by Amy Brent
“Why don’t you try them on?”
“Eh… that seems like a lot of work. I have to take off my current pants, put those on and then take them off and put my original ones back on.”
He fixed me with such a charming look that my legs almost went out from under me. “Would you try them on? For me?”
I licked my lips, trying to think if I could refuse him, but I decided it would be less work and stress to just try on the thing. “Sure.”
He handed them to me and wrapped one of his arms around my waist, guiding me towards some other area which I guessed was where the dressing room was. We walked together, stride in stride despite the difference in our leg lengths, until we were in the fanciest dressing room that I had ever seen.
It was basically the size of a small bedroom with one of those trifold-mirrors and a little stage. There was the type of lighting that made you feel good in anything rather than making you feel like a washed out, beached whale.
There were two, thick and comfy chairs, complete with plenty of pillows, a small corner table with a bucket of ice and sparkling water in it, really anything you could ask for.
“Here you are,” James said, handing me the leggings and closing the door behind him. I knew once I put those leggings on I would absolutely love them, but for some reason -even after everything he had already done for me- I still felt guilty for him spending money on something just for me and not our child.
But I didn’t see a way out of it, I struggled out of my pants and into the leggings. They were just as creamy and buttery as I had thought they would be, and I instantly felt like doing a cartwheel. Not that I ever could do a cartwheel, but that was beside the point.
“What do you think?” James asked from the other side of the door.
“They’re pretty nice,” I answered, crossing over and opening it for him. “Tadaa.”
“I like it,” he said, nodding appreciatively. “It looks comfortable.”
“Just comfortable?” I countered, giving him a mock-offended look. “They’re supposed to look effortless and sexy.”
He took a smooth step forward so that his chest was practically touching me. “I thought that went without saying.”
I figured I had two ways I could play this. I could step away and brush it off with a blush and a laugh then we would go about our day… or I could bounce that ball right back into his court.
I closed the distance between us, pressing my breasts against him -which was impressive considering my belly. “Well, maybe a girl wants to hear it once in a while.”
“In that case, you look like some sort of sexy, but slightly brash secret agent who puts a little too much care into their appearance for someone being incognito. You look like the kind of woman that would seduce me, just to find out my greatest weakness.”
“Oh, do I?” I went onto my tiptoes and pressed my lips against his, deciding to forget all about keeping our distance and indulge in all the desires pooling in my belly.
It was like a switch flipped inside of James and suddenly his mouth was devouring mine, heat rushing through my body. Our hands were all over each other, and the now familiar rise of lust between us was overflowing.
I pressed myself entirely into him, hoping he would pick me up or bend me over or any other number of positions, but instead he gently pushed me away. I looked up at him, concerned and confused, but he pointed to the chair behind me.
“Sit,” he ordered, firmly, but not rudely, and a thrill washed over me. But just when I was about to lower myself into the chair, he commanded, “Take the leggings off first.”
“Really?” I shot back. I didn’t know what it was about him being so masculine and in charge that made me want to saucily rebel, but it happened every time without fail. “You want me to take off my super sexy spy leggings that make me look like I want to seduce you for information?”
He took two single steps and then suddenly he was right in front of me, using that height and muscle to intimidate. “Yes.”
“Al…alright then.”
He gave me a bit of space and I went about doing what he asked, keeping my eyes on him the entire time. I tried to make a show of it, or as much of a show someone in my condition could make, slowly sliding it down my long legs and letting it pool on the floor. I went to hook my thumbs into my panties and pull them down too, but he stopped me.
“Leave them on.” I raised my eyebrow, surprised by his order, but he paid me no mind. “Sit down.”
I did, and he walked a few more steps back, looking me over like I was a good meal, and boy was I ready to be eaten.
“Spread your legs.”
I stared at him a moment, surprised by the direct order, but complied after a beat. I felt a bit exposed, vulnerable, but at the same time another thrill went through me.
“Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
“Wait, what?” A stupid response, I knew, but there was something so matter of fact about his order that it had shocked me clear out of left field. But then again, what had I been expecting? I felt the raw, animal attraction between the two of us ramp up the moment I kissed. How could I be surprised that the dominant man in front of me was indeed taking control?
So, I did as he said. My hand snaked around my stomach, fingers dancing just outside the light cotton of my underwear. I had never been so relieved that I hadn’t worn my torn up or worn out house panties, and I couldn’t help but wonder if I had chosen these subconsciously.
But that thought quickly died as my fingers slide further, causing a tickle of pleasure and excitement to lance up inside of me. I had never had sex somewhere so public, and even if we were in a separate room, the thought that a sales clerk could knock at any moment was making each and every move that much more impactful.
