LOGINShare
Valentine's Day Party
Last Updated:
2024-10-29 19:42:56Related chapters
Asking for a Friend Nightcap
LAYTON“Let’s do it,” she agreed, falling into step beside me as we made our way out of the office.The Freedom Trail was an iconic two and a half mile walking tour that featured sixteen nationally significant historic sites. Traditionally, the tours took place during the day.On days like Valentine’s Day though, they offered tours starting later and ended with a historic pub crawl. Marissa and I talked about the trail on the way to the starting point. I would’ve liked to have surprised her with the pub crawl at the end, but I figured this way she knew I wasn’t just taking her on a long, snowy walk for our date.“We have a tour guide who will be dressed in an eighteenth century costume. They’ll take us to a couple of sites before we visit four pubs on Blackstone Block. According to the website, that was where the Revolution was brewed and where the players got their courage and inspiration.”Marissa laughed, a sound that was like music to my ears. “Figures no one would’ve been able to
Asking for a Friend I Need You
MARISSALayton paused for just a fraction of a second and I was sure he was going to put a stop to our heated kiss. I still wasn’t sure who had initiated it or how exactly it had happened. I only knew that as soon as we stepped inside his apartment, we crashed together like magnets which had no choice but to join.His tongue swept into my mouth and I let out a moan, trying to store the way he tasted and the feel of his lips deep in my mind in case he stopped. In case I never got to kiss the man again.Suddenly, his moment of hesitation vanished. He let out a sound somewhere between a low groan and a needy growl and deepened the kiss.One of his hands came to my neck and cupped it at the nape, holding me to him. The other came to my cheek, his fingers brushing the edge of my hair. He tilted my head to where he wanted it, devouring me as he started walking backward and bringing me to him.Having never been to his apartment before, I kept expecting us to crash into something. But we didn
Asking for a Friend Dreaming About You
MARISSA“You’ve been dreaming about me?” I asked, struggling to keep my train of thought from running away with me when his lips closed over a hardened nipple.“Mmm,” he hummed, causing ripples of goosebumps to raise on my flesh. When he released me, it was to look up into my eyes from my chest. “So many dreams. So many dirty, filthy dreams.”I didn’t know if it was simply something he said in the heat of the moment, but I would be damned if it didn’t turn said heat up to mercurial levels. As he kissed a path down my stomach to where I was wet and achy for him, I could only whisper, “Show me.”“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he breathed, gripping my thighs to spread them to make space for his shoulders. There was a beat where his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, almost as if he were savoring the moment, then he leaned forward and expertly licked and sucked me into two orgasms before finally relenting.I was spent, but somehow still needy. There were tiny droplets of sweat dotting his
Asking for a Friend Call HR
LAYTON“Yeah? I bet you can get it in two tries.” Marissa giggled, crumbling two sheets of paper into her hand and shooting them one after the other in the general direction of the trash can in the corner of my office.Both pieces of paper landed way short of their target. I laughed and gave her a pat on the back. “What did we bet again?”She shot me a playful glare, elbowing me in the stomach. “Double or nothing.”I motioned for her to go ahead, desperately wanting to wrap my arms around her. It had been a week since our date at the Freedom Trail and the night that followed. It had been, without a doubt, one of the best nights of my fucking life.Marissa agreed to stay and after what turned out to be a series of naps instead of a decent night’s sleep, neither of us could get enough of the other. After our first relatively frenzied romp, we hit the shower, the bed again and eventually ended up on the kitchen floor.Our relationship had changed since then. We spent more time together,
Asking for a Friend Shocker
LAYTON“Care to make another wager?” Marissa asked now, drawing me out of my head and bringing me back into my office with her. Her sweet scent hung in the air around me—vanilla and flowery today. It intoxicated me, made me want to invite her home again so I could get that scent all over my sheets.Looking into her happy blue eyes, I nodded. “I’m always ready to make a wager with you. What will it be this time?”She held up the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. “If I can hit you in the head, you tell me what’s on your mind. You checked out on me for a second there. Don’t even bother denying it. You had this weirdly soft look in your eyes.”“Weirdly soft?” I scoffed, trying my best to sound wounded. “Nothing about me is weird. And I don’t do soft, I’m hard all over babe.”Her cheeks flushed, but she refused to back down. “Don’t I know it? That’s what makes it so interesting to know what you were thinking about.”You, I wanted to say. Telling her the truth was on the tip of my tongue
Asking for a Friend What's Wrong with My Daughter?
