by JA Low
I remember waking up early this morning with a sore neck, then looked down and saw Emma curled up against me on the couch as the beginning of dawn started to shine through the windows. I looked down at her, thinking I was the luckiest guy in the world right at this moment, and that’s when I knew I had to get up and put some distance between us.
So, I went to the gym, then straight to the office.
Emma sent me a text once she was up asking where I was, and I replied at work, and all day I have found myself checking my phone to see if I’ve missed a message from her or a call, and bitter disappointment fills me each time when I see I haven’t received anything.
Trying to shake the wayward thoughts from my head, I attempt to concentrate on my work.
Nothing is working.
I’m not sure if I like this feeling.
It was our first weekend together, and we have a whole year of this to get through. Fuck, it’s going to be so hard not to fall for Emma.
I’ve stayed away from home for as long as I can without making Emma feel like I might be avoiding her. Especially since she messaged me hours ago asking if I was coming home or not. I’ve never had anyone ask me what I’m doing, never had to worry about my whereabouts before by answering to someone. I told her I was working late in the office, she sent me a workaholic meme back, which made me smile, which then made me think, why the fuck am I working late when I could be home with a beautiful woman, who could be sucking my cock.
Yeah, I quickly packed up my shit and headed home.
The steel doors open directly into the apartment. As I enter, Emma is dancing around in a sports bra and leggings listening to some music as she makes herself a drink. I watch as her hips sway to the Latino beats. I’m mesmerized for a couple of moments, then place my brown leather messenger bag on the side table before I take off my suit jacket and hang it on the coat rail. My eyes never leave the gorgeous sight in the kitchen.
Emma’s lost in the music, so she doesn’t hear me until she spins around. She freezes and then bursts out laughing. “Busted.” She grins as I slowly walk over to her. “It’s Monday, margarita night.” Holding up her glass in one hand, she shows me.
“I didn’t know,” I answer in a low, heated voice, a playful smirk is pressed across my face.
She nods her head enthusiastically as she takes her first sip. “Want one?” She shakes the glass in her hand.
“Sure.” Taking a seat at the kitchen bench, I watch as she works her magic making me a cocktail.
“How was your day?” she asks over the vibrations of the blender.
“Good. Busy. Same old…” Shrugging because nothing really happened that seemed exciting. “And you?”
Emma’s eyes light up at my question. “I got the paperwork for the office space. Thank you.” Nodding her head in my direction, she continues, “I collect the keys tomorrow. I’m so excited.” She does a little excited dance in the kitchen as she pours the icy concoction into a glass for me. “They said that someone will be there tomorrow to run through any changes I need to be made to the area like the walls and stuff.” Sliding the drink across to me, I take the frosty glass and clink it against hers, then take a sip.
I know all of this already because I was the one who set it up.
“Oh, I tried out the gym downstairs, too. It’s so good.” My forehead crinkles. There’s a gym in my building? Usually, I use the one at work. “Everyone is so nice.” She grins over her glass, and my eyes narrow as I take in her words.
“Everyone… as in who?”
“I met, um… Jamie from level forty-five. He’s some sports guy. Rafe from level twenty-nine. I think he said he works in finance. And Dax, who lives I think on level ten, who I actually know. He’s an old model buddy… what are the chances?”
Why do all these people’s names sound male?
“Were you wearing that?” My eyes dip to the thin blue and white sports bra, her tanned, toned midriff out on full display. The matching pattern on her leggings, which are like a second skin on those long legs of hers, look fucking delicious. Of course, they were nice to her. She’s incredible in that outfit.
“Yeah.” She frowns at me. “They are my workout clothes.”
“Did you happen to mention you were married?” I raise a brow at her.
“I was there to work out, not pick up.” She places the glass down on the counter with a thud. The smile falls from her face, her arms cross over her chest as those jade-green eyes flare with annoyance at me.
“They are men, they don’t care.” The argument is weak, and I know it, but I still say it.
“Anderson…” Her voice is tense as she says my name.
Oh shit! I’m in trouble now.
“You look hot. What do you want me to say?” Throwing up my hands. “If you walked into the gym, I know I wouldn’t be able to concentrate. I also would be making myself known to you without a shadow of a doubt.”
Emma’s face softens a little at my confession. She rounds the kitchen counter and stands in front of me. Reaching out, she wraps her arms around my neck, stepping between my legs.
“I told them I was married,” she whispers.
My heart thumps in my chest, my stomach sinking and sagging with relief.
“Not sure if they believed me or not, but I told them.”
Putting my glass down, I wrap my hands around her groping Emma’s pert ass, pulling her closer.
“What about you? Did you tell any hot women who flirted with you that you’re taken?” She poses the question right back at me.
I see how my question sounds now that I’m in the hot seat. Did I?
“Don’t strain yourself too much.” Emma laughs, looking down at my face. “I can see the cogs turning in that head of yours. I’m only joking,” she tries to reassure me.
“Guess I need to try harder.” I feel her heat against me.
