EROTICA: kiss kiss BANG: 70 Books SIZZLE Collection: Sexy MILF and Group Romance... (86 page)
Read EROTICA: kiss kiss BANG: 70 Books SIZZLE Collection: Sexy MILF and Group Romance... Online
Authors: Ella Gottfried
“Are you awake Emily?” I heard Joe’s voice and strained to
answer it. I strained towards him.
“Come on darling, wake up for me. I’ve made you French toast,
just the way you like, with cinnamon.”
“Joe?” I asked, not sure where I was.
I looked around our bedroom, looking for Amber and Ben.
“They’re downstairs dear. Come on, come with me.” Joe urged,
taking my hand as he passed me a robe.
I went downstairs to see Ben and Amber happily munching on
breakfast with orange juice and maple syrup.
“What’s this?” I asked as I brushed my hair out of my numb
face. My body was so very sore!
“You my dear, are being pampered. I don’t know what you
remember from last night but this is our new life. No more ignoring, no more
rude, asshole Joe. You deserve better and that’s what you’re going to get.”
Realization started to dawn on me then.
“You knew, didn’t you?” I asked, staring at Joe in shock.
“Of course I knew, dear. I may have been oblivious but I’m
not stupid. You never change our sheets that often, for instance. Not every
day, anyway. That was just a bit excessive.” Joe chided as he sat down with his
own plate of breakfast, pushing one of my favorite meals in front of me.
I stared down at it, lost and confused.
“But you didn’t kill us?” I said, picking up my fork.
“No, I fucked you instead. HA! No, I wanted to, I wanted to
hurt you but then I realized divorcing you would have been the final
abandonment of you that I’d begun. My buddies and I discussed it and Jack
suggested this. He’d done it with his wife and it saved them both.” Joe said to
her, taking a bite.
He continued after swallowing.
“I enlisted Ben, told him I knew and asked for his help.
Then he told me about Amber and your affection for her. I wasn’t sure I
believed it but I saw how you were with her at dinner and knew Ben was right.
So we planned last night out. And it’s going to continue.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, not sure where Joe was heading
with this.
“Well, your affair,
our affair,”
he stressed, “with
Ben and Amber will continue. They are going back to college and if they decide
to stay with us we will buy a bigger house and become a proper unit. If not,
they can go their separate ways. But I don’t think they’re going far?”
His final statement ended on a question.
Both Amber and Ben looked as though they’d been kicked.
“I love Emily!” Amber began.
“I love Amber and Emily both!” Ben said, looking guilty for
a moment before smiling.
“Love is a good place to start. So this is how it goes,
Emily. We love each other. I’ve been a total dick. That stops as of last night.
You have your old Joe back. But you also get Ben and Amber. You deserve as much
as you can get, you deserve love from all of us, and that is exactly what you
are going to get from now on madam, if that is your desire?” Joe ended with another
question.
Totally shocked, not sure I wasn’t dreaming I just stared at
my companions.
“I was considering asking for a divorce Joe, I’ll be honest.
But even if you told me I couldn’t see these two anymore, you’ve shown me you
are willing to work with me finally. To love me. That you
see
me more
than anything. I’ll take whatever you offer, and if that’s all three of you,
then I have enough love for you all. Always.
The End of the
Story
Thank you so much for reading…
Thank you for reading this story! Please remember to sign up to my newsletter
The Wet Buzz
for up-coming new
books, special prizes, and free giveaways. You’ll get
3 FREE books
that
aren’t available on Amazon!
Press Here to Sign Up and Claim
Your FREE Books Now!
Visit my web site for more exciting stuff!
Questions or
comments? Please email me at: [email protected]
Copyright © 2016 All
rights reserved.
No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any
means without written permission from the author.
This book is a work
of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely
coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
“Callie, can you come to my office?” Brent, asked over the
phone.
Brent’s my employer, owner of the software company I worked
for. I stood up from my desk, smoothed down the long skirt covering my legs,
and brushed my hair into place. It had started to slip from its knot at the
back of my head.
“Coming Brent,” I called from my own office.
The office space looked formal with light brown carpeting
and each employee had their own private office but we normally left our doors
opened and called back and forth to each other.
It saved time and was simpler than calling each other all
day. Practicality was revered at the company and trumped basic formality every
time.
I liked practicality, I thought as I headed to Brent’s
office. It kept life simple and manageable and I liked that even more.
Thinking about that distracted me from thinking about Brent.
My employer was a very distracting man, after all.
Unlike the stereotypes of most IT gurus, Brent didn’t dress
as though he’d rolled out of bed and picked up whatever he found wrinkled on
the floor.
