Her body bucks off the bench and I steady her with my chest by pressing against her back. The added pressure of my weight and the massager on her pussy makes her scream, “Fuuuuuck … mmmmm… I’m coming again!”
Steadying her, but not letting her come down from her orgasmic high, I swiftly untie her wrists and scoop her up, placing her in the middle of the bed, leaving her feet dangling off the side. Attaching the spreader bar to her ankles, I extend it to a length that opens her legs wide. Using the bar as leverage, it allows me to push her higher up on the bed, towards the headboard.
Taking advantage that Chloe is wrung out and exhausted from her multiple orgasms, I place my hands on the bar on either side of her ankles and flip her over on her stomach. Hearing her squeal of nervousness, turn into a moan of desire, are a total turn on. I have complete control with the bar attached to her ankles, so much so that it is like commanding a puppet. Pulling the spreader bar towards me, it pulls Chloe in the direction that I need her. Her perfect ass glistening up at me. I reach between her legs and push her soaked panties aside. Diving my face into the folds of her pussy, I feast on her with nips, bites, and licks to her bundle of nerves.
We haven’t spoken actual words, since we began our sensual play. The sounds vibrating around the room rival that of a raunchy porn flick.
My hands are on either side of her ass that is so deliciously displayed before me, holding her open for me to take what I want and what she needs.
“Aidan, please… I… need you.”
Without wasting any more time, I lower my dress pants, freeing my aching, angry cock from the confines that have kept me from losing myself, and thrust into her from behind. We both still and let the sensations wash over us. I haven’t moved yet, but we are both a hair trigger away from getting to our blissful destination.
Chloe starts to move her hips, rocking forward and back to ease the ache. I slap her ass as a warning that I’m still in control. “Patience baby. I’ll get you there.”
I speed up the force of my thrusts as I grab her hips for leverage. The slapping sounds of our bodies are our undoing and we come together with grunts and groans of maddening gratification.
Chloe, from her downward position, is mumbling something incoherently into the bed. I slap her ass cheek one more time, just because, and I pull back to regain the feeling in my legs.
I unlock the restraints of the spreader bar and scoop Chloe up once again, cradling her like a baby. She is boneless, with her eyes closed, but with a faint smile of satisfaction on her face, as I carry her to a nearby chair and sit us both down.
I kiss her long and reverently on the forehead. Her ocean blue eyes blink open, peering at me as if seeing me for the first time, only now she has a sheen to her eyes. “Aidan, I love how you love me. Unconditionally, and without any reminders of who I was. You’ve shown me that love still exists and that a man can be both gentle and strong, taking less and giving back so much more. You’ve shown me more love and kindness in the last few months than anyone has my entire life. For that… I thank you…”
Seeing her tear up as she spoke from the heart, made me realize just how beaten down she’s been all her life and what kind of relationship she endured because she thought it was normal and what she deserved.
“Baby girl, you don’t ever have to thank me. Seeing how you react to me, seeing the pleasure on your face when you come apart, the fire in your eyes when you’re determined to win a case, the spirit that keeps you driven and that lights up a room…. ALL of that is the gratitude I need.”
I can still tell that there is something bothering her. She gets even more retrospect, when she is reminded of something or someone from her past. My job will be to distract her as much as possible.
Chapter 8
Chloe
Every time Aidan and I are intimate, he has a way of centering me. My thoughts cease to exist, and I can just… feel. Each time is like a therapy session or a cleansing of sorts that leaves me feeling lighter and more focused. He does that for me and he doesn’t even realize the effect it has on me, for days after.
I push on to get through my days at the office, fondly remembering our time last week at the club, after our engagement party. I have a heavy client load that seems to be growing by the day. Seems as though being tied romantically to one of New York’s most sought-after architects and urban developers, and let’s not forget a former most eligible bachelor, has helped my popularity grow as well. Although, I would like to think that my track record and my own reputation are just as well known.
I notice that my calendar has a new client consultation for later in the afternoon, and the name is vaguely familiar. I busy myself with recording my notes and billable hours for the firm for the rest of the morning, but as I wrap it all up, my curiosity has got the better of me.
I quickly pull up my browser to input the name of the website that I use for research. “Karen Williams. Why do I know that name?” Luckily no one is around to hear me talking to myself. “It’s a pretty common name.” My research browser turned up too many results for me to go over without painful detail, so I decided to just wait until I meet her later.
A knock at the door brings me back to focus as I see my assistant, Lisa pops her head in. “Hey, I was just checking to see if you were busy.” Her eyes were big, and she was blushing like crazy.
“Um, no I’m not busy right now. Why? What has you looking like that?” The mystery was quickly solved when Aidan steps into view behind her. He takes my breath away.
Every.
Single.
Time.
He gives me a sexy smirk and clears his throat before he speaks, but he still has that raspy sounding, I-just-woke-up kind of voice that makes my panties melt. “I’m sorry that I didn’t call first. I was hoping to just drop by and bring your lunch, since I know you probably didn’t stop to eat yet.”
