“I’m gonna head upstairs for a shower and to freshen up before her highness gets here.” Emily laughed, jogging up the two flights of stairs to the master bedroom. Making her way to the bathroom, she smiled at the smudged bedroom paint on the wall with memories of Avery flushing through her mind. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she texted him.
Every time I walk by that smudge, I get hot. Wish you were here xoxo
She slid the phone across the sink counter and started the shower. She turned to lock the door of the bathroom, and continued to undress. No matter where she was, at home or out in public, she had picked up the habit. Her phone buzzed, signaling her to Avery’s reply.
I wish I was there too. Dammit. Don’t have fun without me.
“All, right, Avery. I’ll be good. Just for you.” She tested the water with her hand, then slid into the shower with a smile on her face. She was one lucky woman.
***
Ben sat on the other side of the white dining room table looking bored to death, his face morphed into an ugly scowl which matched his bushy brown eyebrows and his shaggy bowl cut. Emily had pulled out an old tablecloth that Gran brought with her from Georgia. She told the story how it was the first tablecloth she had ever sewn without her own grandmother instructing her. Amelia politely smiled and participated in the conversation when she felt necessary.
Gran was oblivious to any of the tension in the room, and Emily continued to go out of her way to keep the peace even though she wanted to fling a spoon full of Gran’s casserole at Ben. For someone raised in such a prestigious family, you would think he would have better manners. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep himself from the small backhanded comments about money, the house, and of course Emily’s sizable inheritance, things a truly polite person would have kept out of dinner conversation.
“So, Emily,” Amelia started. “When do we get to meet this Avery?” Her tone condescending as she brushed her long blonde hair from her shoulder, tucking it neatly behind her ear, and pointing her empty fork in Emily’s direction.
“I hope soon,” Emily answered with a simple, polite smile. “He has to work until early Saturday morning, but he will have three days off then. Maybe y’all can come over for a beach day this weekend?”
Before Amelia could answer, Ben scowled some more. Did this man ever look happy? He cut her off and began, “No, we don’t have time this weekend. Hell, we were lucky we could squeeze tonight in.” Amelia clearly looked upset. It was nothing new, Ben trying to keep his wife from spending time with her sister. Over the years Emily had grown used to his controlling behavior, but now it appeared as though Amelia was growing tired of it as well. Whatever was brewing between the couple didn’t look good.
“Oh, that’s fine. We’ll figure something out.” Emily brushed it off. Maybe her sister was starting to have enough of his prick personality.
“By the way, Emily, have you talked with Jared lately? I always liked that boy.” Ben smirked as he did his best to turn Emily’s stomach.
***
Saturday morning came sooner than Emily expected, but she was over the moon to spend time with Avery. The more hours he worked, the more she found herself thinking about him, something that was still a new feeling to her. An hour before he was due to get off his shift, she slipped into a lacy blue corset with matching thong, and drifted back to sleep. Under the comforter she looked naked, which would certainly grab Avery’s attention the minute he walked through the door.
She drifted out of twilight when she heard the bedroom door gently close. Slowly stirring under the covers, she heard his voice.
“Mornin’ Darlin’.” The bed dipped from his weight as he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. His lips were warm and inviting. She turned her head to meet his mouth for their first kiss in two days. God, I missed these lips. “Let me get changed, hun,” he said as he got up from the bed, stripping his clothes off in a hurry to join her under the covers like they’d done so many mornings before. As he pulled the covers back, she opened her eyes to watch his reaction. His green eyes dripped with lust as she smiled.
“Surprise, Baby,” she said as he leaned in to take her lips.
“Best surprise ever,” he whispered. “Can I unwrap you? Or maybe I will just pull these off?” he asked as he tugged her thong down her legs. “You look hot in just this.” His lips trailed down her neck, running his tongue along her cleavage.
“But maybe, we could fix this right here.” His hands worked the cups of the corset, pushing it down slightly. Emily’s nipples peeked out from behind the blue lace. “Yes, just like this. Perfection, love.” His tongue licked each nipple with care before leaning back on his calves to take in the scene before him.
Emily was perfect. Her messy blonde hair rounding her face, sleepy blue eyes filled with want, her perfect tits peeping out of the bodice which matched her eyes to a tee. Avery licked his lips to see her pussy glistening with anticipation, just waiting for his hard cock.
Slowly, he lowered himself down onto her, taking her swelling lips to his once again. His five o’clock shadow brushed against her soft skin, sending goosebumps all over her body. Her lips slowly parted, inviting his tongue in. His throbbing cock brushed ever so gently against her tender folds. Her breath hitched as he grabbed hold of his dick, guiding it into her with care.
Her hips lifted upward, meeting his slow thrust with her own urgency. She’d been waiting two whole days to feel him inside her again. Her pussy felt downright empty and achy without him.
As he pushed in to the hilt, his hardness caressed her G spot, sending pleasure throughout her whole body. Emily moaned against his lips. Her sounds encouraged his desperate actions. Her hips continued to meet each thrust.