“You don’t need to do anything you don’t want for me, Andy.” Those jade- green eyes look at me, and I can see the sincerity written across her face.
I need to do better for this woman. It’s one year out of my life. I’m still getting laid, still going about my busy schedule like I usually do. Emma’s allowing an open relationship—what more does a man need?
“How about I take you to bed and show you all the ways I want you,” I ask while nuzzling into her breasts.
“That sounds like a plan.” She grins.
26
Emma
One month down.
Wow! Who knew I could survive being married for this long.
Opening my bank account and seeing all those zeros is kind of insane too. Look, I did well out of my modeling, but I did party a fair chunk of the profits away, which upon looking back, was pretty stupid, but when you come from nothing and all of a sudden, you have everything you can ever dream about, you enjoy it.
Anderson is away this weekend in Europe on a business trip. He’s been out a couple of times since we have moved in together, which has been okay. We both kind of do our own thing. I even went to The Paradise Club by myself the other night when Anderson was away. I was curious, so Anderson told me to go because he was going to check out the LA one while he was there.
Not going to lie, I was nervous, not because I felt unsafe or anything but because I just didn’t know what to expect. It’s not like going out for drinks at a bar, finding a hot guy, and then taking him home. In my mind, I had built it up to something more.
In the end, it was just like going to the bar, having a drink, scoping the room, and finding a hot guy to have fun with, and boy did I have fun with not one, not two, but three hot men.
Holy hell, it was a dream come true.
I’ve never been so thoroughly devoured in my life. It was like an out-of-body experience as if I were watching my favorite porn, but instead, I was the porn star. I was hooked from that night, and have been back every night Anderson has been away. I think I might feel weird doing it when Anderson’s home, mostly because we hang out so
much when he’s here, and usually because I’m too busy riding his dick to worry about anyone else.
Tonight is the launch of the business in a fully-fledged amazing office environment. I’ve invited my clients, friends, designers, pretty much everyone in my little black book.
“This looks amazing.” Chloe arrives with Lenna after work. They both give me a huge congratulatory hug.
“Well done, Ems,” Lenna adds.
“Thanks, guys.” I cannot stop the smile that is permanently planted on my face while looking around at what I have achieved.
“The food is mouthwatering,” Ariana states as she arrives with Stella.
Thankfully, EJ agreed to cater the event for two reasons…
One—he is the hottest ticket in town.
Two—I bribed him with models, so he was happy to oblige.
“There are so many hot guys here.” Stella looks around the room, taking in the assortment of male models who are standing around. “Total eye candy.” She grins.
“Take your pick, Stella, and I’ll introduce you.” Wiggling my brows at her, we all know she has a massive crush on her boss, EJ. We also know that it’s never going to happen between them because EJ, as much as I love him, is a douche. Not in a wrong way, but in the I’m hot, rich, successful, chicks-throw-themselves-at-me like a douchebag way. He has a reputation. So, if I can distract Stella with a male model, then I will.
“What’s he doing here?” Ariana’s eyes widen in surprise as she looks over at the door. Turning to see who has her attention, I still.
Shit! This is the first time my friends are going to see me with my secret husband. My hands twitch beside me because they’re so used to just being able to reach out and touch him whenever I want in our little penthouse bubble, but now out in the real world, things are decidedly different.
Anderson looks handsome as ever in his suit. Tonight, he’s wearing a dark gray suit, black business shirt, sans tie. His blond hair is a little messy, he has a bit of scruff along his square jaw, and he looks delicious.
“He’s here because I invited him,” I answer Ariana’s question. “And because he owns the building.”
“Wait! What?” Chloe questions while frowning at me.
I have my girls’ full attention now when all I want to do is stride over there and kiss that sexy smirk off his Anderson’s face, especially when a couple of models have sauntered over to him. The man is a giant, he stands out, anyway, but add in the expensive suit, the gorgeous face, and, of course, he commands the room’s attention.
“You’ve been catching up with Anderson?” Lenna’s question pulls me from Anderson’s magnetic force.
“A couple of times. I…” Looking around at the expectant faces of my friends—my tribe, my girls—ones I never lie to, but now I’m weaving the biggest deception of them all. I feel like the biggest bitch in New York right now. “He’s helping me with my business. Assisting me to take it to the next level.”
It’s the truth. He has done exactly that. He’s helped me every step of the way since Vegas.
“He knows his stuff,” Lenna adds, accepting my response.
“I didn’t realize you still kept in touch.” Chloe’s eyes narrow at me.
“We had some fun in Vegas. We’ve run into each other around town a couple of times, we got to talking, and here we are.” Waving my hand around the room, Chloe’s forehead crinkles as she takes in my response.
“That’s really sweet,” Stella adds, then sips her champagne.
“So, he’s your landlord?” Ariana asks.
“Yep.”
“Awfully nice of your landlord to pop in tonight,” Ariana pushes.
Damn her! She’s always able to work out when I’m bullshitting.
“He’s a good guy,” Lenna adds, defending Anderson, which is nice of her. “He always checks in on people if he’s helped them.”
