Her hand shoots down to her clit, and she moans as we move in unison.Her breathing is ragged. “I’m gonna come.”I place a kiss on her shoulder. “Come for me, Little Bird. Let me hear you scream.”Her pussy constricts on my cock as her body falls forward, and she comes with my name on her lips. I slam into her, my hand holding her body immobile on the bed until I come with such force that I think I might pass out.She smiles at me, the smile of a woman who just got throughly fucked. “That was amazing.”“Oh Little Bird, I’m nowhere done with you yet.”CLARISSAI am not sure where this man came from, but the sex I just had was so mind shattering that he could chain me to a bed for the rest of my life and I wouldn’t complain.The bed moves slightly as Vance lies down beside me. “Get on my face.”“What?”“You heard me, Little Bird. Be a good girl and sit on my face.”I stare at Vance beneath me as I move up, his come sliding down my thigh. His hand shoots up as he traces the come with his
“Hey, Button,” I say when we come in the back door.She turns around and looks at me. I can see in her eyes she’s still a little pissed, but she’s cooled down.“I’m sorry, I should have been more supportive,” I say, holding out my arms. I just want to hold her, but I don’t know if she’s ready for that.“Well, good thing. They just called and offered me the job.” She crosses her arms in challenge and stares me down.I have to swallow before I speak and try to put a happy look on my face. I’m not sure I do a good enough job because for a second she looks concerned like something is wrong with me.“Oh, really?” I say, stalling to think of something nice to say. “That’s good.” God, I could kick my own ass. That didn’t sound cheerful enough. “I mean, fantastic. That’s fantastic!” I say, a little too loudly the second time.“Oh,” she says and then uncrosses her arms. She looks around the room then back to me. “Yes, I mean, it’s different. But good. Right? Of course. It should be fun.” She d
“I know I look young for my age,” I finally say. People do remark how young I look all the time.“Not just that,” he says, and I’m beginning to feel uncomfortable.“Thanks.” I think. But I keep that last part in my head.“Well, I have some projects I want you to work on. It will be on the computer—entering inventory data. More of a desk job.”“That’s fine,” I tell him.When I went searching for a job I wasn’t really sure what I was looking for. When I saw the library was hiring I jumped on it. I didn’t think I’d get the job, but I was wrong.“I’m going to find someone else to fill in for what you had been doing and move you upstairs. We’ll share an office for now. I’ll have a desk brought in for you.”“Oh. You don’t have to share your office. I don’t want to intrude. I can work anywhere,” I say, looking around and thinking there’s no way a second desk could fit in here.“No, I’ll need you close. We’ll be working on the same projects, so it will be easier.”Day one and I’m already bein
“Interesting,” Nancy says, more to herself than me.“What?”“What else has he been doing that’s odd?” she asks.“Last night he seemed flustered, which isn’t like him. He was just acting different,” I admit.“Emily.” I turn at the sound of my name to see Mark coming towards us. I force a smile, trying to be polite.“Hey.”“I’ll need you to stay late tonight. There’s an event over at the Carlton and I thought we should go over and say hello to a few people. A lot of the people there make donations to the library.” He adjusts his tie that’s already perfectly straight. It’s just something else he does that annoys me.“Okay,” is all I can come up with. I don’t want to go somewhere with just him. I know Dylan wouldn’t like it either. It almost seems like a date or something. “Nancy, you’re coming, right?” I throw out really quick.She opens her mouth to respond, but Mark cuts her off. “I can only bring one person.”“Didn’t want to go,” Nancy mumbles. I second that.“Take a long lunch to run
"Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory."Dylan“Shit, shit, shit,” I mumble, parking around the corner from my office and watching Emily walk out of my office. I know that look on her face. She’s pissed.I panicked and didn’t know what to do. I was waiting in the parking lot of the library watching the cameras, but then I lost track of her. It wasn’t her normal lunch break, and I knew she packed her lunch. I even slipped a little note in there telling her how much I loved her.But instead of her going to eat in the break room like she did before, she disappeared. It wasn’t until I got a text from Jonathan telling me my wife just showed up at my office that I realized she gave me the slip. I never knew my wife had spy capabilities, but I was wrong.When I watch her drive away, I run in the office and find Jonathan at his desk keying in invoices. He jumps up in shock when he sees me walk in.“Mr. Wallace, your wife just left. I’ve had to push seve
“Well?” I ask, waiting.I tuck my cock back into my jeans and she rolls her eyes.“I have to work late, and there’s some party across the street I have to go to. Some donors to the library are going to be there.” She walks up to me and puts her hands on my chest. “I’d rather be at home with my guys.”“Then quit,” I say, but I can see that was the wrong answer.She steps back, and suddenly the cold look from earlier is back. “It’s my job, Dylan. I can’t just quit. Besides, don’t you have something on your schedule to get to?”Right when I open my mouth to respond, there’s a knock on the door.“Emily? You in there? Sorry to bother you guys, but Mark has a question about a shipment,” Nancy says from the other side of the door.I growl at the name. Mark. I didn’t get a chance to talk about him with Emily yet, and I can see I’m not about to get the opportunity.“Yeah, be right out,” Emily says and then looks at me. Her eyes soften a little as she comes back into my arms. “We’ll talk about
He opens the door and we enter the lounge. The place doesn’t look busy at all. “Let’s get a drink and loosen you up.” He motions towards the bar and I take a seat. Mark slides in next to me, not sitting down. I can feel his body heat and try my best to lean away from him. The smell of his cologne is overpowering.“What can I get you two?” the pretty bartender asks us.“I’ll have a whiskey; she’ll take a merlot,” he tells her, ordering for me.Gross. I hate wine. I don’t correct him or change my order. I wasn’t planning on drinking anyway.“Maybe the wine will do more than loosen you up,” Mark whispers against my ear, making me jump. His finger trails down my arm and I freeze.I need to get out of here. Now. For some reason I’m starting to think there isn’t an event here tonight at all from the looks of this place. There are people here, but not many. A chill runs up my spine and a sense of dread bears down on me. This isn’t right, and Dylan told me to always trust my instincts. If it
I really like this dress and I know from the look in Dylan’s eyes it’s probably going to be meeting its end tonight.Before I can respond the boys come racing out of the house, yelling for us. They rush into me and if it wasn’t for my husband I would have landed on my ass. The twins might only be five, but they are well on their way to being their father’s size.They each grab one of my hands, pulling me into the house. Dylan follows us in. They are talking a mile a minute about their day, as Dylan suddenly picks me up and sits me on the kitchen counter.“How about we make Mommy dinner while you tell her all about the play you’re going to be in?”My ears perk up at that. “What kind of play? You’ll need costumes!” I start to slide off the counter and Dylan laughs.“Sit, Button. We’ll get to that.” He kisses me on the top of the head as the boys start arguing over what they are going to help Dylan cook. I watch them move around the kitchen knowing life can’t get better than this.Dylan