Best Friend's Ex Box Set (A Second Chance Romance Love Story)

by Claire Adams

  “How miraculous,” I said, smiling. “Though, I’m praying we aren’t having Spaghetti-O’s and fake meat meatballs for dinner.”

  “You ruin everything,” he said with a sigh. “I’m just kidding. It may not be filet mignon, but it’s definitely better than spaghetti from a can. At least, I hope so. Making sure I knew how to cook was not on the top ten list of things for my parents to teach me. My father figured if I could make toast and use a microwave, that was enough for me to survive. Besides, he always figured that I would be successful enough to not cook my own food. Turns out, I’m a wizard in the kitchen. Who would have guessed?”

  He twirled the spoon in his hand over his head, losing control of it and watching it plummet to the floor. I laughed loudly as some sort of sauce hit him on the cheek, and he bent down, picking it up, blushing. I had never actually seen him blush before, and I found it endearing and sweet, something I could use to tame the attraction to him that was floating around in my belly.

  “Did your mom teach you to cook?” he asked.

  “She did,” I said, thinking about all the lessons as a kid. “She knew I would be someone other than a housewife when I grew up, but she still wanted me to be able to cook the hell out of pretty much anything that came across the table. I learned to cook in that old, downhome cooking kind of way. Nothing fancy, just warm, comforting, and delicious.”

  “That sounds perfect,” he said, turning toward me holding plates and silverware. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to set the table.”

  “Okay,” I said, smiling and watching as he left the room.

  I sighed and turned back toward the kitchen, staring off in a dream world. I raised my glass to my lips but quickly discovered my glass was empty. I pouted, staring at the bottom of my wine glass. I looked over my shoulder for Ollie, but he was busy setting the table, whistling to himself. I chuckled and shook my head, pulling myself from the stool and walking around the counter, determined to find the wine and pour myself another glass. I looked around the kitchen for the bottle, finally finding it sitting next to the wall.

  “Aha,” I said to myself. “There you are.”

  I pulled the cork out and began to pour the wine into my glass, glancing over at the empty box sitting on the counter. I reached over and picked it up, stopping for a moment to put the cork back in the bottle. I wandered around the kitchen, reading the box and sipping my wine, realizing that it was one of those “meal in a box” kits, where everything was carefully packaged for easy cooking.

  Other women would be angry, but I thought it was absolutely adorable. He was so worried about cooking me a good meal, he didn’t want to take the chance at screwing it up, so he got the safest option he could. I was assuming that if he could barely make toast, this was still a serious accomplishment for him. Still, there was no way I was going to let him out of this without some kind of teasing. He would have a field day with me if the tables were turned. He walked back into the kitchen and stopped in his tracks as I raised the box in the air.

  “Do I need to punish my servant for his falsehoods?”

  Ollie laughed, but his face quickly turned contrite. I giggled, walking up to him and kissing his cheek before helping him to bring the food out to the living room. We started eating, and I had to admit that the food tasted really good, even if it was from a kit. As we ate and talked, we flirted heavily, feeling the passion and lust between us growing. It was almost overwhelming.

  “So, if you are my servant, does that mean I can make you do other things, too, besides cook dinner?”

  “Of course,” he said, swallowing and nodding. “The night belongs to you, madam.”

  A fizzle of electricity ran through my chest at the sound of his words. The night belonging to me could be a dangerous idea. I sat there, staring over at him, images of what I wanted him to do tumbling through my mind. Let’s just say for these activities, clothing was definitely not needed.

  Chapter 23

  Ollie

  I could see the look in Elana’s eye, one of mischief and lust, and instantly, I could feel my cock get rock solid in my pants. I shifted in my seat, trying to adjust myself. God, I hoped that she was looking for me to service her sexually. It would be exactly what I needed. She was so sexy and confident, something I hadn’t seen in her until we were hanging out all the time. It was obvious that she was a nervous person, and she didn’t let her guard down easily, but once she did, her confidence went through the roof. I had to admit, it was probably one of the sexiest things about her: having her feel strong enough in my presence to feel like she was desirable and beautiful. That alone showed me that I was doing a really good job at helping her to feel more comfortable in her beautiful skin. I wanted her to see herself as I saw her: strong, beautiful, and sexy.