Brent was a professional in his dress, though not so
stringent on how he operated his business. He was always in a well-made suit,
black today, with his black hair cut in a stylish but classical style with the
sides short but the top just a little bit longer.
The suits always accentuated how very muscular Brent was,
showcasing the time he spent caring for his body and mind.
That was also reflected in his clear blue eyes and tanned
skin. Brent also oozed power and sex, though he never hit on the women in his
office though his handsome movie-star looks would have helped in that department.
I would hate him if he wasn’t so very charming and funny.
The man was successful and you knew it the moment you saw him, but he wasn’t a
jerk.
My crush had been growing for some time now, and my latest
project had brought me into contact with him far more often than I liked.
I normally wasn’t the type for an office fling and generally
went out of my way to avoid attention from either sex. I was focused on my
career and having an office affair was just going to complicate my goals.
Plus he was married and in my mind that made him out of
bounds. As I neared his office I could hear him humming along to a song playing
in there.
My knees actually felt wobbly for a moment, the sound of his
deep voice humming making my brain instantly imagine the sounds he might make
during sex.
Calm down, I told myself, you have got to stop this. He’s
only a man; there are a million of them out there if you just need to get laid.
I’d paused outside of his door to give myself a moment to
collect my thoughts. Taking a deep breath and plastering a smile on my full
lips I walked into the office, pushing my glasses up my nose.
“Hi Brent, what’s up?” I asked with casual curiosity. We
spoke informally in the office as well.
“Hey Callie, I had some questions about this package we’re
launching. I want to make sure I understand all of it.” Brent said, getting up
from his seat to turn down his music system.
“Sure.” I replied, knowing full well that it was going to be
a late night. Brent didn’t just ask one or two questions, he wanted everything
explained in detail.
Luckily I had no life to speak of, not even a pet, so it
didn’t matter how long he kept me.
If I could totally ignore my own lust, that is, otherwise this
could get embarrassing.
“Alright then! Slide a chair over to my side of the desk and
we’ll get started.”
I looked at him as I slid my chair over but I didn’t see
anything about the man that would imply he was about to hit on me.
I wasn’t sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. Relieved,
I assured myself, stepping away from my mind telling me I really did want him
to hit on me.
I suppose I should explain that my attraction to Brent isn’t
solely based on his looks. The man is gorgeous, no doubt, but he’s also a
brilliant business man and is quite knowledgeable about quite a few things
other than IT.
He was a very good conversationalist and we’d even had a
brush or two with flirting lately. Nothing serious, just a bit of innuendo here
and there, a joke made in passing, a brushing of hands as we reached for papers
in the printer.
But surely I’d imagined those long glances, those stolen
moments when I’d look up and catch his gaze on me? He was simply lost in
thought and his eyes were facing me.
Right?
Taking hold of my thoughts and emotions once more I made
myself face Brent, my green eyes clear of my thoughts, I hoped.
I felt the full brunt of his gaze up close and my heart
skipped a beat.
Clearing my throat I patted my red hair out of the way once
more and tried to focus.
Brent looked up at my hair, his gaze softening for a moment
as his eyes tightened. He looked stern for a moment then turned to his
computer.
“Right, show me what I need to know first, once more.”
Brent was a confident man but when it came to marketing his
programs he wanted to know every part of them and spent weeks with his
developers, namely me and the other developers, to learn the product inside
out.
Three hours into the session we stopped for dinner. We’d
ordered Chinese and were busy digging into our boxes with chopsticks.
Then I reached for my drink which he’d placed beside his for
some reason.
Brent looked up as I leaned into him, his gaze piercing,
burning into mine with need.
I stopped like a deer caught in the headlights, unable to
move or look away.
And then our lips were fused together, his hand buried in my
hair, which he’d somehow pulled free.
I heard him inhale deeply as our tongues entwined together,
my body responding with glee as I felt the texture of his tongue on mine.
I didn’t even consider trying to stop him or move away. I
wanted this one forbidden moment. Just this one.
He tasted of ginger and the sweet sauce of the food he was
eating. I sighed through my nose, never wanting the moment to end.
Brent’s hands moved from the back of my head to my cheek,
brushing his fingers across it before moving down to my neck.
It was such an intimate touch, a sensation I hadn’t felt
from another human being since my college days.
I pulled away, gasping, as his fingers rubbed at my pulse
and I looked into his dazed eyes. They were that sleepy half-awake that makes
lovers melt.
“Callie.” He whispered my name, pleading.
I didn’t know what he was pleading for exactly but I had
to stop this.
Reality invaded quickly and I stood up, my thicker frame,
not huge but you knew I was there, pushing the chair back as I stood.