MARISSA“Why didn’t you call, Dee? How long has she been like this? What’s wrong?” The questions tumbled out of my mind one after the other. I was sitting in the back of Denise’s car, as close to Annie as our respective seat belts would allow.I had her clammy hand in mine, my thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of her hand. Denise caught my eyes in the rearview mirror, worry shining through stress clouded by more worry. “It started a couple of hours ago. She threw up once, then it just kept happening.”I reached for Annie’s forehead, trying to determine if her fever had gotten any worse since we left my office. She felt the same, but she looked much worse.Her eyes were closed, her head resting against the window. She was breathing fine, but deeply. Denise looked at me again. “I’m not sure what it is. I gave her some flu medication, but I don’t know if she kept it down long enough for it to make a difference. I don’t think it’s the flu. She keeps complaining about her stomac
Asking for a Friend At the Doctor
MARISSAScooping a shivering, green around the gills Annie into my arms, I carried her into the office. She snuggled her face into the crook of my neck, clinging to me. “I don’t like doctors, Mommy.”I stroked her hair and held her tight. “I know sweetie, but they’re going to make you feel better.”There were four other children waiting with their parents to be seen by the doctors. Several other people sat waiting their turn. Some sniffled, their noses red and their pallor gray.One little boy cried loudly, holding his arm. His fingers were swollen and his mother was causing a scene, insisting they couldn’t wait. From the look of him, I tended to agree with her.They were swept into the doctor’s consulting room next, causing some other people who had been waiting longer to grumble. Denise came in a few minutes later, taking a seat on the other side of Annie.We waited in tense silence for our turn. Denise tried to assure me there was no way I could’ve seen Annie’s illness coming.“Don
Asking for a Friend Not Her
LAYTONTwenty-four hours and still no word from Marissa. I consulted with a new client in the morning. An interesting man who wanted to build an off the grid tree house to live in about an hour outside the city.The project was bound to be both challenging and something totally different than anything I was used to. I was excited to get into it, but struggling to concentrate on the design.Sitting behind my drafting table, I stared down at the empty sheet of paper in front of me. My pencil clutched between my fingers, I had yet to draw so much as one line.Marissa was on my mind. I kept wondering what she might think of the project. I wondered if she would be as excited about it as I was, and I looked forward to seeing how she put the reports on this one together.The client was adventurous, but his budget didn’t match his dream. To say it would be tight was an understatement. There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone could put it together inside budget and make his residential dre
Latest chapter
Asking for a Friend Epilogue Part 2
LAYTONIt was still early, the sun wasn’t even fully risen yet. Annie and I had both snuck out of bed early this morning to make this breakfast. Marissa was fast asleep, lying on her side on the bed.Annie set down the tray and the glass and shook Marissa’s shoulders. “Mommy! Wake up Mommy! We have a surprise for you.”Marissa’s eyes blinked open slowly, confusion clouding them until she rubbed it away as she sat up and took in the scene in front of her. “What’s all this?”“We’re celebrating,” I told her. “I spoke to Craig earlier. They’re on their way to the site for the final clean up. The building’s finally done.”Her lips curled into a sleepy smile. “I can’t believe that it’s over. It’s really all done?”“It’s really all done,” I confirmed, picking up the tray and placing her plate on it on her lap. “Eat up, we’ve got a lot of celebrating ahead of us today.”“Shouldn’t I be the one feeding you breakfast in bed for this?” She asked, frowning slightly. Lifting up the duvet, she patt
Asking for a Friend Epilogue Part 1
LAYTONIn the past two months since Annie’s first ballet recital, there had been three more. Which were four more recitals than I ever thought I would attend. Or actually enjoy.But I did enjoy them. I enjoyed them so much I was even starting to consider myself something of an expert in ballet. I knew was arabesque meant, what pas de deux was, and that attitude referred to a position in classical ballet, and not a little girl shaking her finger in your face.I watched Annie practicing every night, since I had now officially moved in with them. So officially that there was a tenant renting my place and everything. Marissa didn’t know it yet, but I had been looking at houses for us online for the last couple of weeks.Most of my furniture was now in storage since our house wasn’t big enough for all my furniture and all of Marissa’s. I didn’t love the thought of my stuff gathering dust in a storage unit and I wanted us to have a place that was truly ours, not mine or hers.I had to wait
Asking for a Friend Tiny Dancer
MARISSALayton also threw himself deeper into his commitment to our family. He started driving Annie to school sometimes or offering to pick her up. He took her fishing a few more times and taught her how to play catch.Our lives together was everything I was ever too afraid to hope for. Watching him watch her recital now, tears burned the backs of my eyes.His eyes still hadn’t left the stage for so much as second and I could see the pride he was feeling, I felt it too. He was so much better of a father to Annie than Brice ever could have been. And he stepped into that role gracefully and seriously.I wondered if he would bolt when he eventually realized she was starting to look at him as her dad, but he’d done the complete opposite. On the contrary, he freaking loved being her ‘dad.’The final notes of the recital ended, the girls all dipping into low bows as the hall exploded in applause. Parents leaped to their feet and Layton and I joined them.“She was fantastic,” he yelled into
Asking for a Friend Sixth Months of Heaven
MARISSALayton’s eyes were glued to Annie on stage. Watching him now, it was hard to remember a time when I doubted his love or his commitment to her. Or to me, for that matter.The past six months had been perfect. A fairy tale I never believed was in the cards for me. But somewhere, somehow, someone sent Layton to me and let me keep him.After I finally told him I loved him, there was no turning back. And neither of us wanted to. We came clean to Annie about our relationship that same week and she was thrilled.She hugged both of us and refused to let us go. That next week Layton stayed over for the first time that Annie knew of. She was so excited when she saw him arriving with an overnight bag that she zoomed and bounced around all night before finally crashing hard. When she fell asleep, it was on the couch between us.Layton had insisted on being the one to carry her to her bedroom and when he came back to the living room, he had this expression of absolute serenity on his face.
