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As Gran helped prepare the casserole for dinner, Emily tried to prepare her for what she would get from Amelia and Ben. “She’s all about appearances, and Ben, well he’s just a flat-out uppity asshole. Just wanted to give you a real heads up, Gran.”

The older woman waved her off, dismissing her forewarning of the couple. She carried the dish across the kitchen and placed it into the refrigerator until it was time to pop it into the oven. “If she’s related to you, Suga’, she can’t be that bad.” Gran gushed. In their time together, they had become close. Gran reminded Emily a lot of her own granny who’d passed when she was a young teen. They were both
old-fashioned
southern women who were sticklers for tradition. But her own granny would have rolled over in her grave if she knew her baby Emmy was shacked up with a man before he had put an expensive set of wedding jewelry on her ring finger. As she took the trip down memory lane, thinking of her granny, she became melancholy. Out of all the people she’d lost in her short life, her gran was one she missed frequently. Of course, she longed to have her parents back, but Granny was just different.

Flip started scratching at the tall glass patio doors. The white French style doors opened up onto the worn deck. Since the move, the cat had taken to strutting on the deck railing as a hobby. He wouldn’t go far, so Emily didn’t worry about the Atlantic swallowing him like Moby Dick.

She opened the door and he flew out with glee.

“Ya know, Em, that cat damn near scared me into my grave the other night.” Just as Emily had predicted, Flip had found the newest warm body in the house and shacked up with her. In Flip’s eyes, she was a traitor for inviting Avery into the bed they once shared. If there was one thing that damn cat could do, it was hold a grudge.

Emily’s phone started ringing and she jumped. The smallest things still make her jump with fright.
Stupid phone.

A few moments later she had her very first client thanks to her grandpa. Although she would be doing the job pro bono, she was still excited that her business would slowly start coming together. Between the grandson of her grandfather’s business partner, Becca and a couple of other friends, she would be doing three more rooms over the next two months. She penciled Mr. Johnson in for the following Thursday afternoon, a week from today. That gave her only a short time to finish up her second floor office. She mulled over her schedule. Tomorrow she would have the day to look for a desk, then Saturday, Sunday, and Monday Avery would be off from work. Wednesday she had a follow up appointment at the hospital with her general practitioner and an afternoon follow up with her neurologist. They both wanted to keep a close eye on her progress since her head injury. She was remembering more. The amnesia had almost fully subsided, thank goodness.  Most things that had to do with Dr. Hart still remained fuzzy and unclear.

After a couple rounds with Google MD, Emily learned negative memories were less likely to be regained after head trauma similar to what she had suffered. She didn’t really care to remember Jared as long as he would leave her the fuck alone from here on out.

“I’m gonna head upstairs for a shower and to freshen up before her highness gets here.” Emily laughed, jogging up the two flights of stairs to the master bedroom. Making her way to the bathroom, she smiled at the smudged bedroom paint on the wall with memories of Avery flushing through her mind. Pulling her cell phone out of her pocket, she texted him.

Every time I walk by that smudge, I get hot. Wish you were here xoxo

She slid the phone across the sink counter and started the shower. She turned to lock the door of the bathroom, and continued to undress. No matter where she was, at home or out in public, she had picked up the habit. Her phone buzzed, signaling her to Avery’s reply.

I wish I was there too. Dammit. Don’t have fun without me.

“All, right, Avery. I’ll be good. Just for you.” She tested the water with her hand, then slid into the shower with a smile on her face. She was one lucky woman.

***

Ben sat on the other side of the white dining room table looking bored to death, his face morphed into an ugly scowl which matched his bushy brown eyebrows and his shaggy bowl cut. Emily had pulled out an old tablecloth that Gran brought with her from Georgia. She told the story how it was the first tablecloth she had ever sewn without her own grandmother instructing her. Amelia politely smiled and participated in the conversation when she felt necessary.

