by Peyton Banks
She was still sitting on the barstool stunned when Jordan walked into the kitchen wearing the same sexy grey suit, she saw him in this morning when her life went to hell. Oh yeah, she was mad at him.
Furious.
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Tiara watched Jordan stride into the kitchen. Confidence screaming from every pore. He acted like he didn’t do anything wrong. Oh no he didn’t? She was itching to point out his culpability to this whole situation.
He opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine still not speaking. She continued to watch him as he pulled two wine glasses out of a different cabinet than the one his mother pulled the coffee cups from.
His mother.
Oh my God.
The man that I have had naked fun playtime with, I have met his mother. What in the world is happening? Tiara usually didn’t meet the men she was dating mothers. She could honestly admit that very few of her relationship made it to the point where she met the best friend let alone any of his relatives, and she had already met Jordan’s most intimate friends and his mother. Next thing you knew she would be meeting his father and somebody would be planning a wedding. This was not happening. Her world didn’t work this way.
“What is going on with us?” she blurted out as he set the glass of wine down in front of her. She scooped it up and downed it in a single gulp. Even with her hasty drinking, she noted that it was delicious. She held out her glass for a refill.
“What do you mean?” Once again, the thought ran through her head how sexy he was when he did that slow seductive blink. There was no way he didn’t know the effect he was having on the dryness of her panties.
Soaking wet panties were uncomfortable. That was it. He did it on purpose so that she would be forced to remove her panties giving him an excuse to get up close and personal and lick her.
“This…this thing that is between us?” She took another drink of the wine. At this rate, she was going to be hungover in the morning. Hopefully, her new boss would be the understanding type, she thought with a snort.
“I thought we were living our best life?” He said with a grin to her.
Tiara’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Jordan hardly ever cracked a joke. He was one of those types of men that wore his game face twenty-four seven. That he was laid back at a time like this shocked the hell out of her. People were talking like she was in a steady relationship with him. They were expecting a future from them. Either one of those actions would have most men running for the hills, but Jordan was acting nonchalant. Like it was an everyday thing.
“Did you just crack a joke?”
“Yes, but I was also being serious.” He took a sip of his wine before reaching in the fridge and pulling out a fruit tray.
Oh Kiwi, she loved kiwi. Wait. She was not going to let him distract her with her favorite fruit. She needed answers. She needed to get her life together. She was turning into a whiny little bitch, and she didn't like it.
“Explain please,” she rolled her hand for him to continue as she shoved cheese into her mouth. “I thought we were just hooking up for some great sex, but so far I have met your friends, and today you became my boss, and now I have met your mother. It feels like you are taking over my life.”
The words came spilling out of Tiara, the feelings that she had been bottling up came to life with the words. “This has gone beyond a simple wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. This feels bigger than anything I have ever felt in my life. It makes me want to run and bury my head in the sand. I need to know how serious this is going to get.”
Jordan made his way around the counter to lean against it next to where she was sitting. He removed the glass from her hand setting it down. She turned her head to look deep within his eyes.
“If I wasn’t serious about you and what we are doing together I never would have introduced you to my friends.” He reached out and cupped her cheek in his big hand. She turned and kissed the palm of his hand as he continued to speak. “If I weren’t serious about what was going on between us, I never would have bought Barnaby’s Call Center, because that was nothing but a poor business decision. That company ran into the ground. It was on the edge of bankruptcy. I was going to pass on the deal until I met you and learned that you worked at the place. I didn’t want you to end up unemployed. So I bought the company for you. It will cost me more money to get it solvent again than I will make from it for several years to come.”
Tiara’s eyes snapped open from where they had closed. His soothing tone had lulled her into a state of contentment. “You bought a company so I wouldn’t be unemployed?” The shock made her voice squeak at the end. “That’s crazy.”
“Yeah, I was going to talk to you about it tonight.” He gave her a sheepish grin.
“Why would you buy a company for me after only knowing me a little while?”
“Because it only took knowing you a little while for me to realize that I love you.”
Tiara dropped her glass of wine at Jordan’s words. Her heart was beating wildly as his lips closed over hers. Explosions went off behind her eyelids. The taste of Jordan and his words were a powerful combination that set her body on fire. A craving roared to life in her as her tongue tangled with his. The power of his kiss swept through her body leaving the nerve endings on fire.
Her heart beat wildly in her chest. Not just at his kiss, but also at the feelings his words invoked. An echoing sentiment ranged throughout her. The feelings and words were right. The restless uneasiness she had been feeling settled at his words.
She was amazed at the calm that came over her at the sound of three little words in Jordan’s voice.
All of her doubts about her future melted away as everything fell into place.
