by Adele Niles
I wrapped my legs around his waist.
He sank in slowly, filling me. I threw my head back and moaned out loud.
I’d never felt so good in my life.
Colton kissed my neck again as he made his first move, drawing out slowly before pushing back in.
I saw stars.
“Fuck me.” My words surprised me, but I didn’t regret them at all.
“Oh, baby.” Colton kissed my neck again, starting to move just a little faster.
How had I gone so long without this?
His hips started to slam against mine, each thrust a little harder than the one before. I kept my legs tight around his waist.
I wanted this to last forever. I wanted the pleasure, the heat building inside me, to never end.
But I knew it would, all too soon.
I felt something seem to tighten inside me, pressure building.
From the way Colton started to move, his rhythm lost, I figured he was just as close.
He moaned out loud as he came, buried deep inside me. I felt the tension inside me release, like a spring that’s been pressed down. I tightened my legs around him, body shaking.
“Colton!”
He fell over me, kissing me hard, over and over.
It was done.
I’d lost my virginity and enjoyed every second of it.
Colton rolled off of me after a moment, sprawling across half the bed. I tucked myself against his side.
“Good?” he asked.
I nodded. “Really good.” It took so much effort to nod my head. I was exhausted.
“Good.”
He kissed the top of my head, and that’s the last thing I remembered before falling asleep.
* * * * *
I woke up in the early hours of the morning.
I wanted to go back to the hotel. It felt weird, sleeping in a strange guy’s bed.
Quietly, I got up and got dressed. Colton didn’t move. He was clearly a heavy sleeper.
I didn’t mind so much.
I slipped out of his apartment and called an Uber from the parking lot. The sun was starting to rise, and I watched it until my car arrived.
Twenty minutes later, I let myself into the hotel room, yawning.
The room was empty.
Marilyn must’ve gotten lucky, too.
That was fine. I wanted to be alone for a minute, anyway. I took a long, hot shower and crawled into bed in comfy pajamas, hugging my pillow tight.
That had been fun.
Even if nothing else happened, this had already been worth it.
Chapter Eight
Colton
Emma was gone when I woke up.
No note, no coffee made, nothing.
I hoped she was okay, that she didn’t regret what had happened. She definitely hadn’t been drunk when I’d taken her to bed; that, at least, was a relief.
I wondered if I would see her again.
I rolled over and grabbed my phone, opening my texts.
Dammit.
I’d just answered my question—I would not be seeing her again at all.
Need you in NJ for the deal. Tickets already bought. Other DJs already booked to cover your sets. Your flight is at noon. See you soon.
Good one, Max.
At least she was efficient.
I got myself ready and left with plenty of time to get to the airport. Soon I was on the plane, making my way toward the other side of my life—business in New Jersey.
* * * * *
A few days later, I laid in my hotel room, alone. I’d ordered room service, turned on the TV, and sat scrolling mindlessly through Instagram on my phone.
I went to the club’s page, starting to look through the pictures.
Our social media coordinator had been working her ass off over spring break. She’d clearly spent hours poring through the pictures that had tagged us, compiling them into sets and tagging the people in the pictures, especially if they were beautiful.
One of the sets looked like it was all redheads.
It occurred to me that Emma’s friend had been a redhead.
I started to swipe through the photos.
Maybe, just maybe, her friend had posted a picture.
Emma hadn’t seemed like the social media type, but from everything she’d said about Marilyn, she definitely was.
The further I swiped, the less hopeful I was. I wasn’t even sure I could remember Marilyn’s face. I just knew she was thin, but still curvy, and had red hair.
And then I saw them.
It wasn’t Marilyn I recognized, but Emma.
The two girls were in a photo together, pink martinis in hand. Marilyn smiled brilliantly, looking straight into the camera.
Emma smiled, too, but she looked tired.
Emma wasn’t tagged, but Marilyn was.
I took a deep breath and sent her a message.
Hey, my name is Colton, aka DJ Pike. I saw your photo on the club’s Instagram and wanted to ask you about your friend Emma? We really hit it off, and I’d love to get back in touch with her. If she’s okay with it, of course.
I hit send and waited.
I didn’t get a response for a few days, but when I did, it was the one I wanted.
Hey!! Sorry, I lost my phone while we were in Miami and just got a new one! Emma didn’t stop talking about you the rest of the time we were there, lol! I’d love to get you in touch with her, or… I have an idea!
Right, this was the girl who was over the top, always trying to make everything spectacular.
In a word, extra.
I’m really interested in hearing your idea. I’d really just like to keep talking to Emma, see where this goes.
Definitely! Okay, this might take me a sec to type, bear with me!!
I waited.
And then her message came in.
It was a perfect plan.
Chapter Nine
Emma
It hadn’t stopped raining since we got back from Miami.
New York wasn’t usually this wet, but we were having a streak of bad weather that just wouldn’t break, and it was really bringing my mood down.
