Just Breathe Trilogy Box Set (71 page)

Sunday morning, Sadie and I meet up with Maggie and the family at her home. Jared and Pop-Pop join us as well, but Nathan stays behind to work since the premier with Chris is only eleven days away. Both Maggie and Henry appear to be themselves, even when I watch Maggie closely while she plays with Jet, Rey and Jade in the pool. Joe makes it to the house by lunch after seeing his parents off and my family, friends and I enjoy each other’s company into the evening, swimming, eating and laughing.

I stay with Maggie and Henry Sunday night to discuss business with Maggie the next day and to conduct some of our video interviews for additional staff. From eight in the morning until two, Maggie and I are on the computer conducting ten different interviews though video with candidates for management positions. Most of the interviews take only about twenty to thirty minutes, giving us a few minutes in between as a quick break. We finally have lunch once we’re finished, not talking as we stuff our faces. Once finished, the two of us move to the patio to relax and talk.

After discussing at length with Maggie the different candidates for the CEO and CFO positions, I pose a question to her. “What are your thoughts if I didn’t choose any of the candidates for either position?”

Maggie studies me for a minute. “Who would you suggest then? We need someone for each position.”

“You, at the helm,” I mention.

“Me?” she checks. The light bulb goes off above her head a few seconds later. “Me! You want me as CEO?”

“Only if you want it. I know you’d be great. You have the depth of vision, you know how I like things run and you know how to do it.” Pausing for a moment, I add, “And, I trust you completely and know you’re completely capable.”

Tears well up in her eyes. “I’d be honored! Thank you. Thank you, Emma.” Maggie rushes over to hug me.

Finally able to catch my breath after practically being squeezed to death, I comment, “Great. Well, your first order of business is to pick the CFO and hire someone to take over your job as COO.”

“What?” she states dumbfounded.

“If you feel the need, promote from within. I trust you and your judgment.”

“I was going to mention promoting some of the staff, they’ve been doing really well with the changes and some have taken the lead on a few things. I’d rather promote Ryan and Daphne than hire anyone we just spoke to the last few hours. They get the company and we won’t have a learning curve to deal with on many aspects. They’ll need a little training for their new roles, but they’ve always been able to learn quickly.”

“It’s done,” I confirm. “Let them know.”

With the facility underway and our team established, our next task is to take all of the comments and questions from the Covelli staff who have been using the Raven software and map out scripts for all instructional pieces we’ll need to provide for our current and future clients. Maggie sends off detailed instructions for our staff informing them of the promotions, changes and to start creating sales pieces, which include videos and other items, some of which will be used to market our product before we launch.

When dinner time finally arrives, Maggie insists on me staying when Henry’s parents, Mŭqīn, Fŭqīn and Nǎinai arrive. The family falls into its regular routine of eating and chatting into the evening. Seeing that Maggie won’t say anything, I raise my glass of tea to give a toast to our success for the day and that we have established our new staff, with Maggie at the helm as CEO. Everyone cheers and Henry requests one of the maids to open a bottle of champagne as the eight of us celebrate for the rest of the night.

The next day, when we finish lunch and Henry is on his way to his MBA classes, I get Maggie out of the house for a little girl time. Kim and Amy join us at the spa, then we have dinner while the kids continue to have
daddy time
. The four of us comfortably fall into a variety of conversations, some of which we share more about ourselves, feeling free since our girls’ time in Sedona for Maggie and Henry’s bachelor-bachelorette weekend.

Deacon, Maggie’s driver and bodyguard, drops Sadie and me off at my apartment by ten and then continues back down to San Marino with Maggie. Joe and I text, but I don’t invite him over and I don’t agree to go see him. I’m horny and don’t have my period, but the fact that Sadie and I both want to see him already perplexes me.

Friday after a night with my friends, I succumb to my desires for Joe when he drives us back to Pasadena — my hormones are on overdrive. Scared that Sadie might try to stay at Joe’s, my brain and body yank Joe inside, eagerly peeling off his clothes as we kiss. We’re practically naked by the time we make it to my bedroom doorway.