I am rendered speechless at the sight of him in his business casual, button-down shirt – sans a tie – and stylish yet form-fitting dress pants. His shirt sleeves are rolled up to his elbows and looks very much like a trendy New Yorker.
We are just staring at each other. And if you didn’t know that we lived together and see each other every morning and night, you would think we have been apart for a long while.
Aidan with his panty melting voice and smirk to make any woman’s knees weak. And me, with a blush so red, I could guide a plane in the dark.
I didn’t realize that my assistant Lisa was still at the door, watching us, until she cleared her throat. “Ok! Well… I will just leave you two alone.”
I look around Aidan’s hulking body to see Lisa slipping out of the room and closing the door, but not before mouthing the words “Oh My God!” to me and fanning her face. That didn’t make me jealous at all. I smiled, knowing that his fine ass is all mine.
“You know, you should really call before you come down here. Not because I might be busy, but so that I can warn the staff that there’s going to be a hottie on the floor!”
He strides ever so casually over to a small conference table that I have in my office and sets down the food he brought me, from my favorite Thai restaurant. There’s a spark of amusement on his handsome face as he says, “that’s my superpower you know. Rendering beautiful women speechless.”
I smile so brightly at his cheeky comment and shake my head at him in amazement and then realize that I am in fact… speechless. Pointing at me with a smile that mirrors mine. “See, told you. Beautiful woman. Speechless!”
“Well, don’t go abusing this superpower of yours. I’d like to keep all of that sexiness to myself.”
“Chloe, you will always be my Lois Lane.” That comment made me us both laugh so hard that we were crying. He really does know how to be charming and an all-around goofball when he wants to. I’m just glad that I’m the one that gets to see this side of him.
When we are done with lunch, we sit back and revel in the silence of the moment. “Chloe, how are you feeling?”<
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That is an odd question for him to ask me considering I haven’t been sick.
“Um… I’m fine. Why do you ask?”
“It’s just… ever since my parents hosted our engagement party, it’s like something has been weighing heavily on you. You sigh more and get that far away look in your eyes, like you’re zoned out in deep thought.”
“I’m fine… really Aidan. It’s just been a crazy few months and it has taken me longer than I anticipated to process the changes.”
“You’re sure that’s all it is? If the stress of trying to plan a wedding is too much, we can hire a wedding planner…. or we can just elope! It doesn’t matter to me as long as you are happy… and we finally get married, of course.”
I really wanted to tell him. I really did. But I’m not sure how to bring up the subject. I mean, how does one tell the man you love and the one who is going to be your husband, that not only were you a stripper, but you were sort of an escort too. I never actually had sex with those men, but still. And to add salt to the wound, this other man is his father’s business partner! Albeit, I didn’t know Aidan during the time that I worked at the strip club and would have no way of knowing that the man that used to pay me to fulfill his daddy-daughter fantasy was a close family friend. Yeah, how do you start that conversation?
Aidan looked worried and so irresistibly cute with his manly, furrowed brow. I got up from my side of the table and sat down, hiking up my skirt so that I could straddle his lap. I placed a soft kiss between his eyes, smoothing out the lines from his forehead. “There. Is that better?”
“Ummm… no. I think I need more convincing.” He points to the frown lines on either side of his mouth. “I need one here, and here.” I happily oblige and then some. His mouth opens to mine as we dance that all too familiar dance, the push, and pull of an all-consuming kiss. The undulation of my hips on his engorged cock as he growls with pleasure. The grip of his hands on my hips, that will leave a slight bruise, from him staking his claim.
I slowly pull back and rest my forehead on his as his eyes peer into mine and fluttering as they come back into focus. “Hmm, wow.” He clears his throat and the silky rasp of his voice has me melting into him. “You sure know how to distract a guy. I completely forgot what we were talking about.”
I give him a sultry smile and kiss on the nose. “That’s the point. I too have my own superpowers!”
“The power to make me forget my thoughts?” He muses. “That is a very dangerous power. One that should be wielded with caution. I pride myself on being very sharp-witted, with the ability to recall statistics and data to rival a savant. You, my dear, are a very naughty girl!”
“Well, you see, my dear, ‘Superman’ – he had kryptonite as his weakness. I… am yours.”
“Baby, you have no idea.” And with that, he pulled me back into his embrace for another mind-blowing, all-consuming, thought-erasing kiss. But before we could get completely lost and naked, I knew I had a client due any minute.
Pulling back once again, I said, “As much as I would love to see where this goes, I have a new client coming in, and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”
Aidan groans at me in displeasure and throws his head back to dramatically hit the back of his chair with a thud and drawing out his next word. “Fiiiinnnne. I will get out of your hair and let you get back to work. But, we will finish this later.”
“I’m counting on it!” I give him one more lingering, soft kiss on his perfectly bowed lips and stand to straighten my clothes.
Without a moment to spare, the intercom on my phone buzzes from the reception area. “Chloe, um… I’m sorry to bother you… but your client is here.”