James neared me as I got more into it, his eyes locked on my center. My fingers were picking up in speed as the fabric covering me grew more and more slick, my body heating to the point where it felt like I might be on fire.
“James…” I whispered, using my second hand to caress my breasts, imagining it was one of his large, rough palms.
“That’s it,” he breathed, his eyes boring into me.
My fingers didn’t even have time to grow tired before I felt myself approaching the edge. I felt my cheeks flush, my heartbeat quicken, and my abdomen start to flutter. My fingers slipped lower, wanting to plunge within me rather than just focus on the hot button of pleasure at my apex, but then James was striding forward again and firmly gripping my arm.
“Get up,” he said simply.
I did, using his arm to help me, and then he was turning me around. I looked over my shoulder and the look he gave me was pure sex, making my legs shake even more.
With one firm hand on the middle of my make, he bent me forward until my hands were gripping the cushion of the soft chair and my knees were pressed against it. Then, I felt him crouch behind me, and my underwear was being slid down my legs.
I stepped out of it once he was down to my feet and I didn’t think that I had ever been so tightly wound before. I needed him inside of me as much as I needed air, and I worried that if I didn’t get it soon, that I might combust.
Finally, he stood, and I heard his pants unzipping. I got out a single gasp before I felt him pressing against my center and then sliding forward.
God! He was so big. I didn’t know how I forgot every time, but somehow, I managed. He stood there a moment, letting me adjust, then slowly pumped in and out of me.
Another sharp gasp escaped my mouth, so his hand came around to press over my mouth. It didn’t obstruct my ability to breathe, but it did help keep me quiet. The last thing we wanted was for someone to get wise to our little improvised mambo.
He picked up speed as we went along, drenching my brain and my entire being in absolute euphoria. I was already so close to the edge when we had started that it didn’t take me long to feel my end coming.
“Oh James, I’m close!” I managed to rasp, my breath a high-pitched
whine.
“Don’t come yet,” he ordered, reaching down to grip my arms and pull them behind me so that he was supporting all of my upper body.
Of course, that made the angle chance and I felt like I had been shot with lightning. My spine arched, making me nearly form a U, and it took all of me to bare down and not lose myself.
It seemed like an eternity but was likely only a couple of minutes before I felt James throb within me, and I knew he too was about to reach completion.
“Now,” he ordered, giving me permission to lose myself to the white-hot pleasure at my feet.
And lose it I did. I let myself fall into paradise, and soon my whole body was enveloped by the indescribable pleasure that shook me from head to toe.
As if that weren’t enough, James found his own end too, and I felt him emptying into me, completing the moment. It was hot, and raw, and everything I had been craving for weeks.
Once the rush faded, we both sank onto the seat, breathing hard. I looked into him, and I had to fight the feeling that we were connected as more than just friends with benefits.
A good amount of time passed before he sighed contentedly and let his head fall back.
“I suppose you should get dressed so we can actually buy those shoes.”
“I suppose so,” I answered, sliding out of his lap. I wobbled a bit, but he caught me, making sure that I was steady before standing up to clean up the bit of a mess we made. I couldn’t help but wonder how many couples had been there before us, doing the same reckless thing and never leaving the place exactly how it had been before.
But one thing was for certain, new shoes or not, I was certainly going to be walking a little funny the rest of the day.
***
I thought I had known exhaustion before. I thought I knew what it was like to have my feet hurt from a long day, and my back yell at me to sit down for a moment, but as I stood in my brand-new apartment, looking over the Mississippi river, I was more bone tired than I had been in ages.
But it was done. I had everything a girl could dream of. A full kitchen. A bedroom set with all matching furniture. A sofa, a love seat and a recliner. Even a dining room set! My life was more furnished than it had ever been, and I felt like I was still catching up to it.
Actually, I was still catching up to everything. James had been a dream the entire shopping spree, and when everything was all said and done, he had hired movers, so I didn’t have to lift a finger. He had hired movers and I was still exhausted. I couldn’t imagine how I would feel if I had to do any physical labor myself.
It was just approaching seven pm. We really had spent eight hours shopping and telling the movers where to put what, and now it was time for James to go.
The two of us stood there, facing each other, the workers long gone and the apartment now full of things.
“Well, I guess I better go now,” he said, filling up so much space in the room. Space that would be so empty without him. How could I miss a man I hardly knew? Was it the hormones? Had to be the hormones.
“There are flights going out this late?” I asked, trying not to sound too interested.
“I have a friend with a private jet who wanted to come see the new branch that I’m opening. We leave by eight, arrive by midnight, it’s pretty ideal.”
“Eight? It’s seven ten now. Shouldn’t you be on your way?”
“Yeah… I suppose I should.”