Gran was oblivious to any of the tension in the room, and Emily continued to go out of her way to keep the peace even though she wanted to fling a spoon full of Gran’s casserole at Ben. For someone raised in such a prestigious family, you would think he would have better manners. Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep himself from the small backhanded comments about money, the house, and of course Emily’s sizable inheritance, things a truly polite person would have kept out of dinner conversation.

“So, Emily,” Amelia started. “When do we get to meet this
Avery
?” Her tone condescending as she brushed her long blonde hair from her shoulder, tucking it neatly behind her ear, and pointing her empty fork in Emily’s direction.

“I hope soon,” Emily answered with a simple, polite smile. “He has to work until early Saturday morning, but he will have three days off then. Maybe y’all can come over for a beach day this weekend?”

Before Amelia could answer, Ben scowled some more.
Did this man ever look happy?
He cut her off and began, “No, we don’t have time this weekend. Hell, we were lucky we could squeeze tonight in.” Amelia clearly looked upset. It was nothing new, Ben trying to keep his wife from spending time with her sister. Over the years Emily had grown used to his controlling behavior, but now it appeared as though Amelia was growing tired of it as well. Whatever was brewing between the couple didn’t look good.

“Oh, that’s fine. We’ll figure something out.” Emily brushed it off. Maybe her sister was starting to have enough of his prick personality.

“By the way, Emily, have you talked with Jared lately? I always liked that boy.” Ben smirked as he did his best to turn Emily’s stomach.

***

Saturday morning came sooner than Emily expected, but she was over the moon to spend time with Avery. The more hours he worked, the more she found herself thinking about him, something that was still a new feeling to her. An hour before he was due to get off his shift, she slipped into a lacy blue corset with matching thong, and drifted back to sleep. Under the comforter she looked naked, which would certainly grab Avery’s attention the minute he walked through the door.

She drifted out of twilight when she heard the bedroom door gently close. Slowly stirring under the covers, she heard his voice.

“Mornin’ Darlin’.” The bed dipped from his weight as he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. His lips were warm and inviting. She turned her head to meet his mouth for their first kiss in two days.
God, I missed these lips
. “Let me get changed, hun,” he said as he got up from the bed, stripping his clothes off in a hurry to join her under the covers like they’d done so many mornings before. As he pulled the covers back, she opened her eyes to watch his reaction. His green eyes dripped with lust as she smiled.

“Surprise, Baby,” she said as he leaned in to take her lips.

“Best surprise ever,” he whispered. “Can I unwrap you? Or maybe I will just pull these off?” he asked as he tugged her thong down her legs. “You look hot in just this.” His lips trailed down her neck, running his tongue along her cleavage.

“But maybe, we could fix this right here.” His hands worked the cups of the corset, pushing it down slightly. Emily’s nipples peeked out from behind the blue lace. “Yes, just like this. Perfection, love.” His tongue licked each nipple with care before leaning back on his calves to take in the scene before him.

Emily was perfect. Her messy blonde hair rounding her face, sleepy blue eyes filled with want, her perfect tits peeping out of the bodice which matched her eyes to a tee. Avery licked his lips to see her pussy glistening with anticipation, just waiting for his hard cock.

Slowly, he lowered himself down onto her, taking her swelling lips to his once again. His five o’clock shadow brushed against her soft skin, sending goosebumps all over her body. Her lips slowly parted, inviting his tongue in. His throbbing cock brushed ever so gently against her tender folds. Her breath hitched as he grabbed hold of his dick, guiding it into her with care.

Her hips lifted upward, meeting his slow thrust with her own urgency. She’d been waiting two whole days to feel him inside her again. Her pussy felt downright empty and achy without him.

As he pushed in to the hilt, his hardness caressed her G spot, sending pleasure throughout her whole body. Emily moaned against his lips. Her sounds encouraged his desperate actions. Her hips continued to meet each thrust.