“Ok, thank you, Lisa. I will be right out.” Poor girl. What she must think we did in here. Well, what we almost did.
“Yeah, ok, so that is my cue to leave. I don’t have anything this afternoon, so I’ll be home by six. You wanna go to dinner somewhere? We still haven’t tried that new sushi place on forty-seventh street. Maybe we can catch a movie after.”
He is pulling out all the stops now. Sushi is my favorite and one of our first official dates, we went to the movies. “What’s your end game, Montgomery? You know I’m a sure thing, right?”
His head falls back in a heady, deep laugh. “I’m just trying to keep you happy, my love. Is that okay?”
“It is more than okay, and I will see you later. Now get!” My smile is so wide that my face hurts.
Aidan pulls the door open and runs smack into my client. We all three stood there not sure what to say and Aidan has a perplexed look on his face.
“Karen? Karen Williams? I’m surprised to see you here. Are you Chloe’s new client?”
Why does Aidan know my potential new client and why am I still standing here without introducing myself?
Quickly recovering from my lack of manners, I extend my hand to the Meryl Streep – in The Devil Wears Prada – lookalike. “Hello. I’m Chloe Weston.”
The matronly - but elegantly dressed and clearly sophisticated in every sense of the word - woman standing in front of me, looks me dead in the eye and says, “Well, of course, I know who you are dear. I’m the one that made the appointment to see you.” Yes of course she did. My brain is still foggy from the moment that Aidan and I just shared.
Shit! Aidan. He is still standing here waiting for a break in the conversation to speak and now… looks like that time.
“Karen. I’m surprised to see you here. You know if you need an attorney, the firm has plenty of them on retainer for whatever you may need. Are you starting up another non-profit? I’m sure that Lance or Brad could help with that.
“No, dear. I’m not looking to start another non-profit. But what I want to do, is speak to Ms. Weston in private. I’m sure you can respect that, right Aidan? And I trust that you will keep this meeting between the three of us?”
I quickly interject even though Aidan is already nodding in agreement. “Of course. Anything you say will be held in the strictest of confidence. And that goes for Aidan as well.”
I turn to Aidan and lower my voice. “I’ll see you at home, okay?”
“Yes. Right. Of course.” My sweet Aidan looks like he just got scolded from his teacher, and in some respect, I feel the same.
Aidan walks off towards the elevators with every woman in my office craning their necks to get a peek. I smile to myself and turn my attention back to my client.
Ushering Mrs. Williams further into my office, I close the door and point to the couch that is nestled near the windows of my office. “Please have a seat. Can I get you a drink? Water? Coffee?”
The smile barely breaks the cool façade on her face. “No, thank you, dear. I just came from a luncheon at the country club. I’m good.”
“So, Mrs. Williams. How do you know Aidan?”
“I’m John Williams’ wife, of course… well soon to be ex-wife, if you can help me with that. I know that the son-of-a-bitch has been cheating on me for years, but I don’t really have proof. When I heard that you and Aidan were engaged, I researched you and your reputation. Something just called me to you. Call it woman’s intuition or the psychic musings of an old woman… but I knew that the time was right for me to make my move. And I know you are the young lady to help me.”
Woman’s intuition, my ass. It’s fucking Karma! Why, Universe? Why?
“You see, dear, I come from old money, very old money. And as any smart woman in my position would do, I insisted on a prenuptial agreement. Of course, I was the one that gave the startup funds to John as his half to buy into the business with Aidan’s father. So, you see, I want to divorce that the bastard, on the grounds of infidelity.”
I feel the intense glare of this beautifully preserved, refined woman as I distractedly take notes on my laptop. She continues to speak in a tone to rival that of a nun in an all-girls Catholic school, as she continues her well-crafted speech.
“And when I say that I researched you and your reputation,
I also know about your past and where you used to work. It’s the same club that I know John used to frequent when he made many trips to Atlanta. Do you understand my predicament and how it is that you can help me?”
My eyes snapped to hers. I thought I’d see a cold, harsh, evil look on her face. But instead, I saw a woman, many, many years older than I, with a kindred spirit, reaching out for help. My help. And isn’t that what my life had been about these last few years. Helping women to free themselves of a “predicament” as she called it.
I cleared my throat and looked at her honest eyes. She wasn’t judging me with the knowledge of my past. Her features have appeared softer and it endeared her to me, that much more. I could see the tales of years in her eyes, and she was honestly seeking my approval.
“Why now? Why get divorced after all these years, knowing of his infidelity?” It was an honest question that needed to be answered.
She schooled her features back into the cool, demure woman that she is portraying for me today. “Well, you see, dear… I’m not in the best of health these days, and I’ll be damned if I depart this earth and let all of my family’s fortune go to that… that… that abhorrent man!”
“Mrs. Williams. You do know then that it wasn’t me that your husband cheated with all those years ago.”
Karen looked at me with imploring eyes. “Of course, I know it wasn’t you, but you do know who it might be, right?”
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