She slowly opened her eyes when his mouth lifted from her to find herself staring into the whiskey brown eyes that she fell in love with from their very first meeting.
“I love you, too,” she whispered softly to him before pulling his head down and their mouths meeting again. Her tongue tangled with his enjoying the heady unique mixture that was Jordan, whiskey, and man. Her simmering passion exploding into a wild inferno as it did every time they touched.
With a gasp, they parted. Chests heaving. Breath rushing in and out of them.
“How long?” she needed to know how long he had these feelings for her. “How long have you loved me?”
“When you were blocking the doorway of the Chinese takeout place.” Tiara followed Jordan in a daze as he led her away from the kitchen island over to one of the sofas in the family room. He cuddled her close to his body as they got comfortable on the sofa. He planted soft kisses along the nape of her neck as he talked to her. Tiara basked in the love that radiated from him. Any doubts she had about his feelings were quickly melting away.
“I was kicking myself for not talking to you more than to say ‘get out the way’ when I left the restaurant. I logged onto Proximity to find some random pussy to drown my sorrows in instead, imagine my surprise when your picture popped on my screen. It was a sign. I was being given a second chance. It was like something in the cosmos wanted us to be together, and I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.”
“Well, I’m glad you didn’t. I have been fighting myself to keep from getting attached to you since our first encounter. I wanted to hold onto you tight and never let you go. Especially after meeting all of your friends. But you never talked about being in a relationship. We broke all of the rules of the Proximity app except for that one.”
“I called myself taking it slow with you, but whenever we were separated all I wanted to do was rush back to you. I counted the minutes in-between weekends until I could come back to town. The weekend of the charity auction I decided that I was relocating to the Springs. I was getting tired of leaving you.” Jordan continued to stroke the skin of Tiara’s neck as he made his confession. “I love the feel of your skin under my hands.” He placed a lingering kiss against her nape.
Tiara shivered at the kiss. Something he said
earlier pinged in her brain. “Wait? How come your app allowed you to see my picture when I couldn’t see yours?”
Jordan gave her another sheepish grin. He was so adorable when he was being naughty, “I was kind of beta testing an upgraded version of the app. An update that is to be rolled out soon.”
“How did you get to be so lucky?”
“I know the app’s creator; we went to college together, and he works for Hemingway Industries.”
“Oh my God. Roman Fitzgerald Hemingway, the third, just became the new CEO of Hemingway Industries. Your cousin?”
“Yeah, my cousin.”
“You are related to a lot of rich people. People who are way out of my league.” Tiara started to panic again.
“Well, I am hoping that you wouldn’t mind be related to them also?”
“Huh?” Tiara watched as Jordan got to a kneeling position in front of her on the sofa holding out a black velvet bag similar to the vibrating butterfly panties. She reached out and took the bag remembering the joy the last gift he gave her had brought to her life.
Turning it over, her heart dropped when she looked at the beautiful emerald-cut blue diamond in a platinum band. It was surrounded by clear diamonds on all sides. Her eyes flew up to meet Jordan’s solemn gaze.
“Tiara, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tiara’s heart pounded. She couldn’t speak. All she could do was nod her head yes. She was still paralyzed with shock when Jordan took the ring from her hand and placed it on her left ring finger. It fitted perfectly. It wasn’t until he raised her left hand and pressed a gentle kiss to her knuckle right below where his ring rested that she was knocked out of her shock.
“I love you…I love you,” she chanted over and over again as she pressed kisses to his face.
“I love you too, Tiara. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” Jordan's mouth closed over hers as their love ignited their passion. He stood up and scooped her up into his arms. “Let’s go start our future together in bed Mrs. Lehmann.”
Tiara twined her arms around his neck pressing her mouth to his. “Sounds like a great idea Mr. Lehmann.” Laughing as he carried her towards the bedroom for a night of debauchery and future full of love.
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Dirty Calls
Sade Rena
New to town and overworked, all Jessica Daly wants is to put herself to sleep, but gets more than she bargains for when she answers a misdialed call. Curiosity takes hold and instead of hanging up, she joins in, enjoying herself way too much. Once satisfied and slightly embarrassed, she ends the call, finding comfort in knowing she’ll never have to hear from him again.
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After a long day in the office, Kade Braxton needs a release and is pleasantly surprised when he learns the call to his on again off again fling, Candace, is answered by another woman. Intrigued by her boldness and the sensuality her voice, he rings her line the next day to finish what they started.
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This is crazy, right? Of, course it is, but against her better judgment, she begins to long for his obsessive nature. An easy choice to make considering they’ve never seen each other and never will. But just as their connections heat up, Jessica learns shocking news that makes this whole affair of dirty calls somewhat forbidden, yet still sexy as hell.
