Cityscape Affair Series: The Complete Box Set

by Hawkins, Jessica

  “I’m really angry with you, Liv, and I can’t help it.” His voice firmed as his tears vanished. “You know I love you, you know I’m a nice guy, but I feel like I’ve taken a lot of shit.”

  “I know,” I said softly, touching my earlobe.

  “So don’t expect me to lie back and let you walk all over me. If you want to proceed with this divorce, I’m going to treat you like I would anyone else in court. Especially if he’s going to stick his nose in it. And I’m a good lawyer, I think you know that.”

  Loud banging on the front door startled me. “Shit. Hang on,” I told Bill.

  “Tell Gretchen to give us a minute,” he said.

  It wasn’t Gretchen, but I kept that to myself as I crossed the apartment. I opened the door a sliver and stepped out, but stuck my foot in the door to keep it from automatically locking. “Everything’s good,” I said to David. “We’re just talking.”

  He unclenched his jaw. “Fine, but I’m waiting here.”

  “Thank you,” I said and returned to the kitchen. “Go ahead,” I told Bill. “What were you saying?”

  I stood by the last few boxes, waiting for him to speak. My eyes went to the nearest one, and my jaw dropped when I saw our wedding album. “Bill?” I asked, holding it up.

  “I don’t want it.”

  “But . . . you should keep it. I have the originals on my computer.” He shook his head, and I frowned. I didn’t want to say it, but it would mean more to Bill during this time than it would me. I set it on the counter next to him. “Keep it,” I insisted.

  “Are you purposely trying to piss me off?” he asked. “First, you give me back your ring, and now this?”

  “I made that album especially for you,” I said. “And I’m sorry about the ring. You’re right—it was insensitive of me, but I know it’s a family heirloom.”

  “So I’m supposed to give it to someone else?” he asked.

  “I don’t know,” I admitted.

  He stood, picked up the album, and threw it in the trash. “Happy?” he asked. “Leave.”

  I glanced over at the remaining boxes. I still had more stuff to take down. But more importantly, I was concerned about Bill. “I really think we should talk,” I said. “Whatever’s going on in your head, let’s get it all out there.”

  “I can’t. Just go.” He turned away and pressed his palms into his eyes. “Every time you look at me, it’s with pity,” he added. “Please.”

  I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. “Bill,” I said softly.

  “I said go.” He picked up a box, wrenched open the door, and threw it into the hallway.

  As he turned for the next one, David caught the door before it closed. “Is that really fucking necessary?” he asked from the doorway.

  I hurried over and pushed David out into the hallway. “Don’t,” I warned.

  He crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes fixed behind me. “He’s going to ruin your stuff.”

  Bill dropped another box by my feet, then stuck a wedge under the door to keep it open. “Can’t go anywhere without your bodyguard?” he asked me, going back for more boxes.

  “Say another thing, and I’ll shatter your jaw, too,” David said.

  “Try me.” Bill slid a box across the floor, and it tumbled out into the hall. “You’re lucky I don’t press charges for my nose.”

  David’s arm twitched as he stepped forward, right in front of me. “Do that,” he said over my head. “See what happens.”

  I straightened my shoulders and placed a hand on his forearm. “Don’t,” I said. “I’m asking you to walk away.”

  “Yeah, walk away, you noble asshole,” Bill said. “Is it noble to swipe another man’s wife from under his nose? To buy his future home?”

  “I don’t expect you to understand,” David said. “Unlike you, I’d go to any lengths for her.”

  Bill scoffed. “How sweet. I’ll be sure to remind you of that in three months when you’ve dumped her on the side of the road.”

  David lunged forward, almost knocking me out of the way, and gripped Bill by his t-shirt. He slammed him up against the wall and pinned him there. “I warned you once. If I have to shut you the fuck up, I will.”

  Bill’s eyes dropped to David’s hands and then jumped back up. I expected to see anger in them, but there was only defeat. I knew David saw it, too, because he released Bill immediately and stepped back.

  “Look, man,” David said, “fighting won’t get us anywhere. Just watch your mouth, and don’t ever put your hands on her again.”

