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2024-10-29 19:42:56I was laughing as I danced, but I was more aware of him that anything I was doing or feeling. I was more conscious of the way he was fiddling with the cufflink at his right wrist, the way his lips were curved into a wanting smirk, and the way his eyes shamelessly roamed over my body. More than that, more than all three things put together, I was aware of the gradual darkening of the blue hue of his irises. I was aware of the building lust and need and raw sexuality that swirled in them, reaching out to me and surrounding me.
And they did. Surround me. Completely and utterly.
My body heated to an unimaginable level, and every part of me begged to be touched by him. Tingles, tugs, wanting trembles… They overtook me again and again, leaving my skin covered in goose bumps and my heart pounding.
Then his eyes met mine. They finished their visual caress of my body an
The tension kept me going. George stroked himself slowly as I rubbed circles around my clit, sliding my fingers down and dipping them inside myself. “Fuck, Gina. If you had any idea how you look right now…” The rawness of his voice made my eyelids flutter shut. “Tell me. Tell me what you see right now, standing in front of me while I touch myself for you.” “You look like perfection. You’re sexy in the rawest way, and it drives me fucking crazy. I can see how wet you are, can see it on your fingers each time you slide them back out of your gorgeous cunt. And knowing I did that makes me the smuggest son of a bitch in this city.” I fought the buck of my hips and the pressure from the quickly building orgasm. “And you?” I asked hoarsely. “Hard, baby. I’m rock solid and it’s all because of you. All for you.” The bed creaked and dipped as he moved forwa
I stabbed a piece of lettuce with a force it didn’t deserve. “Merde,” I muttered.George smirked. “Most know bonjour as their primarily used French word. Of course my woman knows merde.”“You taught me it.” I chewed slowly. “It’s an easy word to remember.”I placed my fork down beside my plate and ignored his lowered chuckle. My eyes scoured the view outside our window until they fell on the familiar shape of the Louvre. My heart skipped a beat. My favorite place in the world.“I know what you’re looking at.”“Please,” I asked without taking my eyes from it. “I promise it’ll be the only time I’ll make you come with me.”He grinned and waved at a waiter for the bill. “I was waiting for you to ask.”Excitement built, and I smiled at him
“What if we had plans?” I stepped away and raised an eyebrow.“We did.” He sighed heavily and leaned against the counter. “Now we have new ones. Believe me. I’m not happy about it, Gina.”“Can’t you just explain you’re not working this week? That this is a vacation?”“No.”“Well, who is it?”“Who?”I clicked my tongue. “The person organizing it.”“Oh. No one important. I’m not sure they’ll even be there.” He turned away and poured a cup of coffee.“George.”“Leave it, Gina.”Ass. I placed my mug down with a little too much force and stormed into the bedroom. There wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to stay in the room with him in a mood like this.
I jumped away from him as if his touch was burning me. And it was. So were his words.Did he…Was that…“Wife?”There was no mistaking the accusatory tone in my whisper or the way my hands were now clasped against my stomach, shaking frantically. Holy fucking hell.“Yes.”I felt sick.I clapped my hand over my mouth and turned away from him. Betrayal sliced through my body, leaving no part untouched by the overwhelming sting.“She’s my ex-wife, actually. We’d be divorced if she didn’t keep stalling on the agreement.”“You’re still married. She’s still your wife.” Oh God.“We’ve been separated for two years.”I shook my head. Bile was rising up my throat. I fought to swallow it back down, to kill the sick
I accepted that. I had to. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have this job. I’d be flipping burgers or smiling politely at snobby women in a high-end boutique somewhere.I hid. I pretended. I lied.My life was a lie.It wa full of cheating and things that meant nothing.I always lived for the other side of it. When I was Gina, I wished I could be Christy—confident and outgoing and out there. When I was Christy, I wished I could be Gina—curled up in my pajamas with a tub of ice cream in front of the television, laughing with my best friend.Either way, I was not completely happy.The last few weeks had changed that. Being with George again reminded me of everything I’d left behind. He reminded me what it is to look into the eyes of someone who cares and smile. What it is to feel red-hot desire rushing through your veins and to feel that desi