Desperate to stay connected, Joe sensually provides me four orgasms to his two after at least an hour of non-stop stimulation. When Joe comes back from using the bathroom, he snuggles right into me under the covers. He plays with my hair, kissing my shoulder on occasion when he’s not consuming my mouth. At some point, Sadie walks over to us, plopping herself between our bodies, which forces Joe and I to separate physically. We laugh at Sadie’s blatant attempt for attention. After a few minutes of petting or playing with her, Joe gets up, walks around the bed to the window side, and gets back under the covers, spooning me. Sadie moves closer, enough for Joe to still pet her, but she doesn’t try to wedge herself between us again.

Joe whines when I inform him that I’m kicking him out, lagging while he gets dressed and walks to the door.

“Why can’t I stay?” he asks for the third time, engulfing my mouth.

“Just sex,” I remind, finally answering him.

Joe huffs defeat, but continues to kiss me until I literally have to push him out the door after several attempts to guide us both back to my bed.

“Goodnight, Joe,” I bid.

“Goodnight, beautiful,” he reluctantly replies.

Saturday morning, I pack a bag and take Sadie with me to Nathaniel’s to go over some business while also trying to see if I can get a peek at the dress. When lunchtime rolls around, I’m not surprised to see Jared and Pop-Pop until they start acting oddly toward me.

“Why are you being weird?” I ask Jared.

It feels like there’s an elephant in the room.

“I’m not being weird,” he debates.

“Yes, you are,” I press.

“I think it’s time for Emma to see the dress,” Nathan announces.

No one says a word for a few seconds as my eyes dart back and forth to their faces. I eagerly jump up, following Nathan when he starts to leave the room.

Nathan begins babbling, nervous and excited all at once. “I hope you like it. I know you’ll like it. You promise you won’t be mad if there’s a little more skin showing than you might expect. I just had to make it, it fits perfectly with the theme of the movie and Chris’ suit and . . . .”

“I’m sure I’m going to love it,” I encourage, taking his hand.

“I did create an alternate, just in case this is too much for you,” Nathan confesses.

“Nathan, I trust you.”

He turns around and unlocks the closet.

My gaze falls upon a stunning dress that leaves me speechless. It’s the most glamorous, sensual and provocative, yet sophisticated, piece I have ever witnessed Nathan create. “Wow!” my voice expresses breathlessly.

“Seriously?” Nathan checks, interpreting my reaction.

“Yes,” I confirm at a barely audible level as my eyes soaks up every inch of the amazing garment in front of me.

Situated on a manikin, sits a gold dress adorned with gold beads and gems sewn into a see-through gold top layer of fabric. The neck of the dress is a solid, gold bar necklace that alone costs several thousands of dollars. The bodice area of the dress forms tightly to the breasts, draping over the middle of the necklace and back down to the waist with a long, triangular cutout that exposes flesh — and cleavage. Beads and gems cover the entire dress from the neck to the floor with the last few feet of the transparent fabric flowing outward all the way around to a five-foot train. There’s a slit in the dress that is just off to the side of the left leg.

“Do you want to try it on?” Nathan inquires.

“Yes, please,” I agree sharply due my excitement.

He’s cutting it a little close with making sure it fits since the premier is only five days away.

Denise and Nathan assist me with getting the dress on. I have to pin my hair up and remove all of my clothing except my underwear. A giggle trickles past my throat when I realize that I’m wearing one of the pairs of panties that Joe gave me.

“Wow!” Jared comments when the door opens.

“You look absolutely lovely, Emma,” says Pop-Pop.

“Do you have to make any alterations, babe?” Jared checks.

“No. It fits her perfectly,” Nathan replies. He takes my hand and leads me to the floor length, triple mirrors.

I gasp immediately, awe struck when I see my reflection.

“Her hair definitely needs to go up,” Denise mentions. “It’ll look the best that way while preventing it from getting snagged on the dress.”

“Definitely,” agrees Nathan and Jared at the same time.

“I’ll need tape or something to keep my boobs in place,” I add, choking back tears.

“Of course,” Nathan agrees.

