by JA Low
After choosing the most beautiful white lace bra and panty set, as per Emma’s wise words, ‘Men like white lingerie. Makes them think of innocent, virginal shit. And they like that fantasy. Plus, the white against your tanned skin is stunning.’ I’m hoping she’s right.
We are meeting Stella and Chloe at EJ’s restaurant for lunch after our shopping expedition, so we head off.
“You made it,” Stella greets us at the door. Her limp from where she broke her leg has improved immensely, but I know when she’s walked too much, it comes back. Emma and I both greet Stella as she ushers us into the private dining room. Moments later, Chloe rushes in, looking a little disheveled. Her cheeks are flushed, her blonde hair is a little messed up, and her lipstick looks like it’s been smudged off.
“Look at the hussy walking in like she hasn’t just been thoroughly fucked on her way here.” Emma grins.
“Right, that’s my cue to leave.” EJ enters from the other side of the private room and walks straight back out again.
“Emma.” Chloe tries to hush her.
“You can’t walk in looking like that and not have your friends question you?” Emma crosses her arms in front of her.
“Whatever.” Chloe ignores Emma. “I need a drink.” Chloe looks over at Stella, grabs the champagne bottle in the middle of the table, and pops it.
“Sure, you don’t need a cigarette?” Emma goads her with a grin.
“Ari, how did your shopping trip go?” Chloe changes the subject as Stella hands us all a glass of champagne. We take our seats at the round table and sip the cold bubbles.
“Great. Emma found me something nice,” I add.
“And?” Emma pushes.
I frown, not sure what else she needs me to tell them. “It’s white and lace,” I add.
“No.” Emma shakes her head. “Tell them about you quitting your job,” Emma pushes.
“You quit your job?” Chloe’s voice raises in surprise.
“Um, no.” Looking over at Emma, she’s grinning. “Emma graciously said that I could move into her apartment rent-free to help me start my business,” I explain about Emma’s offer.
“And you’re going to take it?” Stella asks.
“It’s only just happened.”
“This is a brilliant idea,” Chloe adds.
“I have some things to sort out first. I have to give notice on my apartment. I have to tie things up at work. I have a million and one licenses to obtain to start a business.” They all know this. I can’t just click my fingers and magically have my own practice.
“Well, EJ and I want to be your first clients,” Stella adds.
What did she say? I glance over at her.
“Since coming back from Moonlight Falls, EJ and I have been discussing building a home on my block of land at my family’s ranch.”
“Oh my God, that is amazing.” Chloe squeals excitedly.
Stella looks over at me. “We really want you to do it, even if you weren’t going out on your own. There’s no one else we trust for the job.” Stella grins.
I think this champagne is going to my head because I’m getting a little emotional.
“I told Ari earlier that I need a new boathouse,” Emma adds.
“You already have two clients.” Chloe grins. “I’m sure Noah and I can find something that needs to be done at our property.”
I cannot believe how supportive my friends are being. “You all believe in me that much?” Staring at my friends around the table, I raise an eyebrow.
“Of course, we do.” Stella smiles. “Just like you have believed in all of us. Now it’s our turn to repay the favors.”
“I just…” I can’t continue. I am lost for words.
“I think we need to raise our glasses for Ariana and the new adventure she is about to embark on,” Emma adds. “You in?”
Turning, they all look at me.
“I’m in.”
5
Rhys
I still cannot believe my divorce is still ongoing. We’ve been fighting the divorce for longer than our marriage. Things got a little intense with the media after Madison went public, trying to paint me out to be a complete monster saying that I’ve cut her off without a penny and that she’s homeless, even though her Instagram is filled with pictures of her lazing on the beach all over the world.
I had to get away from her dramatics.
She even indicated that I was the one cheating, not her.
So, I packed up and decided to head to London to get away from New York and all of Madison’s spies and minions, who like to cockblock me any chance I get on the dating scene in New York.
Really, I should be thanking Madison for running me out of town because it meant I’ve been able to focus on the European markets a little more. I’ve been able to expand into new locations such as Eastern Europe.
But I’m looking forward to coming home and getting my life back, especially since Madison has decided to move to Europe for the summer, making it a rather unpleasant experience.
She’s dating some new guy who’s a prince, ditching Dominic in the process of finding someone even richer. I don’t feel bad for him at all. I’m still so confused about why she’s fighting me on my company. What are her motives?
“You happy to be back on home soil,” Stirling asks. He’s been looking after the American side of the company while I’ve been away.
“Hell, yeah. I’ve missed the city,” I reply.
“Well, I’ve left a nice little welcome home package for you in your apartment when you get there. Hope you enjoy it.” Stirling chuckles.
What the hell has he planned?
“Thanks, I think.” I chuckle before hanging up.
Eventually, I land, and my driver is there to pick me up. I’ve missed the Manhattan noise and chaos as I watch the cars and taxis scream by. Don’t get me wrong, London is a busy place, but New York is crazier, which I like.
My driver drops me out at the front of my apartment, and the bellman is there to greet me. “Oh, Mr. Davenport, you’re home early,” Ricky, the bellman, exclaims.
