The bathroom lights were off, but the glow of candles was stronger in the small bathroom. The flickering flames reflected off the massive white cast iron tub, which was filled with a sea of bubbles and, more importantly, Daisy.
Her neck was resting on one end of the tub and her feet were propped on the other. Her arms were draped around the rim, and when her eyes flicked up to me she remained perfectly still. Her face was completely blank, but the look of want in her eyes, combined with the sight of her soaking in that tub full of bubbles, made my need for her burn even hotter through my veins.
“Interesting choice of locale for a conversation,” I said finally, breaking the tense silence.
“I didn’t invite you here for a conversation.”
“No? Why, then?”
“I thought you didn’t like stupid questions,” her pout twisted into a smile, and she sinks a bit lower into the bath of creamy white bubbles.
The animal inside of me wanted to dive through those bubbles and ravage her right there in the cast iron tub, but the gentleman in me remembered the thoughts I was thinking in the elevator.
“I already told you before,” I said, standing my ground. “I can’t have meaningless sex with you.”
“You’ve told me a lot of things, Caleb, and they haven’t all been true.”
I crossed the bathroom and sit on the rim of the clawfoot soaking tub, bending down so I can smell the rose-scented bubbles as they pop against her bare shoulders.
“You want the truth, Daisy?”
She didn’t respond, but she dipped her chin subtly; a nod.
“The truth is that I can’t just fuck you, because I fucking love you.”
She blinked behind the shield of bubbles, sinking lower into the tub but keeping her eyes locked on mine. She was silent and in those few seconds and I couldn’t figure out what she was thinking or what she was going to say.
“Tell me what you want, Daisy.”
Her eyes flicked up and her lips pursed together.
“I want you.”
I gripped the edge of the tub, my body reeling with the ache of restraint. Her hands slipped from the rim, sinking into the bubbles. I watched her shoulders bunch together and I could tell exactly what she was doing. She was touching herself.
I imagined the feeling of her velvet skin, wet from the rose scented bathwater; wet with how much she wished that her fingers were mine as she slipped her knuckles between her legs underwater.
“Tell me what you want,” she said, keeping her eyes trained on mine.
I leaned forward, bending through the bubbles between us so that our faces were close.
“You.”
She bent up the rest of the way and our lips connected. It was a desperate, hungry kiss, and I only pulled away so that I could tear off my suit jacket and plunge my arm into the bubbly bathwater. The water soaked through the white sleeve of my dress shirt, but I didn’t care. I needed to feel her.
Under the bubbly surface I found her fingers spread over her clit. I weaved my hand over hers, then I guided her fingertip to make small, slow circles around her clit. She inhaled sharply and sucked in her lip, leaning towards me.
I kissed her again and then she pulled her hands away, letting me take over. I slipped my hand lower, plunging two fingers into her hole while I tasted the gasp escaping her lips. Then her hands popped through the bubbles and wrapped around my waist, then moved towards the fly of my pants.
I kept pressing my fingers into her underwater while she tore open my pants and released my screaming cock through the opening of my briefs. Her fingers wrapped around the base of my shaft, and just feeling her hands on me made me want to explode. The way her eyes widened as she took in my size made me need her even more.
I pulled my hand out of the tub and she propped herself up on her knees. My hands found her perfect tits as they emerged from the bubbles, and my fingers slipped in the suds as I slid my fingers over her nipples, making the same little circles that I made over her clit.
She moaned again, then she lowered herself towards my pulsing cock. I braced myself for the sensation of her hot little mouth taking me in, and I gripped the edge of the tub, willing myself not to come.
I felt her tongue first, lapping up the underside of my head. I felt a jolt of pleasure shake through my spine and I gripped the tub a little harder as she spread her lips open, tasting all of me as she slides my thick cock into her mouth.
She went tantalizing slow, and I felt my body melt inside of her with every inch she took. I knew I would come if she didn’t stop, so I slid back out. Her eyes flicked up, disappointed.
“I’m not good?”
“You’re too good,” I assured her. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”
She smiled.
“Come on,” I said, bending into the tub and pulling her from the water. I tossed her over my shoulder and she squealed with shock. All of her bubbles and wetness soaked through my shirt, forever staining me with traces of Daisy. I wore her proudly, and carried her through the bathroom door, then hurled her onto the bed.
She squealed again, then watched with wide eyes as I stripped off my pants and shirt. I needed to be inside of her, but I also needed her to come first.
“Touch yourself,” I said, watching her wet body squirm on the bed.
“No way,” she said. “It’s not the same as when you do it.”
“Don’t make me tell you twice,” I warned, giving my cock a quick stroke to ease the pure fire that’s pumping through my skin.
She slipped a delicate finger between her legs.
“Spread your legs,” I said. She obeyed, but not enough. “More,” I said.
She spread her legs further apart, and I watched as her fingers clumsily try to replicate the way I played with her clit. The way I tugged on her lips, the way I pinched and pulled and rubbed all the right places. She got it all wrong, and she glanced up at me hopelessly.
“Pretend your fingers are my mouth.”