My body shakes as I spin slightly, catching a glimpse of the openness of the back of the dress that starts under the necklace and trails all the way down to the small of my back. The beads and gems sparkle under the light.

“How does it feel?” Nathan asks, seeing me turn and shift.

“Good,” I reply. “It feels great.”

“Good,” Nathan sings, clapping his hands.

Everyone stands around in silence for several minutes, letting me soak up the moment.

“I was thinking of having you wear the bracelet Jared gave you,” Nathan comments at some point.

“Okay,” I confirm, unable to look away from the mirror.

“And, your gold Valentino’s,” he adds.

“Sure.”

“Shine some lights on her, babe,” Jared instructs. “We need to know which color underwear she needs to wear without exposing herself too much or at all.”

With Denise’s help, we determine that nude panties are the best way to go. I comment about needing tape over my nipples, but Jared argues that the beads and gems would hide them. He peels back the right side of the top slightly and confirms it, announcing to the room that my lights are on, yet there’s no external indication of my excitement. Nathan has me walk up and down the store, turn, spin and bounce a few times just to make sure nothing will pop out or off of the dress.

“Denise’s sister is going to come and do your hair and makeup, so make sure you bring your entire collection,” Jared informs me while I change out of the dress.

“Okay.”

“You might want to bring some of your jewelry too. Nathan might see a pair of earrings or something else that adds to the piece,” he adds.

I nod my understanding.

“You okay,
Kitten
?” Jared checks, eyeing me.

“Yeah,” I mumble.

“Excited and nervous?” he speculates.

“Yeah,” I agree.

Since Nathan has all of the pieces finished and is just really knit-picking over minor things, he, Jared, Pop-Pop, Sadie and I head back to his and Jared’s place for dinner. I settle into my room after a long walk on the beach with Jared and Sadie. Jared joins me in my room like old times, letting Nathan rest since he’s been pulling early mornings and late nights for weeks now. Pop-Pop is already asleep in the next-door bedroom.

“Pop-Pop’s met a lady friend,” Jared suddenly announces.

“Really? Good. Good for him,” I commend.

“Now we definitely need to find him a place out here,” Jared admits.

We snicker at the thought of Pop-Pop needing privacy with his friend.

“Maggie seems to be completely back to her usual self,” he adds.

“Definitely,” I agree. “How are you handling things with Naturally Me?”

“Good. Great,” Jared honestly answers. “We’ve got a backlog of topics to do and I know the ins and outs of how you handle everything on the site and the videos. The team’s been really great and Pop-Pop has really taken quickly to everything.”

“Good,” I praise.

“How’s Maggie handling the new position?”

“Wonderfully. I think it’s reinvigorated her,” I offer. “She was already doing better since the . . . but now, it’s like it never happened.”

“She’s always been quick to move on,” he comments.

“Yeah.”

“So, what’s new with you?” Jared inquires.

“What do you mean?” I inspect.

He knows everything that’s going on with me — okay, maybe not
everything
.

“Just checking in to see if I’ve missed anything,” he states oddly.

“No,” I reply, unsure of what he might be hinting toward.

My phone suddenly chirps from a text message. I glance in its general vicinity, but ignore it.

“Do you need to get that?” Jared checks.

“No. It’s nothing important and it’s late,” I remark.

“You sure?” he questions speculatively.

“Yep,” I concur.

“Might be important,” Jared quips.

“Nope,” I disagree, wanting to downplay it.

Jared doesn’t pry any further and I don’t reveal anything.

Jared stays with me in the room, hanging out like we always do. When I notice that he has fallen asleep by the way he’s breathing, I grab my phone and text Joe back. We exchange a few lines of communication, but there definitely isn’t anything time sensitive to his comments.

Realizing that Jared is out for the night, I cover him with the blankets and turn off the bedside light before tucking myself in. Sadie curls up and sleep surrounds me easily after midnight.

The next night Sadie and I stay in Santa Monica and end up heading home early Monday morning after going to Nathaniel’s with the guys. I work all day Monday from home, doing my best to avoid my itch for Joe.