  I had been longing for her touch since we had sex before, and my lust had grown, becoming almost painful. I tried to hide the grin on my face as we continued eating, not being able to get my raging hard-on off my mind. I wanted this woman in every way I could possibly think of, and from the look on her face, she was having the same exact thoughts about me. How could I not be chomping at the bit for her to let down the last of her guard and take what she wanted?

  For the rest of dinner, we talked about all kinds of things, from the upcoming holidays to how amazing it was that we found each other after all of these years. Thrown into the conversation were flirtations and innuendos that were not helping me calm down at all. In reality, though, I didn’t want to calm down. I wanted to jump all over her. When dinner was done, she helped me clear the table and wandered around drinking her wine as I rinsed the dishes. My breathing was a bit labored as I stood there, feeling the thickness in the air between us. I needed to calm down.

  When I was done, I dried off my hands and looked out at the patio, watching as she stood in the darkness, staring up at the night sky. The moon was bright, and the soft lighting hit her skin, sending shivers down my spine. She looked radiant standing there, and I almost didn’t even recognize the girl I had once known. Elana was a woman now, forced to grow up with tragedy, but blossoming with every year that I had been gone. I wondered how I didn’t see that the first moment I ran into her. The truth was, she wasn’t Elana anymore, or at least, the Elana I knew back in the day. She was a stronger, more vibrant woman with characteristics that were hidden away before, under the guise of nerdiness and determination.

  I walked toward the door, grabbing my jacket off the hook on the wall, my eyes glued to the way her back curved right above her round, firm ass. My pants were tight from the pressure of my fully erect cock, and I moved it around a bit before stepping outside into the cool night air. Slowly, I pulled the coat up over her shoulders, kissing her on the cheek and smiling, standing as close as she would let me.

  “Why, thank you,” she said. “You are a good and faithful servant.”

  “I think you are a bit too good at the mistress thing.” I chuckled.

  “You know what will be awkward?”

  “What’s that?” I asked.

  “If I ever become super rich and hire a servant.” She laughed. “Though, I don’t think I have to really worry about that. Librarians aren’t known for their copious amounts of wealth.”

  “Hey, you never know. Maybe you’ll discover a new way of binding a book or something.” I laughed. “Or the next new age way to organize books on the shelf. You can patent it, and then they have to pay you to use it.”

  “I don’t think it quite works that way.” She giggled, watching the small, rogue clouds filter across the sky.

  I followed her eyes up to a small cluster of stars and then pulled my head back down, staring at her perfectly smooth fair skin and blushed cheek. Her vision was fixated on the stars, but mine was fixated on her, memorizing every curve, every speck, and every imperfection that I only found to make her that much more beautiful. I didn’t want our game to end, and I wanted her to relax, giving in to the things I knew were floating around in her head. I needed to see if I
could keep the roleplay going, just for a bit longer.

  “So, madam,” I said, taking in a deep breath. “You’ve had your delicious, gourmet dinner, you have relaxed while your dutiful servant cleaned the plates and put them away, and now, he waits, wondering what your next desire is, hoping it is something a bit more fun.”

  “Slaving away in the kitchen wasn’t fun?” she asked, laughing. “Who would have guessed? Though you did look pretty handsome doing it, like you were right out of a catalog.”

  “I’m not sure if that is a good thing or a bad thing,” I said, laughing.

  “You’ll make a really good wife one day.” She giggled. “So, let’s see. What could I order you to do next?”

  “Be easy on me.” I laughed.

  “The world is my oyster here,” she said with a smile.

