I watched her struggle with my coldness. And yet, she still ate up my nakedness, need flaring up in her eyes.Forcing myself to turn away from her obvious desire, i reminded myself that this was what i had wanted. For us to end their relationship once and for all.Only this time, we were ending things on my terms.Fighting my protective instincts every step of the way, I said, “Get dressed,” pulling on my own pants over my naked, wet skin as if giving her step-by-step instructions.But Diana was racked with shivers, as she held her arms tightly around her waist, hiding her breasts from me. “I…I’m all…”Seemingly too cold and distraught to finish her sentence, I felt like she was imploring me with her big doe eyes to help her out.No way.I raised an eyebrow and waited.Finally something inside the woman I craved for no good reason snapped. “I’m all wet!” she yelled.“Wet! Iam soak through my dress and my underwear is ruined and if you don’t want anyone to find out about this you’d bet
Enzo had given me that gift tonight. The gift of pleasure. Of satisfaction. Of finally knowing what giving myself to a man, body and soul, was supposed to be like.Sliding down under the steaming water, i groaned with pleasure, feeling so much bolder than I had ever been before, i placed my hand over her pussy and summoned up a picture of enzo in my mind.' Tell me what you want' he had said.My fingers trembled as i found my most sensitive spot and started rubbing small, light circles.Slick wetness flooded between my legs and seemingly of its own volition, my other hand found my breast.'What do you want me to do to your pussy?'Heat rushed through me, Aching, desperate arousal. Arching my body into my hand, i threw her head back and cried out his name as I rubbed faster and shudders racked through my entire body.Still in a daze, i dried off and crawled naked under my covers, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.I woke to the insistent bleeping of my cell phone. It was Maddy, it h
I noticed that my mother took a step back as she asked the question, obviously more afraid of catching something from her daughter than she was concerned about me having an actual illness.“No,” i began, but then i realized that i did in fact look different, my passionate, wild night with Enzo, i could hardly say his name in my head without blushing and breaking out in a sweat—must have changed me on the outside, just as it had irreparably changed me on the inside. And if i didn’t plead illness, what would i say?'Oh, you know how it is, Mother, when you spend the night having sex with an old flame in public, you just glow a little bit more than usual'A wild giggle threatened to erupt from my mouth. If i ever dared to say something like that to my mother, the earth would surely open up and swallow me whole.“Diana?” Amy said, her tone sharp. “I’m waiting for your answer.”I feigned a cough into my hand. “I might just be a tad under the weather.”“If only josh were still here to take
I picked up my fork and small talk commenced again, mostly centering on how good josh had looked last week when my father took care of some business with him. My parents still fawned all over my ex-husband, and i sat as still as a rock, taking the familiar family scene in, not saying a word (no one expected her to, anyway).Yet, at the same time, I wasn’t really seeing my parents. Wasn’t really listening to what they were saying. Because suddenly, I couldn’t suffer through one more Sunday brunch. Not without rocking the boat at least once in my life.Feeling reckless, I said, “The funniest thing happened to me at the reunion last night,” i began, waiting for my parents to ask me to tell them more. But it was as if I hadn’t even spoken. My mother got up to refill my father’s wineglass and he started another boring tale about golfing with some old cronies from work.How long had i been living like this? With no one paying the least bit of attention to what i had to say? Dozens of Sunday
Enzo's POV."What’s your problem, boss?”I didn’t bother acknowledging my assistant's question as i lifted my flip through the file he handed to me, with a frown on my face, no atom of smile on it, but Lucas was undeterred.“I’ve never seen you get so twisted up over a woman,” he said, a note of laughter embedded in his words.I carefully laid the file down. “What makes you think my mood has anything to do with a woman?”I was no doubt a fair boss, a phenomenal business man, but never a man anyone could push around.Anyone else in the company would have backed down. But not Lucas, we had worked together for too many years, Closed Numerous deals, brought thousands of ideas on how to grow the company, while watching each other’s backs. In truth, we were far more like brothers than boss and employee.“Remember that summer I met you when you were washing dishes at that Flippy eatery? Must have been ten years ago. And that pretty little blonde came looking for you. You look the same now as
I paused at the swinging door that separated the the main entrance from the outer entrance, and reminded myself that despite how attractive she was, and how much i wanted her, I wasn’t a big enough idiot anymore to let myself fall for her game again.I wasn’t interested in being her gentle, concerned lover until she found her next Mr. Born on the Right Side of the Golf Course.The truth was, I had botched my plan Saturday night to erase her from my memory. I had wanted one last look, enough impartial data to know that i was well and completely over her. But everything had backfired.Because I had gotten wrapped up in her. Her scent, her kisses, her beauty.Lucas was right. I was all twisted up over diana. And it made me angry at myself. And at her.The thought occurred to me that for her to have come here today, something must have pushed her to the brink. A part of me idly wondered what that final shove to the edge could have been. Her parents were no prize. Neither was her ex-husban
“Hey now. You just guzzled a hundred bucks of fine wine in ten seconds flat.”I had the good grace to look chagrined, but then, i slid the glass back across his table, the alcohol already working its magic, helping to dim the sharpness within me, I retorted, “You probably shouldn’t waste the good stuff on me right now. ‘Two-Buck Chuck’ would be just fine.”It was the kind of banter we might have had back in college. Strangely, it still felt just right. Deep within me, hope bloomed. Was there a chance for the two of us after all?Enzo refilled my glass with the same vintage red. “I’m afraid you’re all out of luck. The good stuff is all I have got here in my office”My mouth quirking up on one side, I said, “Figures.” Just as quickly, my mirth disappeared. Nothing could come of endless small talk. No matter how much i longed to remain a wimp. To act as if nothing had happened.“Enzo, I need to apologize to you. I’ve needed to apologize for years. For how I behaved. For how I handled the
A large blonde man popped his head into the office, he was standing by the door, his eyes settled on me, our hands and then to Enzo, " Hey boss, iam set to attend the executive meeting in the states, just want you to be aware" he said, and left immediately as if he was invading our privacy.I searched my brain frantically for something to say that wouldn’t sound stupid or desperate, anything to keep Enzo here with me for a little longer. “We didn’t really get a chance to talk much last two night. We have so much catching up to do. I want to hear all about your company what it’s like to live in Fr—”My words died in my throat as he moved from behind his table with a wicked gleam in his eyes.“Help me pull down the blinds.”Something in his tone sent another flood of moisture between my legs, uncertainly, i slid off the chair and moved on shaky legs through the office, until all of the windows were covered.Enzo locked the front door, unbutton few more buttons of his shirt, and then mot