Thank you, Leelee. I could kiss her for adding that little tidbit of information in. Ariana eyes me suspiciously but drops it, thankfully. Someone pulls me away from the interrogation, and I am swallowed into the crowd.
The night’s been successful with most people leaving hours ago, but a few stragglers are still left. My feet hurt, my face is numb from smiling all night, I’m exhausted, but I feel accomplished.
“You look gorgeous tonight.” Anderson’s deep timbered voice comes from behind me, and it sends shivers all over my body. “We should go home and celebrate properly.” I feel his hand rest on my hip. Turning around, we are chest to chest, so I look up into his turquoise eyes, and I can see the hunger swirling around in them.
“I just have to tidy up, and then—”
Anderson shakes his head. “No. You’re the boss. You have people who can do that for you.” Moving his head to the side, I look over his shoulder and see my staff beginning to clean and put things away.
“I can’t just leave them to do it all.”
Anderson’s eyes narrow before a grin forms on his face. “Well, it’s lucky then that I organized a clean-up crew to arrive in ten minutes.” My mouth falls open in surprise. “It’s the building’s cleaning crew.” Anderson shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him to me. It’s the first PDA we have had since being married. Pushing up onto my tiptoes, I place a gentle kiss against his luscious lips. His arms move around me, holding me tightly against his gorgeous body.
“Thank you.” The words don’t feel like they are enough. “I don’t know how I can ever repay you.”
A deep chuckle falls from his lips. “Oh, I know plenty of ways you can thank me, and it starts with my cock in your mouth.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “I think that’s fair.” Giving him a wink, that’s all the answer he needs before he turns on his heel, grabbing my hand, and he starts pulling.
“Boss lady is out,” he yells to my team, who stop what they’re doing and look around at him.
I give them all a wave as the giant pulls me from the room.
27
Anderson
As soon as the doors shut to the elevator, my lips are on hers. I’m pushing her up against the mirrored wall. My knee is pressed between her legs, her arms are wrapped around me as we frantically devour each other.
Thankfully, it doesn’t take us long to reach the penthouse, the doors open, and we tumble out into the foyer. Picking her up, I press Emma up against the wall, pushing my hardening length between her thighs.
She’s wearing a black dress with two side splits that reach her upper thigh, giving everyone a glimpse of her long, lean legs. The front looks demure with a high neck and long sleeves, then she turns around, and her back is exposed all the way to her ass. Every single time she turns around, her raven hair cascades down her skin like a glossy waterfall, and all I wanted to do was run my tongue up her spine and watch her skin prickle with goosebumps.
Emma was by far one of the most gorgeous women in the room tonight, and that’s saying a lot when the area was filled with models. She glowed, and it took everything in my power not to grab her and push her up against the wall like I am now and fuck her against it, making it known to everyone in that room that she’s mine.
That feeling caught me off guard tonight. It has only been a little over a month since we got married in Vegas, yet it feels like I’ve known Emma an entire lifetime. Maybe living together has sped up the natural progression of a relationship. I suppose living, working, and fucking someone nearly every single day might accelerate things. But it’s not like we both haven’t slept with other people. I know for a fact when I’ve been away, she’s explored The Paradise Club as have I, and to be honest, it was fun, but not quite as enjoyable experience as it usually is. I found myself comparing the women to Emma, and in all honesty, each one of them came out severely lacking, in my opinion.
“Fuck me, Andy,” Emma growls in my ear, pulling me from my wandering thoughts, bringing me back to the here and now—Emma, in my arms demanding to be fucked. We co
uld do the dance of foreplay, but I can’t be fucked. All I know is I need to be inside of her, and now.
Unzipping myself, her greedily little hands help me release my hardness from its restraint, and seconds later, I’m thrusting into her as she pants into my ear.
This is where I want to be, inside Emma all the time.
I’m certainly taking my fill with Emma for someone who hates going back for more with a woman.
But who wouldn’t?
“Harder, Andy. Fucking harder,” she commands, and I give her what she wants. What she needs.
Emma’s nails scrape down my back. I can feel her clawing through my shirt.
“Fucking take it, Emma,” I hiss into her neck. “Take all of it.” Moving the angle in which I have her held hard against the wall, pushing myself deeper into her, she explodes in a slew of curses and screams until I follow along with her.
It takes a couple of minutes afterward to compose ourselves.
“That was…” Emma breaths heavily.
“Fucking fantastic,” I finish the sentence for her as I flash a satisfied grin in her direction.
“Yeah, it was,” she agrees. “That was definitely a celebratory fuck if ever I have had one, and I loved it.” She also gives me a “whoop, whoop,” which makes me laugh.
Who the hell laughs after sex? Us apparently!
“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”
After a very long, hot, steamy shower that ended in another round of hot sex, we both fall into bed exhausted. Emma’s head rests on my shoulder, my arm is around her, her finger is lightly running up and down my stomach.
“Mom wants us to have dinner with them this weekend.” I’m a little concerned about how Emma will respond about that.