The day slowed down to a newborn's crawl, and Edwin sent Nessa home for the remainder of it. Faith took it upon herself to make sure Morgan's office was dusted and cleaned, ready for his arrival. Both, he and Neal Rutherford, had offices at each branch of Rutherford Construction for their own personal use when in that town. Mostly, they kept those offices locked and empty, so Faith aired it out and open the drapes for light. Nessa kept the plants watered usually but was not very good at cleaning.Edwin gave Grady more jobs in the field to keep him away from the office. Faith only chuckled and shook her head. She would never understand why he kept a man no one really liked. However, Edwin was smart enough to keep Grady away when the big bosses were in town."If I had known you'd be the one taking care of my office, I would have visited sooner." Turning, Faith saw the six-foot Morgan Brewer standing in the doorway to his office, water bottle in one hand, briefcase in the other. His short
Faith felt his hand slide up her thigh toward the dampness hidden behind her jeans. She parted her legs, not realizing she had until she felt the pressure of his hand against her sensitive womanhood. She pushed her passion onto his hand. "Yes.""Tell me Faith. What are you here for?" He began to kiss down her neck again, sucking harder. Tendrils of excitement shot through her. His hand making her pussy ache for him."Your cock. I'm here to suck your cock. Please, I want to taste you." She couldn't believe she said it out loud. Yet, she knew he wanted to hear it."You're a little high up for that, aren't you?" His teeth sunk into her throat, and it would surprise her if he wasn't leaving marks on her.Faith, with reluctance at pulling away from his mouth, slid off the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. She slid her hands up the front of his legs, over the bulge of his pants until she reached the button. With her eyes glued to his crotch, she opened his pants, reaching in and
Selby glanced at the clock on the wall behind his counter. Closing time. By now the offices of Rutherford Construction were locked down, and Faith was about to give Edwin the experience of her mouth. Selby could picture it and felt the mixture of excitement and jealousy knot in his stomach at the same time his cock twitched in his pants.He snatched up his briefcase and locked the store. Pausing at the door to his Accord, he glanced at Joe's Bakery. Another girl stood behind the counter by now as Tracey always went home around three, which made sense since she was usually there at five doing the morning baking and prep. A sigh lifted and lowered his chest. He wasn't sure just how he felt about Tracey, yet. That wasn't true. He knew how he felt, but he worried that Faith felt the same toward Edwin.Selby opened the car door, sliding behind the wheel as he plopped his briefcase onto the passenger seat. Soon, he was backed out and heading east on New Haven toward the Melbourne Causeway a
After dinner, Selby helped Faith do the dishes, grabbed a bottle of wine, two goblets, and headed for the fireplace room. He was ready for a quiet night in front of the fire with a good book. When their little adventures remained out of town, their weekdays remained more subdued, holding a semblance of normalcy. Now, with the game players in their everyday lives, they shoved all hints of routine out the door. Tonight, he wanted to regain some of that quietness again.Faith grabbed one of her smut books as he called them and sat with her back on the opposite sofa arm and her feet in his lap. She held her book with one hand and her Pinot Noir with the other. Selby stared at her for a moment, enjoying how lost she was in what she read. His wine sat on the glass table beside him, his book in one hand. With the other, he reached down and massaged her feet as he returned his attention to the novel he read. Faith moaned with the first squeeze of his fingers, and he just smiled. This was a nor
"I'll just have water with lemon," Faith told the waitress. She slid her napkin over her lap as Tracey mimicked her order."I'll be right back while you take a peek at today's specials." The waitress bounced away as Daisy's Café began to fill with the lunch crowd."You know your husband will pout because I left him to eat by himself, right?" Tracey had dropped off a bagel club sandwich to Selby as she told him she was having lunch with Faith. He wasn't thrilled about it, but at least he wouldn't starve. The two of them had been having lunch together almost since Tracey bought Joe's Bakery & Café."How did he seem to you this morning?" Selby had been as quiet that morning to Faith as he had been when they had climbed into bed. There had been no playfulness, no smiles, no "How about a quickie before work." Something was obviously on his mind, but Faith had no idea what it was.The waitress bounded back with their waters, taking their orders while Tracey took a sip of her drink before ans
Faith decided not to wait until she returned home to make things right with Selby. As she slipped past Ashlynn and into the halls of Rutherford Construction, she passed the Girls' Den and headed for Edwin's office. She wasn't even going to talk to Cherish about taking the rest of the day off, because Faith already knew what her sister would say."And leave me here alone? It's too late to call Nessa in to help, and Ashlynn is useless for anything except blowing bubbles—or the men. No way! Get back to your desk." Of course, it didn't matter that Cherish left her alone every time she could without a care as to what it did to Faith's day. But then, Faith didn't mind working and actually preferred it when her sister wasn't there. However, Faith wasn't giving her the chance to put the nix on her plans, so she bypassed her sister and went straight to her boss.Or, at least, she thought she had. As she neared Edwin's office, she heard Cherish arguing with him about something Faith couldn't qui
