God, that man was so fucking hot.
James: I figured since I noticed Max had disappeared, too. How was the reunion?
Me: Hot as fuck.
James: Then, tell me again why you wouldn’t want to wake up next to him every morning? And why you two still spend so much time away from each other?
Me: Jesus, woman. It’s not even nine yet, and I only went to bed a few hours ago. You can start the interrogation after I’ve downed some coffee and more dick.
James: Really? Because, if this were reversed, you’d want a fifteen-sentence answer, and you wouldn’t settle for anything less.
Me: I never said I was fair. I’ll text you later. Love you, bitch.
I brought the phone over to the bed and set it on the nightstand, climbing under the sheets and blanket. The movement caused Max’s eyes to open, his stare showing me that he’d woken up hungry. By the way he reached for me, I knew it wasn’t food he was after.
“What time do you have to head out?” I asked as he flipped me onto my side, pulling my back against his chest.
Several of his exhales hit my shoulder before he said, “What time is it?”
“Quarter to nine.”
“I have about an hour.” He kissed across the top of my back. “Are you seeing clients this morning?”
“No, but I have a ton of prepping and planning to do.”
I’d cleared my entire schedule today in hopes that he would, too.
I should have known better.
Work came first.
That was the rule, and it had been since the moment we started dating.
Therefore, hoping he’d give me the whole day had only been setting myself up for disappointment.
Still, I couldn’t help but think of the question James had asked me yesterday.
“But aren’t you ever going to want more?”
Max’s hand drifted down my side and around to my ass, squeezing the bottom of my cheek. “You were so fucking good to me last night.”
I had known he’d like having Lorrie join us.
She wasn’t the first woman I’d shared with him. I’d brought in many over the years.
Some were for me; others were for him.
Lorrie was for the both of us.
“I thought you deserved a little treat.”
“Treat?” he repeated, clutching my ass even harder, kissing the back of my neck. “For making me wait two weeks to see you?”
I laughed as he bit the bottom of my ear. “I’ve been traveling nonstop since I got back from the Bahamas. I didn’t have time to go to Miami; you know that.”
“Doesn’t mean I liked it.”
I smiled. “Are you saying you missed me?”
“You know the answer to that. Just don’t make me wait so long next time.”
“Yes, sir,” I said, mimicking Lorrie, who had said that several times last night, each one causing Max to react in such a strong way.
“Mmm.”
His hand dipped around my navel, and the pads of his fingers tickled my skin as he moved toward my pussy. When he reached it, the gentleness was gone, and he rubbed my clit with a pressure that would easily make me come.
“I have thirty minutes until I have to get in the shower.” His cock was slipping down my ass, pushing between my legs as I widened them.
He flirted with my entrance.
And, the more he teased, the wetter I got.
Within a few swipes, he was in, crown deep.
“That cock…”
“You fucking love it,” he growled into the back of my ear.
He sank all the way in, and I released a shuddering breath, tingles bursting through my whole body.
“I do.”
Six
Max
Talia’s publicist, one of the forty employed by The Agency, had taken the red-eye to LA to meet with us this morning. Between the two of us, we were going to come up with a statement that would announce Talia’s departure from the label. It was imperative that this was handled properly in the press. Something as petty as a false fucking rumor could ruin her reputation.
I wasn’t going to let that happen.
So, the plan was for the three of us to meet at The Agency’s condo in downtown LA. Once the statement was drafted, it would be released to the public. Talia’s old label would then immediately respond with their own press release, and all the gossip would be squashed before it had a chance to fuel.
Now, the ladies were just waiting for me to show up, so we could get started.
Several minutes ago, the doorman had called to let me know they’d arrived. Since it would be a good fifteen minutes before I got there, I’d told him to escort the girls upstairs and make sure they were comfortable.
While I was logging into my email to see if Talia’s publicist had sent me anything yet, my phone rang.
“Brett,” I said as I answered.
“Disappeared a little early last night, didn’t you?”
“I had some business to take care of.”
