“Hey, calm down, London! Jesus, woman! I didn’t believe that lunch was any of your business.”
“It is my problem when you have the nerve to come to me after...after you slept with that woman. After you..., mon Dieu, Si tu veux une femme frivole...go find one somewhere else and leave me alone.”
“London...God! Slept? I’m late because I went to buy you a flower corsage to match the handkerchief in my pocket. The woman you saw me with is my sister, Lilly. She is working a case with the Chicago DA.” I jolt my head up to look at him. The bastard is smiling, showing his dimples and I have a visceral need to slap it off his face.
“Sister? You have a sister?”
“Yes, an older, smarter, good looking, and overall better sister. Her name is Lillyanne, and she’s a prosecutor in New York City. She took me by surprise today and called me to have lunch. Is this a crime so inexcusable that you have to try to box me twelve rounds?”
I don’t know how to react. He was with his sister, a sister I never knew existed, a sister he didn’t want to admit was his date, just to hurt me.
“Zach, what the hell. Why didn’t you just tell me? Why didn’t I know that you have a sister in the first place?”
“Baby, I didn’t think you were interested in details.” That’s bullshit if I ever heard any.
“We’ve been sleeping with each other for weeks, Zachary. Almost every day we go to bed together, you hold me and whisper into my ear, sometimes the dirtiest things, but it’s still amazing. You make me coffee in the morning, exactly how I like it, and you always make sure I eat at work, and then you have a tantrum and shut me out like I’m some bimbo you picked out in a bar and you can’t get rid of.”
His hands went to my face and make me look deep into his bright green eyes. His face is straight, but I can see the shadow of a smile in those eyes.
“London, I... I know. I know what I’m doing to you. I know you deserve better and I’m trying to give you better. But there’s something about you, it has been here since day one. In a sick way, I wanna see you at my mercy. Dependent and drawn to me, and this is the only way I know how to feel like that.”
“You want me to...care?”
“No. Yes. I...”
It’s adorable how he’s struggling to find something right to say, and I feel the urge to give him a hug.
“London...I don’t think I can do a stable, functional relationship. My work schedule is crap...”
“So is mine.”
“And I have...trust issues. I’ve been burned before and it wasn’t pretty. I have a reason why I live to forget. But I like you, baby, and damn you’re the best woman I’ve ever had in my bed. Can we figure something out? I promise to try not to act like a jerk. Much.”
I should say no. I should say, fuck you, Zach, I’m done being your victim just to get you off, but my brain isn’t in sync with the rest of my stupid body that quivers and twists every time he’s around.
“Zach, you need to tell me more. You can’t put out boundaries and not respect them, not without giving me an explanation.”
“And I will, but maybe another time.”
Before I get to say another word, I find myself drunk on his kiss.
We fucked like animals merely days ago, but I kiss her with such visceral intensity, it’s like I haven’t seen her in a year. I walk her backward until we reach a wall I can press her into, holding her in place while I take my time to caress the sensitive skin on her neck.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice your dress, baby. Why did you put it on?” She moans and presses her body into mine with luscious hip moves.
“It fit the occasion.” Wrong answer.
“Try again, baby.”
My hand sneaks up under her skirt, and I taunt her through her silk panties. I can feel her pulsating under my touch, and excitement sprouts in my chest. I like my girl like that, obedient and wet.
“I was thinking about you.” As she should. “I was thinking you would like to see what you paid for.”
“Mhm, it’s worth the money. Tell me more.” I take my time licking her earlobe, moving my tongue in synchrony with my fingers, working her up in both places. She dissolves in my arms, and I do my best not to go down on my knees and make her come on my tongue.
“I was thinking about how much you’d want to take it off.”
“So much. I could do it right here, right now.” I’m dangerously close to doing so.
I part her legs with mine, trying to get closer, but with this woman, nothing seems to be close enough.
“No matter how many pretty dresses I buy you, don’t be fooled. I’ll always prefer you in a thong and nothing else, London.”
“You...ah! Touch me there.”
I’m more than willing to touch her all over and give her more than she bargained for. With my free hand, I start exploring the rim of her cleavage, getting a feel of the soft skin.
“Take my belt.”
“Huh?”
“My belt, open it, baby.”
“I can’t. We can’t, Zach, not here.”
“We can and we will. I need you.” Her fingers went down my torso and reach my belt and but she stops trying to decide if this is wise. Fuck no, it’s not, but I’m thinking with my penis and my penis wants to get up close and personal with her.
Finally, she gives in starts to undo my pants. A roar escapes my chest when I feel her touch on the tip of my dick. She slides her index around and I know she’s about to work one of her phenomenal hand jobs on me.
“You are so hard. I don’t think I can handle it.”
“You always say that, and you always end up riding it like a madwoman. Shut up and touch me before I put you on your knees.”
“Saying it out loud makes me wanna do it,” she says and Squeezes me so I can sense the tips on her fingernails on my length and the feeling is fucking delirious.
“I know that’s what I...”
“Hey, London what’s the hold...WOW!”
London’s cousin sneaks up on us just when things started to get interesting. Fuck. She jumps out of my arms, and I let her because I need my hands to hold my fucking pants up. I feel like a sixteen-year-old caught feeling up the cheerleader in the girl’s bathroom.
“Paris, I... I’m so sorry, I...”
“You made it, after all, Doctor, how nice of you.”
She couldn’t be more hostile if shehad spit in my face, and I remember the adverse look on her face after my encounter with London earlier today. My guess is that she also believes Lilly is a, how did London put it? Une femme frivole? I understand enough French to know that means lose woman.
“Nice to seeing you again, Paris. Beautiful as always.”
“Mhm, whenever I see you, you are on top of my cousin, roughing her up.” She places her hand on her hips and looks at me with a raised brow .
I wanna have a word, but London beats me to it.
“Paris, I’m so sorry. The restaurant thing was a misunderstanding and Zach came here to apologize. We lost our heads. I... I am so, so sorry...”
“Calm down, baby, you don’t need my permission to screw his brains out. Maybe not in the middle of my parent’s ceremony, but hey, no judging here.”