Why does he look so shocked that I’m home? Or care, for that matter.
“Yes. Business calls,” I tell him as he grabs my bags and helps me to the elevator.
“It’s all right. I’ve got it from here.” Usually, I would let him take my bags up, but tonight I want a shower and bed.
“Okay, sir.” Ricky looks pale. What is going on with him?
The doors to the elevator shut, and I ascend to my penthouse apartment. The doors open right into my home, and I place my bags by the front door. I loosen my tie and hang my suit jacket on the coat rail, then I kick off my shoes and undo my cufflinks and place them on the table in the foyer. I’ll deal with this mess in the morning. I step around the corner while rolling up the sleeves on my business shirt, and I’m stopped in my tracks by a half-naked woman in my kitchen. What on earth is going on?
“Welcome home, Rhys.” Her sultry voice goes directly to my dick as does the vision of her standing in nothing but a pair of barely their white underwear and red heels. My eyes run up long, lean, tanned legs that go on for miles. Over a flat, defined stomach, then up toward her breasts, generous in size as they push against the thin white lace, then up her elegant neck. Chocolate waves of silky hair fall around her tanned shoulders. My eyes move up to a beautiful face. Cocoa-colored eyes swirl with desire as she takes me in and bright red lips that I want to see wrapped around my dick. Her cheeks are a little flushed from taking in my longing stare.
She pushes off the kitchen counter and saunters toward me. I watch in fascination as her hips sway and her tits jiggle, hypnotizing me.
Is this the present Stirling mentioned? It’s a good one. I’ll give him that, but definitely weird.
Her berry scent hits me, and my mouth waters. I don’t know who this woman is, but I do know I want her. Need her.
When she reaches me, she grabs my untied tie and slides it from around my neck.
“You have plans for that, sweetheart?” I question her.
“The more important question is, do you?” She raises a brow in my direction.
Fuck. Biting my bottom lip, I take her in up close this time.
She is absolutely stunning.
Sex pours from her pores.
“Turn around,” I tell her. My voice deepening huskily, she’s too tempting for me. I can’t say no now.
I want to taste her.
I need to have her.
She does as she’s told and turns around, and that’s when I get a glimpse of her perfect peachy ass. Fuck. I wrap my tie around her eyes and secure it at the back of her head. I lean over and whisper into her ear, “You’re safe with me.” I’m just making sure she knows that being blindfolded by a perfect stranger, she will be safe. Goosebumps lace her sun-kissed olive skin at my words. “Are you okay?” I ask.
“Yes.” She sighs.
This woman is perfection.
My lips connect with her neck as I make my way down from her ear, watching her shiver with each connection. My hands run down her arms until they reach her hips, then I turn her around. She looks so beautiful, those plump red lips, my tie around her eyes, her breasts moving rapidly as her other senses become heightened.
“You are so beautiful,” I tell her, and this makes her smile.
I can’t help myself as I lean forward and capture her lips with mine. A tiny gasp falls from her lips before she too hungrily kisses me back. Her hands reach for my chest as she grips my shirt. My hand cups one side of her face, pulling her closer to me. I’m lost in her scent and her warmth, as we devour each other.
Her hands begin to unbutton my business shirt. One by one, the buttons open until my bare chest is exposed. I’ve been working out a lot more in London than I ever did back home. You can’t go running in the constant rain over there, so most nights, I would hit the gym. I’m confident she will like my efforts.
I shuck off my shirt, the material flutters to the floor. Her greedy hands run over my broad chest, down over my six-pack. Her fingers run along with every dip and plane of my body, then back up over my shoulders and down my arms. Her nails dig into my hips as she pulls me closer.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
My hands reach out and pick her up. She gasps as I stride through my apartment and place her ass on the end of my dining table. Her legs instinctively open for me, exposing her white lace-clad pussy.
“I want you so badly,” I confess.
“Take me,” she replies, and that’s all the words I need to do precisely that.
My hands move to my belt as I pull it hurriedly through the loops of my suit pants. Next to go are my socks and then my pants until I am standing in front of her in my boxer briefs with my dick pointing out over the elastic waistband. I grab her face again as I kiss her.
Her hands reach out and find me half-naked, then they slide down to my underwear, where she runs her hand along my thickening length. She pushes the material out of the way, exposing me to the cool air as her hand grips around my dick.
“Fuck,” I groan out.
Her hands grip hard and begin to move up and down my cock, rubbing the pre-cum across my skin, helping her slide against it.
This woman is driving me crazy.
Then I still.
Condoms.
Where the fuck are my condoms?
“Everything okay?” She senses my pause.
“Yeah. Just trying to remember where I put my condoms,” I tell her.
She smiles. “I have some in my purse if you like.”
My head turns and scans the room. I notice her red purse on the kitchen bench. She lets go of my dick, and I rush back over to grab them. I see sitting beside her bag a $1500 bottle of whiskey.
Did she bring that with her?
Who cares?
I want to get back to the beautiful woman spread out on the table. I open her purse and pull out the condoms, then bring them back to the table, stilling when I see that the mysterious woman has undressed.