  I watched as she sipped her wine, something glimmering in her eye. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking about, but I really hoped it had something to do with relieving this massive hard-on in my pants. I wanted to grab her and take her right there, but this was her game, and I was determined to give her the choice in whatever happened. Sure, I liked to take control, to make her feel protected and taken care of, but she needed to remember that she had control of her own life. She needed to see that I was ready and open to anything she had to offer me. Hopefully, that offer was going to include my cock because I didn’t know how much longer I could take this. Everything about her was turning me on, from the way she licked her lips after a sip of wine, to the way her hand brushed against me as she moved.

  “So, I can literally order you to do anything that I want?” she asked.

  “Yep,” I said, nodding. “Well, anything within reason, of course. I draw the line at thievery and murder.”

  “You take all the fun out of it,” she said with a giggle.

  “I know,” I sighed. “Damn my moral compass.”

  She laughed, her mind still winding around my offer. She lifted her glass to her lips and smiled, looking out over the backyard. She swallowed her wine and turned to me, running her finger slowly down my chest and stopping at my belt buckle. My heart went wild anticipating what she was going to say. I could feel myself getting wound tighter and tighter, almost bursting at the seams.

  “I want a massage,” she said quietly. “I want to have oil, your hands, the whole nine yards.”

  “All right,” I said excitedly. “And what kind of massage would you like? A shoulder massage, a foot massage, a scalp massage maybe? Oh, then there is the ever-popular, gluteus massage, giving you added relief while working for all those hours in the dusty stacks. Personally, I would choose the—”

  She put her finger over my lips and shushed me quietly. She took a big gulp of her wine, obviously the catalyst behind her ability to let go and relax. She stepped forward, her lips just inches from my ear.

  “I want a full body massage,” she whispered. “The whole nine yards, from head to toe. I want every muscle in my body to relax at the same time, and I want your hands to be the ones that do it. Is that something that you think you can handle, servant boy?”

  Holy crap, was it ever. I nodded my head, my words stuck in my throat. She kissed my cheek softly and went back to her glass, taking another sip. For a moment, I was frozen in place, unable to move at the idea of getting to rub my hands all over her silky-smooth body. On top of all of that, she would be naked, leaving me unable to understand how I was supposed to control my cock. I already wanted to fuck her so badly.

  “Good,” she said, looking over at me. “Then you go ahead and get ready for me.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said with a smirk, turning and walking toward the door.

  “Oh, and servant boy,” she said, turning her head toward me. “Make it romantic. Maybe by a fire or something.”

  “You read my mind,” I said, smiling and walking into the house.

  I immediately went to work, making the most awesome atmosphere I could muster on such short notice. I was so excited, I could barely keep my thoughts on track. I grabbed some wood from the pile by the fireplace and started a big, raging fire, perfect for a night like this. I stoked the flames for a while, not wanting it to go out halfway through the massage. It would definitely keep her body warm as she sprawled out naked in front of me. I then ran down the hall and pulled a big, thick comforter from the closet, bringing it back and laying it out on the floor in front of the fire. I wanted her to be as comfortable and relaxed as possible, and if it went the way I wanted it to go, I wanted it to be a spot I could take her at any moment.

  I got up from the floor, tossing a couple of pillows down for her head, and went over to the stereo where I turned on some light, sensual music. The room flickered in the lights of the fire, and I smiled, walking to the bathroom and grabbing the baby oil. When I got back, she was standing there, holding her wine glass in front of her, a look of a slightly unsure nature on her face. I knew that we were supposed to be moving slowly. I was the one that had forced that concept. But at that moment, I needed this more than my next breath. I hadn’t stopped thinking about making love to Elana since the first time, and having her in my arms now without being able to touch her was driving me absolutely insane.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered, walking toward her. “Why don’t you get undressed?”