I bent down on the bed and she watched intently as I planted my tongue on the inside of her knee, licking up the inside of her thigh. She swallowed heavily, then her fingers start moving between her legs again. This time she bit her lip with concentration and her fingers moved to a different rhythm, finding a new pattern. A new design to trace over and over.
She moaned softly, feeling pleasure from the things she was doing to herself. Then her fingers started to move faster and her face wrinkled up and her head tilted back. Her moans turned into shrieks as she made herself come with her fingers.
When the orgasm faded, it was time to reward her. I nudged her hand aside and took over with my mouth. She melted into me as my tongue glided over her skin, tasting the sweetness of her orgasm.
I loved tasting her, but I wanted to be inside of her even more. I grabbed onto her thighs, yanking them up around my waist so her pussy was in the air. Then I guided myself into her eager little hole and thrust.
The blush of the last orgasm was still tinting her cheeks, but she was already moaning as I pumped inside of her.
The last coherent thought I had before my brain exploded with ecstasy was how I was not sure how I ever thought that this could be meaningless. Being with Daisy wasn’t just sex. It was much more than that. It was intimate, it was affectionate, it was personal, it was deep, it was… love.
We collapsed into a heap on the bed, our bodies dripping wet with bathwater and bubbles and sex. And somehow our lips found their way into a kiss, and she only pulled away to whisper.
“I love you.”
EPILOGUE | ONE YEAR LATER
DAISY
“Oh fuck,” I moaned before I could stop myself. I planted a hand on the grass cloth bathroom wall, steadying myself as Caleb thrusted into me from behind. I felt his heavy hand clamp over my mouth, silencing me as I climaxed, and I know it’s for the best; we shouldn’t be doing this here, we shouldn’t be doing this now. But even after a year together, we still have an insatiable need for each other.
Caleb grunted into my neck and we came together. His hand slid away from my mouth, gliding over my chest and squeezing through the thin fabric of my cocktail dress.
I braced myself against the bathroom wall for several seconds, panting for breath as my body recovered. Caleb’s chest pressed against me, and my heart swelled in my chest.
“You’re incredible,” he whispered into my neck, his hot breath tickling my skin.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I said. I pulled my panties up and roll my skin-tight dress back down over my hips, then I turned to inspect Caleb as he readjusts his suit.
“Looking good,” I said, then add with a wink, “No one will guess you just had a quickie in the bathroom with your charity director.”
“That’s too bad,” Caleb lamented. “If they did, maybe they’d stop flirting with the boss’s girl.”
“Jealous, Mr. Preston?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Protective,” he corrected me. “I like guarding what’s mine.”
I smiled, letting him drop a kiss on my cheek before I twist the lock on the bathroom door.
I adjusted my skirt one last time, then I slipped through the door. Luckily the marble corridor of the Preston Hotel is empty, and nobody was there to witness my post-quickie exit stroll.
Caleb followed a few seconds later, and he catches up with me as I walked towards the ballroom of the Preston Hotel.
Tonight was a big night for both of us, and for multiple reasons.
For a start, today marks the one-year anniversary of the day I handed in my official letter of resignation at Bellamy Day School. The decision to leave Bellamy was bittersweet, but Caleb made it a bit easier to rip off the band aid when he offered me the position of Director of Operations at the Preston Foundation, the hotel’s own in-house non-profit organization. I had spent so much time telling Caleb how much I wanted to make a difference, and after a lot of listening (and giving it some careful consideration) he decided to give me the opportunity to change the world. One baby-step at a time.
In the year that followed, I poured my heart and soul into the position. With the help of Preston Foundation’s staff (and the funding of a billion-dollar company to back me up), I forged ahead with plans for a new charity. The idea was simple: I wanted to create a safe space for kids to go. Any kids, rich, poor, and everything in between. I wanted everyone to feel welcome. I wanted every kid to feel like they had a home away from home, and somewhere they could turn when they needed help or security. Or just a PB&J at the end of a hard day.
We went back and forth about how to make this possible, and we kept hitting a snag on one logistical nightmare, where could we create these spaces? We had considered everything from leasing a vacant commercial property to setting up shop in an unused school classroom. When Emmy heard us weighing pros and cons of our location options, she chimed in with a question of her own, why would we need to rent a space, when we already had so much of it?
We had the answer to our problems right under our noses the whole time, the Preston Hotel! The hotel had an abundance of free space, and after making a few calls, Caleb confirmed that a conference room and kitchen had been cordoned off for us to use. We got a design team in to redesign the space and make it more kid-friendly.
To honor the inspiration behind this initiative, we decided to name the charity Emmy’s Place. And tonight, we were celebrating the launch of our very first Emmy’s Place location, right here in Manhattan’s Preston Hotel.
This was just the beginning. Next month we’ll cut the ribbon on ten more Emmy’s Place locations in other Preston Hotels, and there are already talks to continue spreading throughout the nation, and eventually, beyond that.
Emmy has played a huge role in the charity, but she hasn’t let it all go to her head, in fact, she’s managed to stay pretty humble. She will be graduating from kindergarten next week, and then she’ll be moving on to grade school. She couldn’t be more different from the shy little girl I first met at Bellamy Day, and I feel proud to be a part of her childhood.