START OF THE CALL GIRL BOOK 2.You know life has taken a shit turn when your underwear doesn’t match.And the quality of that underwear is a guide to measure the shitness on.Me? I was pretty sure I had a hole on the waistband of these boy shorts, so, yeah. My life was at Epically Fucked with a heavy dose of Heartbreak Hell on the life quality guide.But what can you do?Tuck your change from the cashier into the pocket of your sweatpants and grab your ice cream—that’s what.I got into my car, my ice cream snug on the passenger’s seat, and pulled away from the store. Tonight was my final night of the allotted seven-day mourning period after the breakdown of a relationship, so basically, it was my last chance to be a miserable bitch in public. Okay, so I added a couple of days onto the mourning period, but whatever. I plannn
My best friend raised her eyebrows with a shake of her head. “What?” “How can you do that? Leave the guy you’re in love with and think about sleeping with other guys?” “I’m kidding myself that maybe there’ll be a hot hunk of a guy waiting for me this weekend and he’ll fuck all the heartbreak out of me.” Brenda stared at me blankly. “Kidding. I’m kidding. Geez.” “I wondered there for a minute.” She tapped a long fingernail against her mouth. “Do you have to go back to work? You have savings, right?” “I’m not retiring at twenty-four because of a fucking guy, Brenda. I’m going to have one hell of a good cry tonight, let it all out. Then, tomorrow, I’ll get my shit together. If I sit at home every day, I’ll spend my life wondering if I made the right decision or not.” “You did. Make the r
She stopped in the doorway, her waist accentuated by her tailored blazer, and ran her eyes over me. “You look like fucking shit.”“Nice to see you, too, Monica. So kind of you to drop by without calling.”“Leila called. You think I was gonna let you run away before I could talk to you?”“A chance would have been nice.” I smiled tightly and perched on a stool at the breakfast bar. “What do you want?”“Any coffee left in there?” She nodded to the machine and poured one before I could answer. Typical Monica. Why wait for an answer when you can just find out yourself?I rolled my eyes as she sat down and sipped casually at her coffee. Fuck her and her games.“What do you want, Monica? You’re not my favorite person right now if you hadn’t guessed.”Sh
EpilogueFour Months Later“No, no, no!” I dropped my forehead to the table. “Why is this so hard for them to get right? Champagne and ivory are not the same color. The seat sashes are supposed to be champagne, not fucking ivory!”Brenda patted my shoulder. “There, there, Bridezilla. You have three months still to chew their asses out until they get it right.”“Brenda, with the amount George is paying them to get it right, I shouldn’t have to be chewing asses.” I sighed and straightened again. “This is crazy. Why can’t we just elope in some tropical country and get married without all this fancy crap?”My best friend laughed and shut the laptop down. “Okay, babe. Let’s get you a drink. You and I both know you wouldn’t want to have this any other way.”“I know. I just… I
I was not getting it out of him no matter how hard I tried. I knew he wouldn’t give anything away until he was good and ready, so I was stuck sitting here in my awkward limbo until he did. Stuck here, wondering, waiting, what-iffing.Our plates were cleared away and replaced with our main course. Again, it was eaten in silence, our eyes flitting from our plates to each other’s. The only difference was that there was a zinging of tension, one tight enough to cut, and I swallowed hard. My fork clattered as I placed it against my plate and looked at him firmly.“Do you want dessert?” he asked innocently, his steady voice betraying the tightness between us.“No. I want to know what this is.”“This? It’s dinner in the Eiffel Tower, sweetheart.”“No. What is it? Why are you doing it?”Geo
He prodded me in the side. “I think I found desires you weren’t aware of over the last few days.”Ah, this much wass true. Who knew having sex in front of a large bay window in the middle of the day was so fun?“I was very much aware of them. They’d just never been satisfied before now.”“They’ll continue to be satisfied, too.”“I should hope so.”He laughed quietly, burying his face into my neck. “Sit up. Let me wash your hair.”I did as he said, and he grabbed the showerhead from the little holder I placed it in for easy reach. When the water was the right temperature, I leaned my head back and let him wet my hair.“Ivan’s coming back to Seattle in a few weeks.”“He is?”“Hmm. He said he’ll call you to arra