“Oh, fuck! Avery!” Emily cried under his body as her orgasm began to build. She continued to buck wildly under his touch. His moans became more primal as he worked toward his own climax, pushing harder and deeper into her with purpose. As her cries became louder, his pace increased. “Shit! I’m gonna...” She started panting out as her moans got louder. “Avery!” she screamed as her climax crashed over her. Avery wasn’t far behind her.
“Oh, Emily,” he moaned as he pushed inside her one last time, coming deep inside her with everything he had, then collapsing on top of her in exhaustion. Damn I hope I come home from a two day shift to this forever!
***
Two hours later, Emily slid out of bed, making her way to the shower. She was on a mission for a desk today, and there was no way she was going to stop until she was the owner of the perfect workspace for her new business.
Walking out of the bathroom, she caught Avery sitting up in bed, leaning back on his elbows. She’d tried to shower quietly, but she apparently hadn’t accomplished it. Eyeing her from the bed he gave Emily a seductive smile, signaling her he was ready and waiting for another round this morning.
“I woke you,” she said, making her way to the walk-in closet next to the staircase, his eyes never leaving her barely covered body. Walking into the closet she dropped her towel to the floor only to quickly slide on a green and white gingham pattern dress.
“I should be getting out of bed anyway. No reason to sleep the day away,” Avery replied as she walked out of the closet, wrapping her wet hair in the towel. He kicked his legs off the side of the bed, slowly rising to his feet with a massive stretch. Emily quickly noticing he was still naked as the day he was born.
While her jaw hit their bedroom floor, she turned, quickly making her way to the bathroom to finish the process of drying her hair. Wet dog wasn’t a becoming look on her.
“What are your plans for the day, Em?” Avery asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still naked.
“I’m going to find a desk. I can’t wait any longer, I have my first client next week and I need my office to be finished,” she spoke firmly, but she wasn’t even fooling herself. Emily would continue the search until she found the perfect desk. She was far too picky when it came to furniture cho
ices.
“Want company?” Avery asked, making his way to the shower and turning the knob to bring it to life.
“Only if you are up for hours of antiquing,” Emily replied. While she would be in her glory, she didn’t think Avery would be as interested in her quest.
“Wait till I am done with the shower?” he asked, stepping into the vast shower before sliding the glass door closed.
***
The first stop Avery’s truck made was at the Beach Street Antique Mall, a famous spot for antiques in Daytona Beach, and one of Emily’s favorite places to go shopping. Rows upon rows of antique furniture lined the building. The old store was amazingly rich with history. Emily loved places like this. As they passed by the rows of glass cases leading to the sprawling furniture section, a sparkling ring caught Emily’s attention. Pausing for a moment she looked down at the perfect antique ring and gushed over its beauty before continuing her mission, looking for a desk.
The couple made their way up and down the rows as she carefully examined anything that could be considered desk material. In her mind she had this beautiful picture of a turquoise colored desk which would accent the coral walls of her office perfectly. But if beggars had to be choosers, she could always paint it herself.
As they rounded the final row of furniture, she spotted it—stopping dead in her tracks, causing a distracted Avery to walk directly into her back, almost knocking her onto her face.
“Jesus! Sorry, babe,” Avery said, catching her by the waist before she could go down. Looking at her face, he followed her glare across the room to the end of the aisle, where a two piece white antique style desk sat. The piece was worn, paint chipping on all the surfaces, with drawers lining both sides of the sitting space. It had a vast top, full with shelves, glass doors and more drawers.
“That is it! Avery, it’s perfect!” She continued gazing at the desk, slowly walking toward it. Almost as if it would run if she moved too fast. She ran her finger along the edges as she continued walking by, taking in every inch of the old beauty.
Avery walked off to find one of the little old women he’d spotted working behind the counter earlier as Emily continued inspecting every inch of the desk as if her life depended on it. She’d finally found the perfect desk! It would need to be sanded down, and re-painted, but she had plenty of time to do it. Despite wanting a turquoise desk, the white fit its style perfectly. She would re-paint it the same color, just as it was always meant to be.
The little grey haired lady appeared next to Avery, walking down the aisle to Emily and the desk. They had become inseparable in a matter of moments.
“So, this is the one?” the little old lady asked. Emily turned around with the biggest smile on her face as she and Avery replied at the same time.
“Yes!” Both burst out laughing.
“This one is a favorite of mine,” the little lady explained. “She’s been here for some time. I’m not sure of the history, but doesn’t she look like she has a lot to say?” she asked, speaking of the history of the magnificent desk.
“Oh yes, she certainly does. This is everything I’ve always dreamed of for my office.” Emily gushed over the desk. Thank God we brought Avery’s truck!
***
Emily tackled her desk like a hurricane, busting out her sander to lightly sand the old paint off the desk. Dust flew all over the soon-to-be-office, but nothing a vacuum and a little elbow grease couldn’t clean. Then she carefully hand-painted the entire desk with a cream colored paint, aptly named Polished Pearl.
Once both pieces were painted, she finally took a break to give poor Avery a little bit of attention on his day off. She found him downstairs on the back deck, sitting with Gran. They were deep in conversation about something, but she couldn’t make out what they were saying over the waves crashing loudly. She stood in the doorway, watching them for some time before Avery stood, wrapping his arms around his gran and started to turn toward the house, catching Emily in his sight.