The lunch crowd trickled out of Downtown Melbourne when Faith pulled up in front of Selby's store. The day was bright with a slight chill rustling the trees that lined the sidewalk. Faith found herself giggling as she locked her car and stepped up on the walkway to Selby's Downtown Books. This was even more fun than her games with Edwin.The bell over the door called out her entrance as she passed through the doorway. Selby stood close to the counter, shuffling through a stack of paperbacks. He turned at the sound of the door, and she loved the look of confusion on his face when he saw her. It was obvious he wasn't sure how to react, and that he expected someone else to come through the door, like a customer."Is everything okay?" He set the books on the counter and turned toward her, taking a step as he did in her direction. "What's wrong?"She smiled at him. "Everything is fine. How is business today?""It's a mad rush of customers as you can tell." He gestured at the empty bookstore
"And did you get to talk to your husband last night about taking a trip with me?" Morgan Brewer came in first thing that morning and propped himself on the corner of Faith's desk. She tried hard not to stare at the outline of his cock in his khaki pants, but it proved difficult.She nodded, forcing herself to look into his eyes. "I did, and he said it was all right with him. We're just curious about the specifics. You know, room, food, my job here."After Selby took her bent over his counter, they both decided it was best to just close up shop and spend the rest of the day home in bed. They turned their phones off and left their clothes piled on the floor. When they weren't having sex, they talked about everything going on in their lives and Morgan's request for her company on his trip west was one of them.Morgan shrugged. "Edwin will deal with it while you're gone, although you'll probably have a mess to clean up when you get back. The company will cover expenses, and I'll add some h
Dropping the arm holding the towel to his side, he walked over to where Cherish sat and joined her on the bed. He reached out, placing a hand on her leg and gave her a reassuring squeeze. "I'm sorry you're having to deal with this," he told her. He gave a weak shrug. "I guess we never know the full extent of our actions and their consequences until it's too late." He quickly held a hand up, stopping her from saying anything else. "That wasn't a judgment. Promise."She offered him a weak smile. "I didn't take it that way." She shrugged. "Besides, you're right. I didn't realize while I was...you know...how it would hurt you or Jordie, and I sure as hell didn't realize how it would follow me to another job. I was too caught up in what I was doing to even think of anything else." She reached out, placing her hand on top of his. "I'm sorry I was such a selfish bitch."Glen leaned over and kissed Cherish's forehead. When he pulled away, he grinned. "You're my selfish bitch, so it's all good.
Cherish shoved her phone into her purse, closed the final file folder, and shoved herself away from her desk. This day was over, and she was more than happy to see it go. As she stood, however, she realized the day was not completely over. She stood at the edge of her desk, adjusting her purse on her shoulder, as Mary Overton stepped into her doorway, arms crossed over her chest, looking as if she had a corncob shoved deep up her ass. What Bernie saw in the woman, Cherish would never know. Cherish sucked in a deep breath as she paused, waiting to hear what had brought the grump of a woman to her door. "Is there something I can help you with?" Cherish asked.Mary glanced over the room, scowling as she took in the changes Cherish made to the small office. "I see you've rearranged. Making the place more to your liking." Cherish could have sworn the woman gave a disgusted sniff as she said it. "I thought the way Kim had it set up was quite efficient." She glanced around the room with a sn
Glen soaked in her naked body, making no qualms about devouring her with his gaze. He had always thought Cherish was gorgeous and hated when she started to hide her body in baggy shirts and shorts. He wanted to see more of her flesh, more of her body tempting him under tight clothes or low-cut tops. He wanted her to be seductive, sultry, sexy. Hell, he even wanted her to dress slutty for him.Reaching out, Glen ran a hand over her freckle-covered shoulder, up her neck, and into her strawberry-blond hair. Gazing into her eyes, he sucked in a breath as he stared at her. "You, Cherish Lansky, are beautiful."He saw her cheeks redden with her blush, felt her squirm under his touch as his words embarrassed her, but he didn't care. While he thought the words often enough, he failed to say them out loud for her to hear. She needed to hear them. He needed to say them. They needed to get back to the spark that was them when they first ignited each other's passions. Looking at her right then, he