  Bill kicked one last box out and disappeared into the apartment, letting the door slam behind him. I stared after him, trying to decide if I should go in and comfort him.

  David cursed to himself and rubbed his forehead before looking at me. “Don’t,” he said. “You’ll just make it harder for him.”

  He was right. Even seeing our wedding pictures was too hard for Bill. My being here wasn’t helping.

  “Is that everything?” David asked.

  “I think there were a couple more boxes,” I said, “but let’s just leave it.”

  “You sure?” he asked. “I can go back in and get them.”

  “I’m sure,” I said and picked up a lighter box as David hoisted a heavier one. We walked in silence to where Gretchen leaned against the car, her ankles crossed in front of her. “I don’t see any blood on your knuckles,” she said to David. “I guess that’s a good sign.”

  “It didn’t get that far, thankfully,” I said.

  “Thankfully for him,” David muttered.

  Gretchen rolled her eyes. “Bill’s a real peach these days.”

  “I’m sorry he took it out on you,” I said, hugging her. “It means so much that you came today.”

  “It means a lot that you asked,” she said softly, smiling. As David jogged up the staircase to grab the last of my things, she added, “But can we go? I’m over this place.”

  I laughed. “Sure.”

  I insisted on treating her to dinner, so once the car had been loaded up, David drove us to a restaurant for pizza and drinks. After finishing off my frozen margarita, I slammed my empty glass on the table and Gretchen giggled.

  David eyed us suspiciously, but he was in good spirits, despite being the designated driver.

  Gretchen started off on something about work, but I could see that David wasn’t listening. He watched me instead. Earlier, with the city of Chicago at his back, he’d had his way with me on his desk. I’d gotten myself some businessman David, and all it did was fuel the ache. The more I got, the more I wanted. I eased my foot out of my shoe and ran it along the inside of his leg, glancing over at Gretchen so as not to arouse suspicion.

  When she stopped talking to order another drink, I pulled out my phone.

  Me: I have a confession to make…I never bought underwear today

  David shifted to retrieve his phone from his back pocket. His eyes widened as he read, then his fingers darted over the screen.

  David: I don’t believe you.

  I arched an eyebrow at him. His gaze turned heated, immediately warming my body. Visions from earlier flashed through my mind. I was feeling just as aroused as I was then, despite having been blessed with two orgasms already. I exhaled audibly.

  “Liv?” Gretchen asked. “Are you listening?”

  “Yes,” I said, my voice creaky.

  “Right,” she said, getting up. “I’m going to the bathroom.”

  David’s hooded eyes scrolled down my body with agonizing slowness, then flicked back up to my face. He scooted his chair closer to mine, wet his lips, and rested his hand on my knee under the red-and-white checked tablecloth. I glanced around the restaurant as his palm rubbed back and forth over my skin. A dull hum overtook my body the instant his hand inched up my skirt. I inhaled a ragged breath, trying to keep it together, while his face gave nothing away. Except his eyes, fiery with need that mirrored my own desire.

  Now at the top of my
thighs, his fingers slipped between them, finding me slick. “You’re soaked,” he said, nonchalance threading his tone.

  I inhaled deeply as he felt me. “For you.”

  His jaw tightened as he coated his fingers with my wetness but didn’t penetrate. He leaned in and murmured, “If you’re still this wet, my job’s not done for the day. I’ll finish you off tonight with a hard fuck.”

  My breath caught as my face flushed. “Harder than this afternoon?”

  “So hard you can’t walk tomorrow.” He withdrew before he’d even entered and wiped his fingers down the inside of my thigh. His head tilted, and he kissed me seconds before I heard Gretchen’s voice.

  “Look at you two,” she said. “So cute. Can’t keep your hands off each other.”

  I laughed into his mouth, and he gave me a quick peck before returning to his position across the table.

  “Brian e-mailed back,” David said. “He says Miami’s a go. Have you heard from Greg?”

  “Yep.” Gretchen nodded. “He’s in.”

  When the waiter dropped off the check, I snatched it immediately. “This is my treat.”