A smile spread across his face as his eyes fell on her paint stained attire, something he was getting used to recently. Messy was a sexy look on her.
“How long have you been standing here?” Avery asked, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her cheek.
“Not long. I just finished painting the desk. I just figured I would come down and be sociable. I kind of got carried away.” She chuckled to herself. She felt guilty, but once she got started, there simply was no stopping her.
“I am freaking exhausted now, though. I could sleep for a damn week.” She yawned as she spoke. She had a giant burst of energy when it came to working on her dream desk, but now that she was finished, she wanted to curl up in bed with a good book, and read until she passed out.
“Thirsty?” He started making his way for the kitchen, pulling out the big pitcher of sweet tea Gran insisted on making daily. It was just so damn good.
“I can always go for Gran’s tea, and you know that, Avery Martin!” Emily laughed as she followed him into the kitchen, plopping down on one of the barstools positioned at the breakfast bar.
She let out another yawn before lying her head down on the cool blue granite.
Avery placed her glass next to her, before walking around behind her to rub her shoulders. Immediately all the tension in her body vanished.
“That feels so good.” Emily let out a small moan. “Ya know, Avery. You don’t have to stay in tonight and be a bum with me. We both had lives before each other.” She sat up in the chair, giving him a smile of reassurance.
“I just don’t feel right leaving you alone, not with everything that’s going on. Maybe I can have a couple of the guys over tonight? We could grill and have a few beers, and you can do whatever it is you did before I came into your life.” He smiled back, giving her a charming wink.
“Before you? Avery, I would be soaking in my tub with a book, or my iPad. Nothing fancy, that’s for sure.” She laughed. Nothing beat a good Indie book by one of her favorite authors. There was just something about the indie community which was far more attractive than those big, boring best sellers.
“I don’t mind if you have the guys over. Just don’t scare your gran.” Emily smiled while texting Becca to see if she wanted to join her for a movie in bed for the night. They were past due for a girl’s night.
***
Emily insisted Becca’s bold language and brazen personality was going to scare Gran into an early grave. She’d tried to warn Avery’s grandmother of Becca before she arrived at the beach house, but she didn’t think anyone could have prepared the seventy-two year old, reserved, country lady for the whirlwind they called Becca.
“I brought vino, ladies!” Becca exclaimed as she busted through the front door without as much as a knock. Yup, this night is about to get interesting.
The women surrounded the breakfast bar in the kitchen as Becca continued emptying her bag of tricks. First came the wine, followed by a handful of movies, several Chinese food containers, and last, a small pint of Jameson whiskey which she placed on the counter with a flourish and a calculating grin.
“There is no way I am touching that, B, no damn way.” Emily pointed at the small alcohol bottle shining on her kitchen counter. “In fact, I think I will be sticking with some tea tonight. I haven’t felt so hot this week and I am already pushing it with the Chinese.” Just thinking about the General Tso’s chicken from her favorite Chinese food place made her mouth water. It had been too long since she indulged in it.
“Only whiskey?” Gran questioned with a laugh. “That’s the hard stuff for y’all?” She laughed, questioning their choice of hard alcohol. Emily had guessed Gran wouldn’t be joining in drinking, but it was starting to look like Emily was really wrong.
“Whiskey is our party alcohol, which is normally what our girls’ nights are about, but I just want to relax and lay low tonight. I think the boys may get rowdy enough for all of us,” Emily said, pulling a stack of plates out of the cabinet for their take-out dinner
.
“Y’all are lightweights.” The old lady laughed at the girls while their jaws hung, staring at Gran in disbelief. “You ain’t had nothin’ till y’all had some of our good ol’ bathtub moonshine.” Was Emily hearing her correctly? Bathtub moonshine? Who was this lady and where had sweet old Gran run off to?
“Don’t make me get Avery in here!” Emily threatened as she burst out laughing. Maybe there was more to this petite, silver haired firecracker than she had originally thought.
“Go on, Suga’! Get him. Who’d you think taught that boy how to drink?” She smirked at the girls before peering inside the take-out containers.
“What the hell is this?” Gran asked as she continued examining the containers. Apparently, she had never had the pleasure of Chinese take-out.
“There is a first time for everything, right, Gran?” Becca laughed before Emily started to explain the different ingredients in the various Chinese dishes. By the end of the culinary lesson, Gran settled on a little bit of everything to try. These girls would certainly be broadening Gran’s horizons.
After a half dozen of Becca’s cat jokes to go with the Chinese food, everyone was done eating, just as a flood of firemen made their way onto the back deck. Gran and Emily worked to clean up the small mess, and pack away the leftovers in the fridge. I won’t have to fight Gran for those! She clearly hadn’t cared for the take out, but politely finished her dinner.
Becca stood by the back door until she eyed Tom. She quietly slid out onto the back deck to maul him before returning to help, or at least pretend she was helping once everything was already finished.
“You gonna finally spill?” Emily asked her. They had briefly spoken about her and Tom, but she continued to keep to herself when it came to him. It had been a long time since Becca had anything more than a one night stand, and it was clear Tom was becoming a repeat performance in her night life.
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