Asking for a Friend Living the Dream
LAYTON“I was just thinking about something that happened with Annie a few weeks ago,” I told him, shaking the memories out of my head. As the site came back into focus, I noticed how much progress there had been in the week since I was last here. “It’s looking good, Craig. You guys are really outdoing yourself on this one.”“We’re doing our best,” he said, shrugging. “I encouraged you to do this by yourself without that other asshole involved. Least I can do is to have your back now that you’re actually doing it.”“Thanks, man. I appreciate it.” I still couldn’t believe some days that this building really was all mine. I tried not to think about it too much, since there was still a lot that could go wrong. I didn’t want to tempt fate by thinking about how well it was going. “Has the flooring been delivered yet?”“Right on time,” Craig said. “They delivered on Friday morning as promised.”I breathed out a sigh of relief. The people who manufactured the flooring called two weeks ago to
Asking for a Friend We're a Family
LAYTONSix months after Marissa first told me she loved me, I walked onto the construction site where the museum was just about done. The scaffolding was coming off today and the team was moving inside. We had two months left to go, tops.The past six months had been the best months of my life. By a long shot. The museum was progressing without any major hold-ups, which was more of a relief than I cared to admit out loud.Marissa, Annie and I were doing better than ever. In the last few weeks, we’d started talking about moving in together, and I was sure it was going to happen soon.I knew it was going to be an adjustment to live together, especially for Annie and me, but it was what I wanted more than anything. I wanted to wake up next to Marissa every morning, to have breakfast with her and Annie before we headed to work.I wanted to be there to tuck Annie in at night and to spend lazy weekends with them. Only a year ago, if anyone had told me I would ever want that kind of life, I
Asking for a Friend Tasting Him
MARISSAStars exploded behind my eyelids. The intensity of the orgasm building inside me was astonishing. My body was going to be blown to dust when it hit, but I couldn’t freaking wait for that glorious release. I gripped the sheets harder, trying to anchor myself against the powerful sensations ripping through me.My hands flew to his hair next, tugging it as I held him to me. Knowing my body better than I did, he knew exactly what I needed. Bringing his lips to my clit, he sucked the little bud in between them and flicked it with his mouth.That perfect pressure sent my body skyrocketing. I stifled a cry, relieved somewhere in the back of my mind I had the pillow handy and crushed it over my face. Sensation crashed into me as I came, overwhelming me with a pleasure I would never get used to.Floating in a bubble of ecstatic bliss, my body went limp. When I opened my eyes, Layton was there wearing a satisfied smile.But it was too tight, too strained. His muscles were tense and his
Asking for a Friend Raw
MARISSALayton’s lips on mine were the best thing that I’d ever felt and I never wanted him to stop. I writhed against him, feeling him hard as steel against my center as he continued to kiss the crap out of me. He dipped his head lower and licked a path to my breasts, his hands on the hem of my shirt.There was something we had to do, somewhere we had to go. But I’d lost track of my train of thought. Warm hands came up to cup my breasts over my pajama top, his thumbs dragging over my puckered nipples. A shiver ran through me. I was so damn wet. I wanted him so bad.“Cold?” Layton asked huskily.I shook my head, closing my eyes for a second as I tried to find words. And figure out that gnawing feeling that we had to move. “No, just—”Layton gave me a sexy, knowing smile. “Me too. Let’s take this to your bedroom, shall we? We definitely shouldn’t let Annie find us like this.”Fuck.Annie.Of course, that was why we had to move. I nodded at Layton. “Let’s go.”His hands dropped to cup
Asking for a Friend Prove It To Her
LAYTONHolding the NDA out to her, she took it and her eyes dropped immediately to the signature line. Which was blank. “I didn’t sign it. I told him to tell Banks where he could shove his insane requests.”Marissa blinked, a huge smile spreading on her face. “Annie’s sleeping, but would you like to come inside?”I nodded, pulling her into my arms as the door closed behind me. Marissa lifted herself up on her toes and kissed me, her fingers winding into the hair around the nape of my neck. When we broke apart, she kept her hands where they were and spoke with her lips inches away from mine. “I love you, Layton. I love you so much.”My heart hammered louder and harder than it ever had before. It was trying to beat its way out of my chest to climb into hers. That was what it felt like, anyway. It already belonged to her, it might as well have done it.I blinked at her, taken aback by hearing the words I wasn’t sure I would ever hear from her. “Could you repeat that?”She smiled. “As man