“Again?”“Mhmm.”“Oh no.” I wrestled myself from him. “No, no, no!”I laughed, running through the apartment. And as I slammed the office door shut behind me, I realized my mistake.You never run from someone willing to stalk you until he can catch you.“Gina.” He hummed my name through the door. “Do I need to break the door down?”“That’s a habit for you.”“Open the fucking door. The longer you keep me waiting out here, the harder I’ll have to fuck you.”Oh, silly, silly man. When will he realized that, that was not a bad thing at all?I giggled and tapped out a random beat on the door. Truth was, I had no intention of letting George Stone fuck me right now.I planned to sit him on that fancy-ass leather chair an
“We are?” “Yes. You’re wearing my shirt again, and I believe it was some six hours ago I was promising to fuck you on my desk, so I suggest you get your ass into my office and hop up onto that desk pronto.” “You’re getting more demanding by the day, Mr. Stone.” I added some extra wiggle to my hips as I walked, and I was rewarded by a low growl of pleasure behind me. And punished with a sharp smack on my ass. “I never said anything about a demand. I’m requiring you get on my damn desk. Now move.” *** “Thank you.” George took a large envelope from someone and closed the door behind him. I watched from my slouched position on the sofa as he pulled a letter opener from the kitchen drawer and sliced the letter open. Because who doesn’t keep one of those in their kitchen?
It was ten in the morning and George still wasn’t up.That alone told me how much yesterday tired him. He was incapable of sleeping past six. Crazy man.I rocked my head from side to side. If I had any idea exactly what he was doing last night, I’d go into his office and finish it. As it was, I had no idea, so all I can was sit there like a freaking orange waiting to be juiced.I couldn’t read because my concentration wouldn’t last beyond a page. I had done my Candy Crush and Coin Dozer thing, and if I saw one more whining status post on Facebook, I’ll do one of my own.The sound of a phone ringing in his office cut through the silence, and I paused. Oh hell.I jumped down and ran into the room, barely blinking at the name on screen before answering. “Hello?”“Hello? Gi
I sat up, brushing hair from my face, and listened for any indication of him being around. There wasn’t any, so I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and made my way out of the room. The city lights flooded the front room, and I glanced at the clock. Three a.m. Where could he possibly be at this time? Something creaked in the direction of his office, and I walked down the hall to it. His door was cracked open slightly, and a gentle light from the television was flickering through the tiny gap. I wrapped my fingers around the edge of the door and eased it open, my eyes landing on his exhausted, shirtless figure. He was slumping over his desk, his fingers buried in his hair. His laptop was open in front of him, papers were scattered everywhere, some lying idly on the floor, and a desk light was illuminating the mess. “You should be in bed, asleep,” he mutte
“George!”“What does it say?” I looked at her. She bit her lip. “Rachel. Tell me now!”“She said that if you don’t pay within the hour, she’ll have it distributed to a large number of websites and presses ready to run a breaking news story first thing tomorrow. They’re waiting for her story.”“Will she fuck.” There was no wavering in his voice. Despite his lack of jacket and tie, George looked as serious as ever. “Rachel, get me her on the phone ten minutes ago.” He turned. “Alexander, get something drawn up that prevents her from contacting either Gina or me for the next fucking lifetime. This ends right now.”“George, you can’t pay her!” I wrenched myself from his mom’s grip. “Don’t be so fucking stupid!”He br
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, looking at my feet. Guilt and remorse—they flooded me. Consumed me.George pulled me into him and tilted my face back. “Look at me, Gina.”I shook my head. I couldn’t. Not this time. I couldn’t look in his eyes and know that everything we have was on the line. Everything he and his father have worked for was now hanging in limbo because of me.How many reporters have picked that up? How many stories will I see tomorrow? How many news alerts will pop up on my cell?“Gina.” His voice was hard. No-nonsense. “Look at me. Now.”My eyes disobeyed me. They raked up his body until they found a sea of bright blue.“We will figure this out. Do you understand me? It’s unexpected and sudden, but we will fix this.”Tears born of a real fea