Tuesday afternoon, Sadie and I arrive at Maggie’s just after she and Henry finish eating lunch. Maggie and I go over more business things two hours past Henry leaves for his MBA class. Taking a break, Maggie and I retire to her bedroom to hide away from the staff as they perform their daily duties around the house, giving us more privacy to talk.

Like old times, Maggie and I chat about random things as we do on occasion. My heart fills with joy being able to spend some quality time with my best girlfriend, who is already excelling since taking on the CEO role of Raven and is genuinely looking forward to her and Henry having children. One of these days, I’m going to need to ask her how she does it, letting go of the pain, hoping that there might be some good advice to help with the death of my parents.

After some giggling, Maggie slides closer to me on the bed and kisses me.

“Henry will be home soon,” I comment, not sure if I want to be caught doing it in their bed.

Maggie’s head turns to check the clock. “We have some time,” she coaxes.

“You sure?”

“Henry and Joe usually end up talking to some of their classmates afterward, causing dinner to not be served until he gets home which is usually seven,” she explains. “Besides, I need this . . . I need you.”

Seeing the desperation in my friend’s face, I can’t deny her — we’ve got an hour. Moving closer to Maggie, my lips reach to comfort her. As I lower her to the bed, my mouth explores her neck and my nose registers the faint smell of her arousal, causing moisture to form between my legs. Dropping my right hand, my fingers quickly make their way under Maggie’s dress and over her panties, discovering just how wet she really is when they glide over her sex.

By the time I’ve got Maggie completely naked, where I’m still wearing my bra and panties, my face is buried between her legs about to make her cum, until suddenly my head jerks up at the sound of the bedroom door being opened.

“Hey, honey,” Maggie greets Henry.

A wicked grin dances across Henry’s face — not because he’s caught us, but I believe it’s because he’s happy to finally see us in action.

“Come join us,” Maggie encourages.

“What?” I blurt, watching Henry carefully close the door behind him.

“Don’t worry, Emma,” Maggie soothes. “He’ll just be with me.”

My eyes dart to Henry and he nods confirmation.

“O . . . okay,” I mumble, unsure of this whole situation.

“We promise,” Maggie reassures. “Now, don’t stop.”

“Make her cum, please,” Henry innocently requests. “I want to see and hear you make her cum.”

Swallowing hard at the situation unfolding, I look back down to Maggie, who is smiling from ear to ear, back up to Henry who is tentatively taking a few steps closer. Henry reaches cautiously in his pocket and pulls out his phone. I watch his fingers hit a few buttons before he lifts it to his ear.

“We’re going to be a few minutes,” he announce into the device.

I guess that’s a good way to let the staff know that dinner will be served at its usual time without exposing anything that’s occurring between his wife and me.

Opening my mouth, I gradually lower back down to lick Maggie’s clit, but my eyes stay glued to Henry as he cautiously sets his phone down and sits on the edge of the bed. Three of my fingers slide in and out of Maggie, bringing her closer to orgasm. She reaches up for Henry, desperate to touch him. Henry sweetly obliges, reaching out to her as well, lowering his lips to her as his hand slides down Maggie’s arm and cups her breast. Their attention stays on each other as I manipulate Maggie’s vagina, pushing her closer until she finally climaxes all over my fingers.

As I finish lapping up her juice, Maggie kisses me deeply, tasting as much as she can. Then, she turns to Henry, letting him enjoy it as well. Maggie begins to undress Henry, starting with his shirt, while I wait for her cue. When Henry finishes shrugging out of his top, Maggie crawls over to me with a look I know too well. Her mouth springs to mine and our hands caress each other. She takes off my bra and then devours each of my breasts, sucking them. My mind drifts to Joe’s mouth instead of Maggie’s and moisture drips more from my sex.

Maggie makes her way down my belly, slowly tugging off my panties. My body temporarily panics when I realize that I’m completely naked in front of Henry and notice that he’s only wearing underwear.

“It’s okay,” Maggie soothes, lowering her mouth to my folds.