Caleb gets some of the credit, too. He stepped up to the plate and readily accepted the responsibility of caring for Emmy, and he never looked back. Emmy’s mom, Calista, got herself back into a rehab program a few months ago, and she’s due to graduate to a sober living community soon. She hopes to be involved in Emmy’s life someday, but for the time being she thinks it’s best that Caleb and I continue to give Emmy a stable and loving home.
The three of us may have come together in an unconventional way, but we’re a family.
And after tonight, the whole world will know it.
Caleb and I have kept our relationship under wraps for an entire year. This was largely due to office politics, we didn’t want to raise any red flags until Emmy’s Place was up and off the ground. It was also an attempt to spare Emmy and I both some of the tabloid scrutiny. Caleb has kept a low profile for the last year, and we’re hoping that when we go public with our relationship tonight, the same night that we celebrate the opening of Emmy’s Place, we’ll barely make a blip on the radar.
Now, as we make our way towards the gala, I felt Caleb’s hand wrap around mine and give a supportive squeeze.
“Before we go in there,” he whispered, “There’s something I want to ask you.”
I stopped walking and turned to face him. We’re just a few paces away from the party, and I could hear the pulse of music and chatter of the crowd on the other side of the wall.
“I know this is a big night for you,” Caleb said. “And I wanted to know… are you sure you want me to introduce you as my girlfriend tonight?”
“What?” I frowned. “Of course I do, Caleb! I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. Why would you even ask me that?”
“Well,” Caleb said slowly, “I thought I might introduce you as something else…”
“What?”
He didn’t answer. Instead, he dropped to one knee and immediately I understood what was happening. My hands rushed to my mouth and I felt my stomach do cartwheels.
“Daisy Wright,” he said, pulling a little black velvet box from his jacket pocket. “Can I please introduce you as my fiancée?”
The box popped open and I see a giant diamond sparkling inside.
“Yes!” I squealed. He slid the ring onto my finger, and I threw my arms around his neck, and as much as I’d like to sneak back to the bathroom for round two, I know we have a gala to host first.
Our first gala as the future Mr. and Mrs. Preston.
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Brady
I glued the phone to my ear and didn’t even try to keep my voice calm. “That’s not the deal we had, and you’re not changing it now unless you want to wind up in court.”
Roger’s voice crackled through the airwaves. “Come on, man. We’ve done enough of these deals together to know the drill. He got cold feet. Anybody can understand that on a deal this size.”
“He got cold feet, but he’s also got an iron-clad contract,” I shot back. “If you think I’m gonna let a multi-billion-dollar deal fall through ‘cuz he couldn’t stand the heat, you don’t know me very well.”
“I know you, man,” he replied. “I know you. I’m just saying....”
“Well, don’t say,” I shot back. “If you know me, you should have told your client I don’t play that way. Now do you want to tell me the deal’s back on at full price, or do you want to tell him he’ll be hearing from my legal team?”
Roger tried to play hardball, just the way he always does when his back was against the wall. These candy-ass chumps couldn’t swim with the sharks. “Just keep your shorts on, Brady. You don’t have to get nasty.”
“Signing a huge industrial real estate contract and then backing out on the price at the last minute? Now that’s what I call nasty. Do you think I got where I am by playing tea party with the little girls? I’m hanging up now,
Roger. I’m hanging up until I see the bank transfer notification pop up on my phone. Until that happens, I don’t even want to hear your client’s name. Have a nice lunch break now. See ya later.”
“Just hold on, man.” His voice rose to a strident pitch. What a pussy. “He can’t pay, man. That’s the whole truth. Okay? He can’t pay. He thought he could get financing, but it fell through at the last second.”
“Well, what does that have to do with me? What was he doing signing a contract like that if his financing wasn’t secure? What do you think a judge is going to say?”
Roger’s voice quivered. He hung by a thread, and I enjoyed making him dance. “He’ll have to declare bankruptcy, man. You couldn’t do that to somebody, could you?”
“I most certainly could, and I most certainly would. Do you see anybody crying over my finances? Do you see my fucking real estate agent calling anybody up at ten o’clock in the morning, whining about how I can’t pay? Of course not. I couldn’t show my face on the street if I did that. You should be ashamed of yourself, and your client shouldn’t be paddling in the big pool without his water wings on.”
Roger had to chuckle. “Come on, man. Have a heart.”
“Good-bye, Roger. Have a nice call with your client.”
I hit the hang-up button before he could reply. I set the phone on my desk where I could reach it in an instant. I flipped through my schedule while I waited for the call-back. These inexperienced patsies get into the cutthroat world of industrial, commercial real estate. They see a big fat price tag and their eyes pop out of their heads. Then when the hammer comes down, they want to wring their hands and cry me a river.
My office phone rang again. I let it ring for a minute before I answered. A moment later, I picked up.
It was Roger’s secretary. “Good morning, Mr. Townsend. I’d like to send you over the bank transfer details we made this morning.”
Of course. “Sure thing, Sarah. Send them right over.”
“You should be receiving a call from Roger in about ten minutes to confirm.”
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