Cherish took a deep breath, deciding to tackle the topic of Rutherford even if Glen hadn't brought it up. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about Jed. It's been a pretty emotional week all around, and I swear, it just slipped my mind."Glen cocked an eyebrow at her. "A lot of things have slipped your mind lately. I should probably do something about that, eventually."She bowed her head. "Yes, sir," was all she said, but she couldn't deny the tingle between her legs at the thought of Glen punishing her again. She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her.He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?"She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me aski
Cherish placed the last of the glasses back in the cabinet, her back screaming at her due to the lengthy day she just endured. Jordie was already sound asleep in his bed, his tired little body crashing as soon as everyone left, and the constant energy faded away. She could relate as exhaustion tugged at her as well. She had to admit, however, Glen's idea of having the party at their house opposed to her parents' was definitely a winner, minus the cleanup part afterward. Jordie loved every gift he opened, and he and the other kids made full use of the bounce house. Even a few of the adults climbed inside to get their inner youth on while they made the little ones stand outside the giant inflatable while they took over. The children, of course, were far from happy about not being permitted inside, but they laughed like crazy as they watched their parents bouncing around, trying to do flips, and falling on their asses.Valerie surprised Cherish with how she interacted with everyone else a
Cherish felt the tears streaming down her cheeks, felt the anguish clutching at her heart as she sat there, staring at her mother, the woman crying openly now as she stared back at Cherish. How could her mother ever doubt Cherish's love for her? Because I did a shitty job of showing it. I pushed her with everything I did. Cherish reached out, taking her mother's hand in her own, squeezing it tight. "I've always loved you, Mom. You did nothing wrong. It was all me; I was the selfish bitch who never seemed satisfied and happy. I'm so sorry I ever made you feel that way." She squeezed her mother's hand again. "I should never have treated you that way."Her mother gave her a weak smile, squeezing her hand back before pulling it away. "I love you, too, and I'm sorry I ever made you feel as if you couldn't tell me you were pregnant." She shook her head. "Not a very good mother, huh?"Cherish settled back in her chair. "I think we both made mistakes, but that was then. This is now. I need to
Cherish left the others and walked over to her mother, taking one of the remaining chairs beside the other woman. "Why don't you come join the rest of us? Has to be better than sitting over here all by yourself."Her mother didn't even look at her, keeping her gaze on the children. "Why is she here?" she asked, her back stiff, hands clasped in her lap."There are a lot of shes here," Cherish said, even though she knew to whom her mother referred. "You'll have to be a little more specific.""Your sister's new friend," her mother said, her lips pressed into a thin line. "Why did they have to bring her to a family event? It's rude."Cherish glanced over and watched as Tracey Williams laughed at something Arni said, her feet barely touching the ground from where she sat in the chair. "She's close to Selby and Faith," Cherish said with a shrug. "We permitted Brent to bring Bonnie; why wouldn't we allow Faith and Selby to bring Tracey? She seems to be getting along with everyone all right."
Glen stepped back out into the yard, two camp chairs in his hands. Valerie Driscoll was accustomed to calling all the shots, and he knew she set up her area far away from his mother to try to force a division in the party, drawing the crowd to her, so she could show off. That was one of the reasons he wanted the party at his house, so she wouldn't be able to pull a stunt like this. Yet, she still wrecked division wherever she went.Glen moved to the middle of the yard, close to the bounce house, and set up the two chairs. He turned to find Cherish near her mother, two beers in her hand as she watched him, one eyebrow raised and a smirk turning up the corner of her lip."Excuse me," he heard her tell her mother. "I think I'll go join my husband." She then left her mother's side, Valerie's mouth ajar as she gawked at her daughter's retreating back. When Cherish reached him, she handed him his beer as she slid into her chair. "Your beer, sir," she said, smiling at him.He glanced over at
Glen just needed a few minutes to calm his temper. He knew he had acted rude since returning home, and he didn't mean to snap at everyone, taking out his frustration with Cherish on everyone but her. He shoved his way inside the house and headed for the bedroom at the back of the house. Just a few minutes, that's all he needed.However, what he needed and what he received were two different things. As soon as he plopped down on the bed, his hands clasped together as he rested his elbows on his knees, doing his best to take deep breaths, Cherish walked into the room, shutting the door behind her. He didn't even turn to look at her. He couldn't right then. She had lied. Again. That's all she ever did lately.Cherish walked in front of him and dropped to her knees, sitting back on her heels, her hands on her thighs as she stared up at him. She said nothing. Just knelt there, waiting.Glen closed his eyes, taking another fortifying breath. Before opening them again and staring at his wife.