My head drops to the bed when she slips in a few fingers, stimulating me in all the right places. Her tongue tornadoes along my nub and the only thing I can think of to make this easier is imagining Joe between my legs. When the bed shifts, my attention is brought back to the present. I find myself oddly aroused while I watch a naked Henry fondle Maggie’s lower back and ass with his hands before his head dips behind her hips out of my view. The moan vibrating into my sex from Maggie confirms that Henry is tasting her while she pleasures me.

Soon, my mind and body relax, allowing me to enjoy the sensations.

“Make her cum,” Henry directs.

I almost laugh hearing his words.

“Make her cum and then you can cum,” he encourages.

Maggie groans in protest, probably because Henry has temporarily stopped doing something she was really enjoying.

Picking up the pace, Maggie’s fingers pulse inside me more intently. As the release stirs inside me, my left hand grips in her hair as my pelvis rocks over her face. The feeling of being filled more occurs, causing the orgasm to shatter into my body. As my convulsions subside, I hear Maggie announce her climax as well.

Maggie folds her body on top of me before my spasms finish, thrusting her sex over mine. We fervently kiss as she rocks her hips, causing our clitorises to rub against each other. Henry watches in amazement as she and I make each other orgasm again.

Giving me a chance to catch my breath, Maggie curls onto Henry’s lap, positioning him inside her. I watch the two of them for several minutes, finding myself yearning to feel Joe inside me.

I get the courage to straddle Henry’s legs, placing myself behind Maggie with my chest to her back. Maggie bounces her mouth back and forth to mine and Henry’s as she slides up and down his shaft. My hands explore her body, clasping onto her nipples and even lowering to play with her nub while one of her hands holds onto Henry’s shoulder as the other holds me tight against her.

Maggie suddenly peels herself off of Henry, leaving Henry and me on the bed staring blankly at each other. “Don’t move, you two,” she instructs.

Henry and I don’t move a muscle. We barely take a breath for air.

Now this is weird.

What feels like minutes, Maggie finally comes back with a toy her hand. She guides me to the side of her once she’s back on Henry and places the toy inside of me. To not freak out at the closer proximity I am to Henry, my hands cup her face and my mouth consumes hers. Maggie’s hand holds steady, keeping the dildo inside of me as my hips rock down and she resumes riding Henry.

At some point, I feel a larger, warmer hand wrapped around my waist, but I don’t flinch — especially when Henry’s face is a few inches from mine. My left hand drifts down, playing with myself as I get closer to orgasm. As soon as my release arrives, Maggie and Henry are not far behind.

I discretely move away, allowing them to have a moment. As I’m drying off the dildo with a towel in the bathroom, Maggie startles me. She kindly brings me my clothes and tells me that she and Henry are heading down to the kitchen and we’ll have dinner when I come down to join them.

“We good?” Maggie inspects.

“We’re good,” I assure.

“Thank you,” she says, kissing me on the cheek.

She’s out the door before I get the chance to reply.

A smile adorns my face the whole way down to the kitchen and all the way out onto the patio, where Arnold informs me dinner is taking place. My expression quickly changes when I see another person joining Maggie and Henry at the table — Joe.

Joe and I greet each other and I watch him and Henry carefully to see if anything was said before I came down. I don’t notice anything, but it still feels just as embarrassing as if something had been divulged.

I sit in awkward silence as Maggie and Henry strike up conversations. Joe chimes in from time to time, but I’m ultimately mute for the entire meal.

Joe offers to take me home and I forced to accept after Maggie points out that there’s no need to call a cab since we’re both going to practically the same location. Joe, Sadie and I sit in his car in silence the majority of the ride home.

“You okay,” Joe checks as we approach Pasadena.

“Mmm hmm,” I confirm.

“They didn’t say anything, by the way,” he chuckles.

My eyes widen and shoot to him.

“They didn’t have to,” he expresses.

My gaze turns toward the road in front of us.

“I could tell,” he begins. “The smell of you and by how you’ve been acting.” He lifts our joined hands and kisses the back of my knuckles.

Neither of us say anything as we get back to town and make our way up to my apartment.

Once I get the door open, Joe’s mouth seizes mine. “God, I want you,” he sinfully admits.

“Fuck me,” I decree.

Joe bites his lip before replying, “Gladly.”