I glanced out the window at the skyline of the city, thinking of the night I’d spent with Eve and the blonde. Eve had been so fucking naughty, but the two of them together had been epic.
“I saw.” He laughed. “How was Lorrie?”
“Who?”
“Fucking Christ, Max. The girl who was tailing you on your way out.”
“How do you know her?”
There was honking in the background, Brett spewing a mouthful to some fucker who had cut him off, before he said to me, “She’s James’s makeup artist. Don’t tell me you never got her name.”
“If she said it, I wasn’t listening.”
He laughed again, this time even louder. “Only you could get away with that shit.”
“Don’t even start, asshole. Before James tied you down, you were guilty of the same. Except, when you had threesomes, you didn’t know either of the girls’ names.”
“Jesus, that seems like a lifetime ago.”
“You make the engagement period sound real fucking fun.”
“Man, you know what isn’t fun? The weeks that pass when I’m not with my girl. Having her so far away from me all the time. When Jack is away from Samantha, he complains about it, too. You’re the only one who doesn’t.”
“You two bitch like little girls.”
He sighed. “Listen, motherfucker, I’m headed to Malibu for dinner tonight to meet with a few of the agents we used to work with. I want you to come.”
“Recruiting?”
“Hell yeah. They’d be perfect for our LA office.”
We were in the process of building one here that would be opening in the next few months. Scarlett and her team had been traveling back and forth for weeks to hire agents and publicists. Whenever Jack, Brett, or I were in town, if we had time, we’d also do some interviewing.
“Let me check if I’m free,” I said, tapping the screen of my phone to pull up my schedule.
Talia was on my calendar until eleven, and then I was having lunch with a potential client. I had nothing else planned, so I was just going to go back to Eve’s and get some work done until my early flight in the morning.
That reminded me, I still hadn’t texted my ex back about lunch.
But there was no way I could fit her in.
“Pick me up at Eve’s,” I told him. “We’ll drive there together.”
“I’ll see you then.”
I slid the phone into my pocket just as the driver pulled up to the front entrance of the high-rise. The doorman approached the SUV and opened the backseat door for me. I slipped out and walked into the lobby toward the elevator. Once I was inside, I hit the PH button and leaned my back against the wall.
When I arrived on the top floor, the door slid across, revealing the foyer of our condo. The two women sat several feet away from me on the couch with coffee mugs in their hands.
“Max,” they both said in unison.
I hugged each of the women, and then I took a seat on the chair across from them. “Let’s not waste any time.”
As the publicist nodded, she held a pad of paper on her lap and a pen in her hand.
She was ready.
I liked that.
“I want our message to be clear, and I want it to be simple. No celebrity alerts this time. If one of those notifications goes viral, we’re in jeopardy of fucking everything up. We need this statement to go out and the label to come back with a response, and then we need to put this shit to bed.”
“I want nothing more,” Talia replied.
I looked at the publicist and said, “You know the contract Talia has waiting for her in Nashville is one of the biggest in country music history. Nothing is going to ruin that. Do you hear me?”
“I’ve got this handled, Mr. Graham. Don’t worry.”
I would believe that once this was over.
“Where do we stand on the press release? Has anything been written, or do we need to start from scratch?” I asked.
“I drafted two versions during the flight.” Her laptop was resting beside her, and she opened it, her fingers tapping the keyboard. “I’m emailing you both options right now.”
While she did, my eyes shifted over to Talia. “Did the label reach out to you last night after you got home?”
“A few unknown numbers came through my phone, but I didn’t answer any of the calls. I’ve stayed off social media, and I didn’t talk to any of my friends or my family, just like you asked.”
“Good,” I said, standing and going into the kitchen to grab myself some coffee.
While I waited for the single cup to brew, I flipped through the messages on my phone. Seeing the headlines of each one, realizing none of them needed my immediate attention, I clicked on my photos.