Fuck.
I bite my knuckles as I take in her exquisiteness. She’s spread out against the table like a glorious feast. And boy, am I hungry.
Swiftly, I sheath myself then I throw the rest of the condoms on the floor.
6
Ariana
Rhys is way hotter than any of his pictures indicated. Not that I can see anything anymore because I’ve let him blindfold me. Which is a foolish thing to do with a stranger, but it felt right. I feel safe with him. He has never given me any creeper vibes. And boy, can the man kiss. I thought I was about to come just from his lips.
“Oh, God.” His five o’clock shadow tickles as he bites my inner thighs. Being blindfolded, I have no idea where he is at any moment. So, his hot breath between my legs is a pleasant surprise.
Then, the first sweep of his tongue along with me, and I’m gone for. My back arches off the table as his tongue slides along me over and over again. Then his lips suck my clit, and my body electrifies.
Good God, this man is a pussy whisperer.
“More,” I tell him as my fingers tangle into his dark hair. “Please, more,” I beg. I never beg because most men have no idea what they are doing. Most of the time it’s good, but not like this, not like my bones are slowly turning to liquid as I melt over the table.
Rhys chuckles at my request, the vibration of it shoots up my spine. He continues to assault me with his mouth. I’m damn nearly yanking the hair out of his head as I keep him exactly where I want him to be. Not like he needs any directions or encouragement, but I need something to keep me anchored before I take flight. I don’t think it’s going to take him long to make me…
“Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Fuck. Yes.”
He pushes me over the edge into perfect oblivion.
But then, before I can even catch a breath, he’s inside of me. I’m so full. His strong fingers grip my hips as he thrusts, and he feels so good. The next thing I know, he’s pulled off my blindfold, which takes me a couple of moments to become readjusted to the light. His large body looms over me. His handsome face is set in concentration while he continues to fuck me. I take in his body, and wow. He is way more cut than his pictures suggest—this man really looks after himself.
“You feel so fucking good.” He grunts, smirking down at me as my tits bounce uncontrollably with each thrust.
I bite my lip as I’m unable to say anything to his compliment and just enjoy the ride. He lifts my hips a little, and that angle change makes me start to see stars. Oh my goodness.
His hand reaches between us, and his finger furiously begins to play my sensitive clit over and over again. What is this magic? I close my eyes and loose myself in the crazy sensations this man is able to pull from me. Higher and higher he takes me until I can’t anymore and crash over the edge the same time he does on a deep, guttural groan. He continues to fuck me through both of our orgasms until every last bit has been extracted from us both.
We’re breathing heavily in silence as we catch our breaths.
He looks down at me and grins. “Fuck, that was good.”
I nod my head limply, unable to speak. He holds out his hand to help me up into a sitting position while still nestled inside of me. His hand cups my cheek as his thumb runs along my heated skin. “You are so beautiful.” He looks at me in awe, which is something I have never felt. I’ve never been appreciated like that before.
“I need to get cleaned up after that.” He slaps my ass while giving me a wink, then he slowly pulls himself out of me and disposes of the condom, turning on his heel, and he heads off down the corridor.
Does he want me to follow him?
Does he want me to stay?
This is always the awkward bit after the lust and hormones have subsided. The shower turns on in the distance. I grab my underwear and my dress that I covered myself with to get here.
Should I leave?
Should I check in on him?
Screw it! I’ll just check to let him know I’m leaving, and if he asks me to stay, then great, but if he doesn’t, then it was just a bit of fun. I grab my shoes in my hand and pad down the corridor where he disappeared. I pop my head into the bathroom and see his outline behind all the steam.
“Hey, Rhys. Um… I’m going to get going now.”
The shower turns off, he steps out in all his naked glory, and I get to take him all in. Wow! He is truly magnificent. I would have assumed a man like this would be a catfish, never dreaming he would be real.
“Hang on.” He hastily grabs his towel and wraps it around his hips, then he rushes out of the bathroom and back into the living room.
I follow after him.
Weird.
He then turns around and hands me a wad of cash. “Look, I don’t normally do this type of thing. So, I’m not sure how it all works.” He shrugs. “I don’t know if my friend has already tipped you or not.”
I stare at him blankly.
What the ever-loving fuck! He thinks I’m a damn prostitute?
Bile rises from my stomach. Never in my life have I been so fucking humiliated.
“You fucking pig.” Turning on my heel, I grab my purse. I try and keep the humiliation tears at bay as I hold my head up high. “No wonder you’re single, treating women like that.” He looks at me genuinely confused. “I don’t need your fucking money.” Pushing past him, I head toward the elevator.
“Wait. Hey…” He rushes after me, grabbing my arm and turning me around to face him.
“Don’t you fucking touch me.” Ripping my arm out of his reach, I blink a few times, the rage building inside me.
“I’m sorry… I’ve offended you somehow.” He looks genuinely confused.
“I’m not a fucking prostitute, you dick.”
His eyes widen. “Then who the hell are you?” His face looks a little pale.
What does he mean? Who am I?