His mouth takes mine and we dance together as one while our hands fumble with our own clothing and each other’s. When we reach the bed, we’re naked and Joe has a condom on. He climbs on top of me, but then rolls, placing me on top.

“No,” I state, struggling to get back under him.

My body needs him to plow into the depths of me.

Without question, Joe rotates our bodies and slides all the way inside.

“Yes,” I confirm my desires.

Joe lifts his body up to a kneeling position while my back stays on the bed. With a wicked grin, he takes hold of my hips and starts pumping inside of me. My eyes roll back, my hands grip tight on the edge of the mattress as my back arches, rejoicing in the sensation.

Suddenly Joe stops and I’m compelled to look at him. “What the hell?” I shout.

“Where’s B.O.B.?”

“Why?”

Joe confirms his thoughts with a look in his eye.

“Down there.” I point to the nightstand closest to him.

A grunt releases from my throat when Joe’s penis leaves my body.

Joe moves fast, grabbing B.O.B. and then hands him to me. My eyes flutter when Joe enters me again and it takes me a moment to activate B.O.B.. Steadying B.O.B. over my nub, I have a hard time keeping him in place as Joe slams into my body, wanting to enjoy the deep penetration. Joe stops thrusting each time my hand moves away from my sex, forcing me to focus.

Suddenly, an orgasm explodes inside of me, followed by another one as Joe continues to push inside while B.O.B. rests to the side.

Joe lowers himself down, pressing his chest into mine. His mouth explores my neck as his steady paced thrusts never falter from when he was kneeling.

“Make me cum,” I pant. I shift my waist slightly, causing my request to be met rather abruptly. “God . . . Joooooooe,” my voice hoarsely moans.

“Emma,” Joe grunts into my ear, cumming simultaneously.

We lay memorized by the moment, taking it all in.

Suddenly, I become embarrassed and try to hide my face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Joe asks, turning my cheek for me to look at him.

“Nothing,” I lie.

“I think it’s hot,” he professes.

“What?”

“That you and Maggie got caught by Henry,” he explains.

I burry my face again.

“How many times did she make you cum?” he inquires.

“Three,” I admit, unable to look at him.

“And, Henry?”

My head snaps in his direction. “Eww, no!”

“Oh, sorry,” he bashfully apologies. “I didn’t know how it was with the three of you.”

“There is no three of us,” I inform. “That was the first time.”

“So Henry just watched?”

“Kind of . . . mostly,” I answer. “He and Maggie went at it.”

“And, you watched them?”

“Not really, um . . .” I blush.

“Tell me what happened,” he eagerly requests. “Please.”

“Why?”

“I’m curious,” he admits.

“Haven’t you had three-ways?” I question.

“No,” he bashfully admits.

“Seriously?”

“Yes, seriously.”

“I can’t believe that you haven’t had multiple women throw themselves at you,” I comment in disbelief.

“I have. I just never took them up on their offer,” he explains.

“Why not?” I peruse.

“I’m picky, and I have to be careful because of who I am,” he says.

“Why . . .” I start, then my brain registers his comment. “Oh.”

“I’ve seen enough people use and be used in even our social circles as well as many consequences for both parties involved.”

“Makes sense,” I reply.

“Please . . . tell me,” he requests again.

I nervously recount the details of our little threesome.

“Would you next time?” he searches.

“What?”

“Interact with Henry?”

“No! No,” I confirm. “Maggie and I have shared a guy in the past, but never one of her boyfriends. And, I most certainly won’t fuck her husband. She knows that.”

“How many have you had?” he inquires.

“Threesomes?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know,” I honestly admit. “A few.”

With a smile, Joe asks, “When was your last one, before tonight, with Maggie and Henry?”

My mind recounts and I instantly panic, not wanting to share.

“What? When?” Joe presses.

Tilting my head to the side, unable to look at him, I mumble, “With Chris and Molly.”

“Oh,” Joe replies a little somberly. “Oh!” His voice perks up.

“What?”

“I remember hearing about that one,” he chuckles.

“When . . . ” I start, but then I remember when he overheard Maggie and I talking about it. “Why are you suddenly perky?”