  She looked at me and smiled coyly, nodding her head and setting her glass down on the table. I watched as she took each piece of her clothing off slowly, leaving just her red lace panties on. Her body glistened in the light of the fire, and she was extraordinarily beautiful in the lights. With each step toward me, her breasts bounced up and down, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on them. She laid down on her belly, letting out a deep breath from the warmth of the fire. I smiled, reaching up and pulling the oil down from the mantle. I took my shirt off to avoid getting any stains on it and then paused, taking in her gorgeous frame.

  This was going to be the ultimate seduction; only I hadn’t yet figured out who was seducing who.

  Chapter 24

  Elana

  The oil was cold as it trickled down my back, pooling in the crevice just above my tail bone. I laid my head on the pillow and stared into the flames of the fire, trying to control my urges a little bit longer. I knew that he wanted to go slowly, but I also knew he had an ulterior motive behind the wager, and I wasn’t going to pass up a chance to feel Ollie’s hands on my body. The whole night had been amazing, and I felt beautiful and confident when I was anywhere near him. There was definitely something special that he did to my mind, and now, I was hoping he would do the same thing with my body. I needed him almost as much as I needed air in my lungs. I needed to feel our closeness, our bodies wrapped around each other, pleasure pulsating through our bones.

  My thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of Ollie’s hands pressing down into the puddle of oil and pushing hard up my back to my shoulders. I groaned as he dug into the muscles, tension releasing from me with every firm stroke of his hands. I hadn’t realized just how tense my body was, but it hadn’t been a surprise since I had spent the last five years walking around as a ball of anxiety. He massaged my shoulders further, pressing the tips of his fingers into the tenser spots and rubbing in circles. Slowly, he lowered his hands down just a bit, sliding his oily hands through my shoulder blades and at the crest of my back, rolling the muscles into a numbing submission. He was actually pretty good at this, but it didn’t surprise me. He had always been a pleaser, his energy intensifying when he knew he was giving someone what they wanted or needed.

  His hands flattened on my back, and he pushed down on my spine, releasing tiny little pops of pressure all the way down to my ass. I breathed out a deep breath, feeling my body sinking into the floor below me. The wavering flames of the roaring fire heated my skin, and the smell of baby oil permeated my nostrils. I concentrated hard on his touch, feeling as he made his way down to my lower back and began to work into the muscles there. I could feel the release in the pit of my stomach, and I
moaned softly, bringing electricity into my chest. Slowly, he moved behind me, wiping his hands on a towel next to us and slowly pulling my panties down over my ass. His hands slipped down, massaging my ass cheeks before moving down to my thighs. He kneaded heavily into them as I collected myself from the giggle that escaped my chest.

  I turned my head, watching his muscles tense and relax and his body shimmer in the light of the fire. Immediately, I was turned on, and I bit my lip as he moved down my calves, stopping and rubbing the tips of his fingers all the way up to my shoulders. Goosebumps covered my body, and I breathed deeply, turning over on my back and looking up at Ollie with lust.

  I reached up silently and ran my hand over his cock, already rock solid in his pants. His hands glistened with oil as he reached down and grabbed my tits, massaging them heavily. My eyes glistened and called for him, and he leaned forward, kissing me passionately. Instantly, lust erupted between us, and I reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling me into him. He slipped between my legs, and my body lurched, rubbing my wet mound against his cock, still straining to be released from his pants. I could feel the need in him, his hands running down my naked body, the excitement of my freedom and comfort surging through my chest.

  My body was relaxed, but my lust was not, and instantly, I wanted to feel his cock against me, slipping through my juices and filling me up inside. I reached down between us and unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling down the zipper and pulling down on his jeans. He reached up and tugged on them, pulling them down to his knees and then using his feet to get them the rest of the way off. He slowly laid down into me, his boxers not restraining his cock like his pants did. His large, stout shaft moved up and down over my pussy, his hips moving in time with the rhythm of the flames next to us. I moaned, feeling the softness of the fabric caressing my clit and pushing the heat in my stomach further toward eruption. He slipped his hand between my legs and cupped my mound, squeezing and releasing with care.