  “I’ve got it,” David said, holding out his hand.

  David and Gretchen were doing me a favor, plus David hadn’t let me pay for anything since we’d started dating. This was going to be my treat, even if I had to force it on him.

  I grabbed my purse and ran away before David knew what was happening. I paid the waiter in cash and returned slowly to the table, smoothing my hands over my skirt as David sat rigid in his chair.

  “Um, thanks?” Gretchen said.

  “No problem,” I responded, unsuccessfully avoiding David’s glare. “But I’m expecting one of you to put out.”

  * * *

  Bent at the hip, my hands wrapped around my ankles, I’d assumed the position David wanted me in minutes ago. After enlisting a couple bellhops to carry up my boxes, he’d left to return the rental car. On his way home, he’d texted me how he wanted to find me, and it was like this—my ass in the air, hands at my ankles, and wearing lingerie he hadn’t seen me in yet. I nearly dripped with anticipation, and by the time I heard keys in the foyer, I was dangerously close to biting off my bottom lip.

  Now, I looked anxiously through my legs at the bedroom door. I was positioned at the foot of the bed, but I doubted we’d even make it there. I heard his dress shoes on the floors as he made his way to the bedroom. He entered but disappeared right into the closet. “You waiting, baby?” he called.

  “Yes,” I said impatiently.

  “I’m coming.”

  “David.” I groaned. “I can’t wait any longer.”

  I heard his chuckle. “So touch yourself.”

  “No,” I said through a squeal. “I want you to touch me.”

  Upside-down, I watched him exit the closet and take his sweet time while I about burst with desire. He walked over in bare feet, still in his suit pants. “I want to touch you, too,” he said, but he said it low and hoarse, and in a way that sounded like he’d been waiting to say it all day.

  He removed his watch, set it on the nightstand, and came toward me. “Did you buy this earlier?” he asked of the tea-rose-pink satin bustier trimmed in black lace I’d paired with a matching lace thong.

  “Yes.”

  He came right up behind me so I could feel his heat on the backs of my legs. “You told me you didn’t buy underwear today.”

  “I lied,” I said through a smile.

  He gasped. “You lied? What did I tell you about that?” As soon as the question left his mouth, his open palm landed on my ass cheek.

  I groaned. “Honesty policy.”

  “If I were a more patient man, I’d tie you to this bed as punishment.”

  “You would?” I asked hopefully, but also nervous at the prospect of being at another person’s complete mercy.

  “Instead, you hold on to your ankles like your life depends on it,” he said and slid my thong over my ass so it fell to my ankles. When I started to step out of it, he said, “Wait.”

  He used his foot to nudge my legs apart as far as the underwear would allow. “All day I’ve been picturing you sprawled out on my desk, letting me have whatever I want.”

  “I want you to have it all,” I said.

  “All?” he asked.

  “Everything. Take what you want.”

  He took my ass cheek in one hand and massaged it, spreading me open as I heard his zipper. From between my legs, I watched his pants fall. My breathing sped, my grip tightening, my vision blurring because he wasn’t even inside me and I could feel him already.

  His fingers skimmed over my wet slit. “You have such a sweet ass,” he said. “Have I ever told you that?”

  I whimpered softly and froze when I felt pressure on my anus. “David,” I breathed, a soft objection.

  His finger, wet with my own juices, continued a tenuous circle over me. The pressure subsided, and I felt equally relieved and disappointed.

  Tension returned when I heard him spit in his hand. He was back between my cheeks suddenly, teasing me with soft, measured circles. With his finger pressed against my anus, he pushed his cock into me, and I inhaled sharply.

  “Made for me, baby,” he grated out.

  “Do it,” I dared him on an exhale.

  He folded over my back, sliding so deep that I thought I might rip apart at the seams. “You want it?”

  “Yes. Do it.” I wanted him to dominate me in every way, but I also knew I had no idea what I was asking for. “One finger.”

  “I’ll get lube.”

  “No,” I bit out, dizzy with need for him. “Just do it now.”