The first one that loaded was a picture of Eve that I’d taken this morning. Her foot was resting on the bathroom counter, and she was rubbing lotion onto her leg. The way the light was hitting her, the way her skin shone, the way her wet hair hung over her back and the side of her tit had made it a moment that had to be captured.
Damn it, she was one beautiful girl.
Seeing the time on the microwave, I knew her doorbell would be ringing any second. In the meantime, I had something else to give her. So, I clicked on the arrow at the bottom of the screen, attaching the photo to a text that I addressed to Eve. Underneath the picture I typed, Gorgeous, before I hit Send.
“The press releases should be in your inbox now,” the publicist said.
I looked up from my phone, meeting her eyes, and then I glanced back at the picture.
Mmm.
I exited out of the text I had sent her, and I clicked on my email.
She was right; they were both there.
I took the coffee mug into the living room, set my phone next to it on the table, and said, “It’s time to get to work.”
Seven
Eve
Once Max left my house, I threw on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top and sat in the middle of the living room floor. It was the only open spot since the couch was covered in shoeboxes.
God, this place was a mess.
Because of all my traveling lately, it had gotten completely out of control.
The hundreds of dresses I had in here had to be sorted and labeled, and accessories needed to be categorized. All of it then had to be put into garment bags and dropped off at my clients’ houses. And I couldn’t put it off any longer; it had to be tackled today while I had the time off.
I uncrossed my legs over the hardwood floor, and the shift caused me to feel the soreness in my ass. It was a dull ache but an extremely sweet one.
It reminded me of the pounding Max had given me last night and the one this morning.
A pounding I had begged for.
A pounding I wanted again right now.
That man.
And his magnificent cock.
I shook my head, trying to push out those thoughts, and hauled myself up off the floor. Just as I got to my feet, the doorbell rang. I answered it, and there was a man in a suit standing outside with an extremely large Hermès bag in his hand.
“Miss Kennedy?”
I nodded and backed it up with, “Yes.” As the word left my mouth, I looked toward the curb and saw a black SUV was parked there.
“I have a delivery for you.” He extended his hand in my direction.
I clasped my fingers around the handle of the bag and watched him leave my front steps before I closed the door. Since the only open space was the counter in the kitchen, I set the bag on top of it, admiring the gorgeous orange wrapping.
Hermès wasn’t a company whose showroom I pulled from. Many of my clients collected their bags, and I would get them whichever ones they wanted to purchase, but they weren’t worn on the red carpet. And, because I hadn’t ordered any of their pieces recently, I couldn’t imagine why I had gotten this
delivery.
Inside was a box, typical of what their larger purses came in. I lifted the lid, and sitting on top of the dust bag was an envelope. I ran my finger under the flap, took out the card, and read the handwritten note.
Some things remind me of you.
This is one.
—Max
My hands began to shake as I reached into the box, opening the top of the dust bag to take out whatever was inside.
By the shape, feel, and weight, I knew it was a bag.
I just didn’t know what collection he had gotten.
That was, until the handle slowly started to peek out.
“Oh my God!” I screamed, the dust bag falling to the ground as I held the purse into the air.
He’d bought me a fucking Birkin.
It wasn’t the standard version, the one I got for most of my clients, which still had a waiting list that was several months long.
This was the Himalaya, made of dyed albino crocodile skin.
A rarity since only a limited quantity was produced.
One that was almost impossible to find.
It was the most breathtaking, stunningly beautiful bag I had ever seen.
And it was all mine.
I heard a text come through my phone from somewhere out in the living room.
I ignored it.
I couldn’t move.
I couldn’t put this baby down.
I certainly couldn’t take my eyes off of it.
I ran my hand over the side and across the handle and under the bottom. It was so smooth, so silky, so lush.
I knew how much these bags went for, so I knew he’d spent a small fortune on it.
A fortune that was worth more than my car.
I glanced at the card again, reading the message he had written.
This masterpiece reminds him of me?
I felt my skin flush. A heat then began to spread to my heart and trickle through my chest.
More.
That was a word I’d been thinking about since my conversation with James.
I wasn’t sure what that would look like.