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Jessica
I don’t know why I insist on coming home every night with more shit than I had when I left the house. With my hands full, I struggle to open the heavy door to my apartment. I unload the bags on the counter, letting my keys fall from my grasp, sending a thump and jingle through the air. After putting everything in its place, I retrieve a plate and wineglass from the cupboard and prepare for dinner. I rush into my bedroom, where I remove my bra and change into my lounge wear: a pair of satin shorts and an old wifebeater. After wrapping my hair with my silk scarf, I peel away my contacts, replacing them with my glasses before returning to the kitchen.
The Indian food I ordered has gone cold, so I pop it in the microwave. I reach for my wine, and take a sip, savoring the taste, and silently thanking Jesus for such a gift. Lord knows I need several glasses after the week I’ve had. Remembering the deadline I have for tomorrow, I gather my laptop bag and carry both it and my glass into the living room. The microwave dings, signaling my food is ready.
I grab the plate and a fork, stealing a bite on the way back to the couch. With one leg folded underneath me, I sit, burying myself in to the plush cushion and devouring my dinner. Once done, I unzip my bag, remove my computer, notepad, and favorite pen. I power on the device and click on the TV for a bit of white noise. It doesn’t matter what’s on, soon I’ll be lost in my work and will tune it out completely.
We have a big presentation in the morning, and it’s important I make a good impression and seal the deal with our clients. I’ve been in Arlington, VA, for six months and while I’m more than qualified, it’s my first solo project. I’ve developed many training programs during my internship in New York, but the client called with last-minute changes that undoes all the work I’ve already completed. It’s going to be a long night, but I do well under pressure, and tonight will be no different. Tiring, but a challenge I’ll overcome—if I don’t get drunk first.
The TV flickers, drawing my attention to the beginning of a sex scene, and my body instantly reacts. The hero rips open the heroine’s blouse and pulls her close, devouring her mouth in his. Their passion stirs through me, warming the sensitive parts of my body. I sigh, realizing how long it’s been since I’ve been touched like that. Then I think of the ways I could be touched if I hadn’t accepted this job, if my ex hadn’t dumped me over it. I could be getting fucked right now, letting out all the stress yesterday brought me. This is pathetic. To clear the thoughts from my mind, I shake my head. I’ve been at this for hours and have almost finished the assignment. My shoulders tense when I notice the time: three-fifteen in the morning. My eyes are heavy, and I’ve emptied the first bottle of Merlot, and now, thanks to that one little kissing scene, I’m horny as hell.
I sit up, flexing my muscles and tilting my head from left to right. With my fingers back on the keyboard, I prepare to type while struggling not to look up at the television. Now distracted, I hear every word pouring from the speaker, even at the low volume setting.
“Let me make love to your body and your mind,” he says to the heroine.
I take a deep breath, diverting my eyes between the two screens, willing my desires to settle.
“Finish this project, Jessica,” I demand of myself, but who am I kidding? Once you’ve gone down the road of lust, sexual release is often pretty hard to ignore. Another deep breath, and I continue my task only to stop mid-sentence. I press my lips together, and glance at the TV, thankful the scene switched to something more wholesome. But—it’s too late now. Fuck it! I sit the computer on the table and push myself off the couch with
my wineglass in tow. When I reach the kitchen, I pour myself another drink, downing it before making it the few feet to my dining table. I look to my bedroom and subconsciously find myself pushing the door open and walking over to my nightstand.
Pulling the drawer open, I grab the pink satin drawstring bag that houses my best friend for the last six months—BOB. The MF that gets the job done—E-V-E-R-Y fucking time. “Hey, good friend,” I say, while making my way back into the living room.
I flop down in the middle of the sofa, slightly slouched, and reach for my phone. I thumb to the internet browser and eagerly type in the URL to a porn site. Explicit images bounce off the screen, jolting my vision as I skim them in search of the perfect one. The hardest part about masturbating is finding the right video. My body comes alive pretty easily at the thought of a nearing orgasm but watching a good flick can make the process more…exhilarating. At least for me. Sometimes, I picture myself as the girl, getting stretched out so deliciously.
After searching through a few pages, I settle on a— I was caught by my stepbrother skit. Yes, I like the corny role plays where they pretend there’s some sort of forbidden connection that makes the sex…wrong. It takes the scene a couple of minutes to get started, and if I’m sure I wouldn’t face the dreaded buffering fiasco, I would skip ahead to the good parts. Thankfully, the wait isn’t too long, and as soon as I see the brother spying on the sister with his dick in hand, my body lights up.