  He straightened up, and his finger immediately began to ring my asshole, which quivered at the new sensation. His other hand held my hips in place as his cock pulsed into me, gently at first and then faster.

  “Hold on to the bed,” he instructed, so I let go of my ankles to brace myself against the frame.

  His plunges remained deep but steady as he slipped the tip of his finger inside. It was wet, but not slick, so it throbbed slightly. But I wanted to do it for him, so I fisted my hands and said, “More.”

  He grunted, and his finger went deeper. My face flushed. I exhaled loudly. He held it there for a moment and then pushed all the way in, both painful and sweet. He kept it there as his thrusting increased and suddenly, he was pounding against me inhumanly hard like he’d promised. I pushed off the bed to meet him, his one finger all the way up my ass, and his other hand pulling my hips into each thrust.

  Without warning or slowing down, he pushed a second finger in, and I suppressed a cry. My eyes watered as my insides molded around him. I was full, overwhelmingly full, and tempted to push his hand away, but I bit down on my lip instead and let the bite of pain ripple into waves of pleasure.

  I closed my eyes and focused on his animal growls and on the feeling of his perfect cock driving in and out. My underwear seared against my ankles, chafing as I tried to spread my legs further to ease the sting.

  “Oh, God,” I moaned to myself, lost in another world, feeling him as deep as I could get him.

  “Fuck,” he bit out, crushing my hip with his hand as he drove into me. “You’re wrapped so goddamn tight around me.” I yelped when he twisted his fingers in me, and he stilled instantly.

  “Don’t stop,” I begged and found my bottom lip with my teeth again.

  He picked up his pace quickly, shoving me into the bed with each thrust. “That’s it, baby. Come hard with two fingers in your ass.”

  A cry tore from my throat as I exploded with a forceful and sudden orgasm. It was so powerful that my insides cramped and then released and it was over before I knew it. He withdrew from me completely, so I sank down to the floor, still clutching the lip of the bed. Breaking into a cold sweat, I set my forehead against the frame. My heart pounded everywhere—in my ears, against my ribcage, between my legs. I had no idea if David had even come.

  “Hey,” he sa
id softly, crouching down next to me. “Are you all right?”

  I nodded against the bed but didn’t respond. He placed his hand over mine and removed it from the bed. He took my chin so I was forced to look at him. “Are you?” he asked earnestly.

  I nodded again, and after a moment, he kissed me.

  “Jesus,” he said, drawing back and touching his lip. “You’re bleeding.” He pulled at my lower lip to inspect it. “You broke the skin. Were you in pain?”

  I dropped my gaze to the floor. “I don’t know. Kind of?” I said. “But it felt amazing, too. I think that’s the hardest I’ve come yet.”

  “Damn it, Olivia, why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as if he hadn’t heard the last part.

  My chest heaved as I searched his face. Was he mad? Why was he cursing at me?

  “I have to know if I’m hurting you, or else how can I trust you when we’re having sex?” he asked.

  I shrugged my shoulders. “I said it felt good, David. I came really hard.”

  He sat all the way on the floor, his back against the bedframe. “Shit. Are you in pain now?”

  “Not at all.” I shook my head, still riding the bliss of my seriously intense orgasm. “Did you finish?”

  He just stared at me, so I looked down and found my answer. He was hard, swollen, and glistening with my juices. I turned around, and with my back to him, I climbed astride his lap.

  “Olivia,” he protested. “You don’t have to—” He stopped as I took him in my hand. My pussy greedily devoured him in one plunge.

  I sat motionless, savoring the sensation of his thick, pulsing cock stretching me. I didn’t think I could come again, my body was wrecked, but he felt so fucking good. His hands parted my hair and pushed it over my shoulders, so it hung around my face. He kissed my spine softly and began to undo each hook of the pink corset. Once it hung open, he slid his hands underneath. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, running his hands over my skin. He reached around and grasped my breasts while moaning against my back. “I love you.”

  Goose bumps ignited over me as his lips brushed my shoulder. His arms clutched my back to his front, rocking me slowly onto him. I turned my head so he kissed my cheek and the corner of my lips. “I love you, too,” I rasped.