I wobbled for a moment, my balance off by the chair moving
away from me. I reached out and his hand was there.
“No.” It was all I could think to say. “I’d love to, but
no.”
“I’m sorry. I really am. That wasn’t my intention and I
don’t know why I did that. I really am sorry.”
“No, don’t. It’s alright, really. I just can’t.” I looked
up at him, my eyes now the pleading ones, wanting him to keep going, to kiss me
more, but also wanting him to step away.
This couldn’t happen.
“I’m going to head home, I think. We can finish this
tomorrow. Thanks for dinner, Brent. And please, don’t worry. It’s fine, we just
can’t ever do that again.”
“Callie…” Brent’s words trailed off as I turned back to
him.
“We just can’t Brent.” I spoke the words then left, going
to my condo just on the outskirts of Silicon Valley.
It was a luxurious place with a pool, palm trees, a gym.
All of the things normal people my age wanted. It was the only thing I could
find when I moved out here and got a decent job.
I went straight into my bedroom and sat on my bed, staring
into the large mirror over my dresser. I saw a plain woman, or at least the image
of one I’d crafted.
I knew underneath the droopy sweater, the long shapeless
skirt, and the huge black glasses a woman with a pretty face, a decent if plush
body, and very pretty eyes lived in hiding.
When I was at the university I’d dressed like my peers and
ended up with the other students and the professors trying to sleep with me.
I’d had an affair, for a year, with a foreign student, but
when she’d left I’d given up on affairs. Yes, she. My lover had been another
woman and it had been one of the most incredible experiences of my life.
That didn’t mean I turned men down, however. I’d dated men
before I started working. I hadn’t dated anyone since I left school, preferring
to spend my time on work.
My plain Jane persona had been born of my experience in
school. If I looked uninteresting, boring, and plain my colleagues stopped
staring at my chest and actually listened to me and took my thoughts seriously.
So here I was.
Somehow Brent had seen through my disguise. Something had
attracted him and it wasn’t my bun.
He’d looked fascinated when my hair fell down. Perhaps it
was that?
Maybe he liked my hair and that had caught his eye,
prompting him to look closer.
Whatever had finally caught his eye, it had to stop.
I wouldn’t be able to work within a strained environment
and the tension that was already there was about as much as I could stand.
No, that kiss couldn’t happen again. Ever.
Kicking my shoes off, I went into the shower, my thoughts
turning back to that kiss against my own will.
As I soaped my body up I imagined it was Brent’s hands.
When I moved the shower head over my body it was Brent’s soft lips, and when it
reached to my bare mound, the jets pulsing a pattern meant to ease sore
muscles, I had to hold onto the wall to keep myself up.
I shuddered there in the shower; my head filled with
Brent, and allowed myself to wish, just for a moment, that it really was him
touching me.
The next couple of weeks at work were tense but we got
through them and life went back to something like normal with one exception.
Brent seemed to be everywhere I went, everywhere I looked.
I don’t know if it had always been that way or if it was
simply that he was following me around the office now.
I took it all in stride though, we were working on the
launch together and sales were going great. That must have been the reason; we
were simply forced together by the situation.
We are working late together again tonight, a new project
demanding that we spend time together once more.
I wanted to tell him to figure it out himself; he was just
as much a genius at coding as I was, what did he need me to explain? But I
couldn’t stop myself from taking that moment with him.
I watched as all of the other employees left and gathered
up the materials I’d need to explain what I’d done so far on the new project.
I strolled to his office, my long black skirt swishing
around my ankles. My nerves were strung tight and I wished I had a glass of
wine.
I could remember talking to my best friend, April, about
the whole thing the other night.
“Girl, you only live once. And you’re what, 25 now? You’re
a big girl. And at 33, Mr. Brent Avery is most definitely a big boy. A very
luscious big boy, too.” April had met Brent when she came to get me from work
one night for drinks. She’d fallen in lust instantly.
Sucking in a breath once more I called out to him, walking
into the doorway.
“Hi Brent.” I said with one of those dorky smiles you save
for work alone. One of those “I don’t really want to be here but have to be so
here I am” kind of smiles.
I stood in the doorway, hesitant to go in.
“Hi Callie, come on in. Let’s get this done and get home
shall we?” Brent asked, his face blank, a professional mask of courtesy.
Safe so far. Though what I’d expected I don’t know. Maybe
all of that tension was one-sided after all?
But I hadn’t mistaken the touches, the glances, or that
kiss. I knew I hadn’t mistaken that.
Maybe that had been enough for him then? He’d satisfied
his curiosity.
Well then, I thought, straightening in the seat I took. There
you go, you aren’t as tempting as you thought missy.