Well, that and missing Colton.
We’d gone back to the rooftop club every night and never seen him again. None of the bartenders knew where he was, only that he’d taken an unexpected leave.
I’d been way more disappointed by this news than I’d have expected.
And now that we were home, it was next to impossible to get him out of my head.
At least my job was engaging. I could throw myself into work and keep from dwelling on how depressing New York was after spending a week in Miami. I could quit kicking myself for not leaving Colton my number.
And really, I was glad Marilyn was my neighbor. She didn’t talk about him and was kind enough not to talk about Brendan. They were texting all the time, I knew that much, but she didn’t spend too much time dwelling on it when we were together.
It just made me think of Colton and how sad I was to have left him behind.
I sat at the circulation desk for a little while today, enjoying a lull in library traffic. I was usually on my feet, so covering the desk for a while was a nice little break. It gave me a second to check my email and texts.
Surprisingly, I had a message.
From Marilyn.
Of course.
Hey, girl! This weather sucks, right? We need some drinks to cheer us up! Meet me at Saffron after work?
That did sound nice. And Saffron was fancy. I never would have gone there on my own, but I knew Marilyn would insist on eating dinner, and then on treating.
It was just who she was—extravagant but generous.
That sounds great. I’ll be off at 6, should make it there at 6:30?
Perfect! I’ll be there! Enjoy the rest of your day, babe!
It was something to look forward to. I rarely let her take me out, especially at a place so exclusive.
Maybe I needed a treat to cheer me up.<
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Maybe it was time to start considering Tinder or something.
Because dwelling on Colton wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
* * * * *
I walked into Saffron still in my work clothes—a knee-length dress with a full skirt, a cute cardigan, my hair pulled halfway back. I looked professional, probably nice enough to be in a place like Saffron.
I sent Marilyn a text. I’m here! Where are you!
She replied a minute later. Back left side of the restaurant, second booth from the bathroom hall. See you in a sec!
I headed that way but didn’t see Marilyn’s copper-colored hair.
There was… a guy sitting in the booth. Professionally dressed, blond, looking down at his phone.
Had she set me up on a blind date?
Dammit, Marilyn.
I approached the booth, chewing my lower lip. I wasn’t dressed for a date. I didn’t have much makeup on, and if I’d known, I would have worn heels, not my flats.
“Um… hi?”
The guy at the booth looked up.
I gasped. “Colton! What are you doing here?!”
He smiled brightly at me. “Hey, beautiful. I heard this place is great. Have you been here before?”
Chapter Ten
Colton
Emma sat down across from me. She looked like she’d just come from work, but she was dressed cute.
I liked her looking a little more natural, anyway.
I smiled. “Well… I was here on business and got lucky enough to find Marilyn on Instagram. So I reached out to her.”
“Business? What do you mean? Did you plan this with her?” Emma laughed.
Her smile was so beautiful.
“It was Marilyn’s idea. Surprising you. I figured she would know if it was a good idea, so… I went with it.”
Emma smiled even wider. “I’ve missed you so much, I… I felt so stupid, not leaving you my number! I thought we’d see each other again!”
“I had to come up here for business. I hated leaving without seeing you again.”
“Business?”
I smiled. “I’m expanding my club to have a New York location.”
“Wait… your club?”
I laughed and shrugged. “The club where we met? I own it. And it’s been very successful, so… I wanted to expand.”
Emma’s jaw dropped. “I… I had no idea you owned it!”
“I don’t usually broadcast it. When I’m just the DJ, people don’t ask me for perks.”
She nodded. “That makes sense. So… so you’ll be here more?”
I nodded. “I will. I hired Marilyn, actually, to manage the club. She knows what people want from their nightlife experiences.”
Emma grinned. “That’s a perfect job for her. And… what about you? Will you stay here?”
“I’m going to be splitting my time while we get the new location up and running. So… we can see each other.” I chuckled. “And I’m getting your number before we say goodbye tonight.”
Emma blinked. “Oh, are we saying goodbye tonight?”
“Only if you want to.”
Her smile turned almost mischievous. I liked it.
“I think we’ll be saying goodbye tomorrow morning.”
* * * * *
Her apartment was cute. I didn’t have much time to look around, but there were definitely a lot of books, scattered throughout on different shelves.
She barely let me get my shoes off before she was on me, kissing my neck and pawing at the buttons of my shirt.
“Easy, easy,” I teased. “Didn’t realize I created a monster.”
“All I’ve been able to think about is fucking you again.” Emma looked up at me, finally getting my buttons undone and pushing my shirt open. “Do you know how much I’ve masturbated since we got home?”
I raised my eyebrows. “Now, that’s a nice thing to think about.”
She huffed, shaking her head. She stepped back just long enough to shrug off her cardigan, then was back, tugging at my belt while she kissed my neck.