The moment hung heavy in the air between us, like both of us were locked in place by some type of impregnable sludge that wouldn’t let us move.
Ugh. Maybe impregnable was not an appropriate word to use in the situation.
“I guess… I’ll see you later?” I didn’t mean for it to come out as a question but that’s exactly what it was. I felt like I had been swept up in a whirlwind and deposited in the Land of Oz.
Did that make me Dorothy? Or Toto?
“Well, here’s my number,” he said, handing me his card. “Please call me if you need anything, or if there are any big updates.”
“Yeah… yeah of course I’ll do that.”
I took his card, holding it between my two hands like it was some sacred vessel. Why was I acting so strange? He was just a man and it was just a number.
“Well, I should be going.”
“Yeah…” I took a step towards him, my face tilting upward like it had the few times that we had kissed. My heart was thundering in my chest and my palms were clammy.
He took a half step forward to, his hand coming up like it was going to caress my face. I tilted my head, wanting to lean into it, wanting to feel his touch, but for some inexplicable reason, we stopped.
We stood there, frozen in time, and the second seemed to last forever. Neither of us moved, I couldn’t tell if either of us were breathing.
Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over.
“Please, take care of yourself.”
“I…I will.”
And then he turned around and walked out the door.
I stared after him, listening to his footsteps down the hall, but the door was so well made that once it closed, all sounds were muffled. I couldn’t even hear the elevator or know if he had taken the stairs.
I stood there, in a strange sort of bewilderment. I had everything I could ever want. I had a great apartment, insurance now. I wouldn’t have to worry about anything as long as I played it straight and kept my nose to the grind.
I sank to my knees, the hardwood floors stinging my knees, but the pain felt nice. It gave me something to be upset about. It gave me a reason to be on the edge of tears.
And so, I sat there, for goodness knows how long, wondering what the hell was wrong with me, well into the night. When I finally did have enough wherewithal to shower and put myself to bed, I found myself unable to sleep.
Whatever it was. I needed to get over it, and fast.
Chapter Twenty
~James~
My return flight had been… strange. The entire time I was flying through the air I wanted nothing more than to turn right around and go back to Nicole. Between planning for the baby, making sure she was settled and just enjoying her fine company, going back to the office seemed like pure torture.
But I had to, so I did. A person didn’t get to have a successful company at my age by faffing off and doing whatever they wanted. No, I had responsibilities back home and for the moment they trumped my responsibilities to Nicole.
Besides, I would get a chance to visit for the signing of divorce papers and everything else that we needed to work out. Admittedly, I’d been so shocked by the baby and the corresponding whirlwind that I had created, that I’d almost completely forgotten about all the ducks that needed to be in a row for the divorce. I needed to make sure I didn’t do that again.
Of course, I should have known that my lawyer and closest friends would never let me forget once I got back to work.
I managed to avoid them for the first couple of hours, catching up on emails and setting up meetings that I had postponed. But the good luck could only last so long, and it was still well before lunch when my secretary buzzed me on our intercom.
“Sir, your lawyer is on the phone.”
I just stared at the speaker, as if I could will it away in just a glare, but that only resulted in an unnatural silence that had my secretary asking if I could hear her.
“Put him through,” I said in what I hoped was a neutral tone.
“Yes sir, of course.”
There was another brief pause as she transferred him and then my desk phone was ringing. He’d probably been calling my cell all morning, but I conveniently had it on silent in my pocket and hadn’t checked it since I had arrived.
“So, custody agreement?” His tone was flat, perhaps what some people might even mistake as inviting, but I knew better. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, he was talking again. “And what’s this lease that’s been faxed to my office? Not to mention that the insurance packet we were sent from that de
partment for a non-employee receiving full coverage.”
I steeled myself, putting on my most profession, in charge voice. “I-”
“Look, I know I’m just your legal counsel and not your friend, but after working together for quite a while, please, please tell me that this isn’t all for the woman we have been searching for.”
I didn’t know when he learned that he could talk to me like that, but it was something that I would have to rectify quickly. “I can’t say that because then it would be a lie.”
I could hear him trying not to sputter in exasperation on his own end and failing miserably. “Not- I… Are you serious?”
“When am I not?”
I couldn’t blame him for his incredulousness, the situation was certainly anything but typical, but that didn’t mean I was going to let him talk to me disrespectfully. I was going to give him a minute to calm down before I put him back into the pocket he seemed to be acting out of.
“You… you do know that she is absolutely taking you for a ride, right?”
“I can see how you would assume that, but that is not the case here.”
“Not the case here?” He countered. “Not the case here!? She’s a no name woman from Vegas who just happened to get married from you when she was drunk and now, since I’m guessing she pregnant from the whole child custody thing, she’s having you support a baby that you don’t even know is yours!”