“Oh, fuck! Avery!” Emily cried under his body as her orgasm began to build. She continued to buck wildly under his touch. His moans became more primal as he worked toward his own climax, pushing harder and deeper into her with purpose. As her cries became louder, his pace increased. “Shit! I’m gonna...” She started panting out as her moans got louder. “Avery!” she screamed as her climax crashed over her. Avery wasn’t far behind her.

“Oh, Emily,” he moaned as he pushed inside her one last time, coming deep inside her with everything he had, then collapsing on top of her in exhaustion.
Damn I hope I come home from a two day shift to this forever!

***

Two hours later, Emily slid out of bed, making her way to the shower. She was on a mission for a desk today, and there was no way she was going to stop until she was the owner of the perfect workspace for her new business.

Walking out of the bathroom, she caught Avery sitting up in bed, leaning back on his elbows. She’d tried to shower quietly, but she apparently hadn’t accomplished it. Eyeing her from the bed he gave Emily a seductive smile, signaling her he was ready and waiting for another round this morning.

“I woke you,” she said, making her way to the walk-in closet next to the staircase, his eyes never leaving her barely covered body. Walking into the closet she dropped her towel to the floor only to quickly slide on a green and white gingham pattern dress.

“I should be getting out of bed anyway. No reason to sleep the day away,” Avery replied as she walked out of the closet, wrapping her wet hair in the towel. He kicked his legs off the side of the bed, slowly rising to his feet with a massive stretch. Emily quickly noticing he was still naked as the day he was born.

While her jaw hit their bedroom floor, she turned, quickly making her way to the bathroom to finish the process of drying her hair.
Wet dog
wasn’t a becoming look on her.

“What are your plans for the day, Em?” Avery asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom, still naked.

“I’m going to find a desk. I can’t wait any longer, I have my first client next week and I need my office to be finished,” she spoke firmly, but she wasn’t even fooling herself. Emily would continue the search until she found the perfect desk. She was far too picky when it came to furniture choices.

“Want company?” Avery asked, making his way to the shower and turning the knob to bring it to life.

“Only if you are up for hours of antiquing,” Emily replied. While she would be in her glory, she didn’t think Avery would be as interested in her quest.

“Wait till I am done with the shower?” he asked, stepping into the vast shower before sliding the glass door closed.

***

The first stop Avery’s truck made was at the Beach Street Antique Mall, a famous spot for antiques in Daytona Beach, and one of Emily’s favorite places to go shopping. Rows upon rows of antique furniture lined the building. The old store was amazingly rich with history. Emily loved places like this. As they passed by the rows of glass cases leading to the sprawling furniture section, a sparkling ring caught Emily’s attention. Pausing for a moment she looked down at the perfect antique ring and gushed over its beauty before continuing her mission, looking for a desk.

The couple made their way up and down the rows as she carefully examined anything that could be considered desk material. In her mind she had this beautiful picture of a turquoise colored desk which would accent the coral walls of her office perfectly. But if beggars had to be choosers, she could always paint it herself.

As they rounded the final row of furniture, she spotted it—stopping dead in her tracks, causing a distracted Avery to walk directly into her back, almost knocking her onto her face.

“Jesus! Sorry, babe,” Avery said, catching her by the waist before she could go down. Looking at her face, he followed her glare across the room to the end of the aisle, where a two piece white antique style desk sat. The piece was worn, paint chipping on all the surfaces, with drawers lining both sides of the sitting space. It had a vast top, full with shelves, glass doors and more drawers.

“That is it! Avery, it’s perfect!” She continued gazing at the desk, slowly walking toward it. Almost as if it would run if she moved too fast. She ran her finger along the edges as she continued walking by, taking in every inch of the old beauty.

Avery walked off to find one of the little old women he’d spotted working behind the counter earlier as Emily continued inspecting every inch of the desk as if her life depended on it. She’d finally found the perfect desk! It would need to be sanded down, and re-painted, but she had plenty of time to do it. Despite wanting a turquoise desk, the white fit its style perfectly. She would re-paint it the same color, just as it was always meant to be.