“God, Emma.”
“I need you.”
I laughed and nodded. “You’ve got me.”
She pushed my pants and underwear down in one motion, and I stepped out of them, naked in her hallway. I paused and bent down, grabbing the condom from my wallet. I stood and looked at her again.
She was watching me hungrily.
“Let me get you out of that dress?”
She nodded and turned her back.
I pulled the zipper down, and she eased the dress off, wiggling it down her hips.
I unhooked her bra. She gasped softly, then giggled.
Everything she did was cute.
She dropped her bra, then turned to face me. She didn’t linger; as I reached for her, she backed into her bedroom, waving for me to follow.
I did, without hesitation.
Emma stood beside my bed. She looked me in the eye as she pulled her panties down, letting them drop.
She was wet already, I could tell.
“You weren’t joking, were you?”
“No.” She smiled, sitting on the bed.
“You’re gorgeous.”
“You think so?”
“Definitely.”
The way she lit up made my heart skip.
I came toward her.
She spread her legs, arms open for me.
I climbed on to the bed and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her hard.
It was all I’d thought about, too.
We didn’t lay back. Emma was clearly bolder now, more aware of what she wanted.
She shifted us, guiding me to sit, and settled herself in my lap.
She was already pressed against my cock, grinding her sex against it.
She was soaked, desperate for this.
“Easy,” I repeated.
I tore the condom open and slid it on.
As soon as my hand was out of the way, she grabbed hold of my dick. She held it in place while she lifted herself up, then settled on me.
It was perfect. She felt so tight around me, so hot. My head swam for a second.
“Fuck, Emma.”
“I’m gonna, give me a second.”
I laughed and put my hands on her hips.
She held still for a moment, then started to move. It was a little clumsy as she found her pace, but soon she settled into it, moving just right.
I wasn’t going to last long.
“We’re gonna have to go buy more condoms.”
“Yeah, we are.” She grinned. “How long are you in town?”
“Until Friday.”
“Stay here. Let’s do this every day.”
I nodded.
Like I could say no to her.
Especially when she sank down on me and rocked her hips just right.
I gasped, then let out a low moan.
She grinned. “I love that sound.”
“Do that again, and I’ll keep making it.”
She did.
And so did I.
She started to bounce again, kissing me every time she came up. She was enthusiastic and clearly down to try new things.
I wanted to keep this one.
“Emma… I’m…”
“Me, too.”
And then she dropped down one last time, arms tight around my shoulders. Her body shook against mine, her walls squeezing around me.
I was done, head thrown back as I moaned.
I dropped back against the mattress, pulling her down with me.
She held on tight, my cock still half inside her.
“God,” I murmured.
Emma nodded.
She lay there for a moment, still and silent, then tilted her head toward me. She looked up at me, one eye open, that mischievous smile back on her face.
“How long until we can go again?”
Epilogue
Emma
Three months later
Colton’s club was, thankfully,
doing really well.
He wasn’t here enough, though—two weeks here, two in Miami.
I didn’t complain, but… God, I wanted more.
But everything was good. I loved my job. I loved having Colton stay with me when he was in New York, and I loved our phone and video calls when he was away.
I found that I really loved video chatting naked.
And so did Colton.
But we were both definitely happier when we were together.
I walked in through the back entrance of the new club. He’d asked me to meet him there before they opened; usually, he’d have ordered dinner for us, and we would hang out before I went home.
I wasn’t expecting the flowers on the table when I walked in.
And I wasn’t expecting the candles, either.
It was romantic.
Really romantic.
I looked at Colton and smiled, raising my eyebrows. “Wow. This is really nice. What’d you do wrong?”
He laughed. “I didn’t do anything, actually. This isn’t an apology dinner. It’s a celebration.”
“A celebration? Of what?”
“Well… you’re past your ninety days at the library.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Hardly something to celebrate, but I’ll take it.”
I sat down.
He’d ordered dinner from Saffron. I always ordered the same seafood pasta from there, and he’d gotten it for me. Extra pesto, just the way I liked it.
He was a pretty great boyfriend. We hated the distance, but he always made sure his time in New York made up for it.
“Thank you. This is great. I was thinking about this pasta today, actually.”
“Were you? Maybe I’m psychic.” He grinned and sat down to his own dinner.
I rolled my eyes. “Please. If you were psychic, you wouldn’t have had to find Marilyn to get a hold of me again.”
“True. But you never know. Maybe my powers are just kicking in.”
Laughing, I shook my head and reached for my fork.
Colton held up one hand. “Hang on one sec.”
“Okay?” I looked up. “What’s up?”
“We’re about to celebrate a few more things.” He reached for the bottle of wine and poured two glasses.
“Ooh, more celebrating! Okay, what’s up?”
“Well.” He smiled. “I’ve shuffled some things around.”
“Okay?”
“And I’ll be spending more time here.”
