You & Me: The Complete Series (3 Book Boxset)
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“Wanna find out?”
“Just what do you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you get the check and close your tab while I finish my drink.”
“Check please!”
Alex
I’m feeling bold tonight. I’m a fairly confident woman but I wasn’t always this way. It took a special man to make me feel this strong and it’s stayed with me. Tonight, that confidence is spilling out of me. There is just something about the man in the sexy suit on the stool next to me that has me so full of need that I’m having no problem taking what I want.
He’s making it really easy. He seems eager to do just about anything I tell him to. He may not be much of a challenge but I think I’ll enjoy playing with him for a while.
He pays the bill and turns in his seat and I can feel him staring at me while I casually finish my drink, taking my time.
Once I finish I put the glass down, purposefully lick my lips and then spin around on my stool, grab my clutch and stand up. I don’t say anything. I simply start walking toward the elevators. I don’t look back to see if he’s behind me. I know he is. He’s following me like a little puppy.
When I make it to the elevators I push the up button and wait. When the bell chimes and the doors open I finally turn around and see him waiting patiently. I grab his tie and turn around pulling him behind me. I select the nineteenth floor with my free hand and watch the doors close. He doesn’t move behind me. He stands still while I keep him in place still holding him by the tie.
After a long, quiet ride we finally reach my floor. I gently pull him behind me and down the hall to room 1921. I drop his tie and say, “Stay.”
I open my purse, pull out my key card and open the door. I take his tie in my hand again and pull him into my room. He still hasn’t said a word but he does make sure all the locks on the door are locked before his attention is back on me.
I pull him further into the room and stop us at the foot of the bed.
“Take off your jacket.”
His jacket drops to the floor and a sexy smirk lights his eyes.
“Don’t get too sassy, pretty boy. The night is still young.”
“What exactly did you have planned for me?”
I take the two steps needed to get close enough to start untying his tie. “Earlier tonight you mentioned being bound, gagged and whipped.”
He lifts one of his cocky eyebrows just as I pull his tie off of his neck. “Is that so?”
“Only if you behave yourself.”
“Oh, I’ll behave.”
“Good. Now take your off your shoes and socks.”
I step away and take my phone out and turn on the portable speaker that I had brought with me. I select my song of choice and turn back to see him waiting for his next command.
When Mary J Blige starts singing he smiles and gives me a wink. I ignore his smile and get back to business. I reach for his belt and undo it with ease. I pull it out of his belt loops so fast that it makes a loud crack through the air. “We’ll save that for later,” I say tossing the belt on to the bed.
“I love the way your mind works, woman.”
I step as close to him as I can get but keep my eyes on his as I unbutton his suit pants. I slowly move them over his perfectly sculpted ass and drop them to the floor. He’s now standing there in just his black boxer briefs and his white button down shirt. I can’t help but look down to see what I felt behind his pants as I pulled his zipper down.
With my hands still on his ass I lift my eyes back to his as Mary continues singing on a loop in the background. I take his right hand in mine and start to undo the buttons on his shirt sleeve. Without taking my eyes off of him I take care of his left sleeve as well. Next I move to the buttons on the front of his shirt while his eyes penetrate deep inside me. His stare has an effect on me like I wouldn’t imagine I would still have at this age. He makes me feel like a teenager on a date with her high school crush.
Once I have the last button undone he suddenly pulls me near him and his hand reaches around to the zipper of my dress. But I reach back and stop him. “We’ll get to that.” I reach my hands up and under his shirt to push it off his shoulders loving that I’m in total control. Once I feel the shirt fall I can’t help but step back and take a look at the sexy as hell man before me.
To say that I did not expect to see what I see would be an understatement. I can’t help but burst out into a fit of laughter and my confident sexy moment is out the window.
“What in the world?”
“You don’t like it?”
“What did you do to yourself?”
Looking down at his gorgeous chest I see that with a marker of some kind he has drawn on a Superman shield only it has an SB instead of a single S. He’s also drawn on a little bow tie at his neck and when he brings his hands up to fake adjust his tie I see that he has also drawn on fake little cuffs at his wrists. My mouth falls upon in disbelief. He cannot be serious!
With his smile beaming it’s clear he’s proud of himself. “Happy Anniversary, Sweet Thing. I didn’t know if you were going to be in the mood for a superhero or your Sexy Beast so I thought I would give you options. You like the Chippendale look better than the superhero look, don’t you? I can tell the bow tie and cuffs are working for ya.”
“You are suck a dork, Mickey Jacobs.”
Pulling me closer he replies. “I know and I do kinda feel bad. You were doing so well at the ‘meeting a stranger in a bar’ role-playing. I was looking forward to seeing where that was going, but I guess I ruined it. Sorry, baby.” He unzips my dress and lets it fall to the floor. Now, I’m just standing in my black heels and red lace bra—since my matching panties are currently in his suit jacket pocket. “Do you forgive me?” He says with lust filled eyes.
“It was going rather well and I was having fun, but this is pretty fun too.” I trace the SB on his chest and can’t help but think of what a lucky woman I am. Ten years of marriage and my husband is still up for trying new things and still making sure that he always makes me laugh. When I suggested that we take our long-time game of making up stories about the strangers we watch when we’re out, and making up one of those little stories for ourselves, I thought he might laugh but he was all for it. But I should have known better. Mickey Jacobs is never afraid of trying something new. Even after two kids and a decade of marriage he never lets me down. He really is my superhero and my Sexy Beast all wrapped up into one amazing man.
“Oh baby, the fun is far from over. It’s just beginning.”
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More Playlist
Unsteady by X Ambassadors
Hypnotize by The Notorious B.I.G.
Color by Finish Ticket
Dreams by Beck
Something to Believe In by Young the Giant
Shiver by Coldplay
Deep by Marion Hill
Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes
Starving by Hailee Steinfeld (feat. Zedd)
Waves by Mr. Probz
Sweet Thing by Mary J. Blige
Family Portrait by P!nk
Throw Down Your Guns by Wild Belle
King of the World by Weezer
My House by Flo Rida
Get Out by Casey Abrams
Something New by Zendaya
Make It Rain by Ed Sheeran
Guillotine by Jon Bellion (feat. Travis Mendes)
Work by Rihanna (feat. Drake)
Can’t Stop the Feeling by Justin Timberlake
California Love by 2Pac (feat. Dr. Dre)
Forever Like That by Ben Rector
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SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS
Book Three in the YOU & Me Series
Something Just Like This
Copyright (C) 2017 Lisa Shelby Books, LLC
ISBN: 978-0-9980953-6-3
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters,
businesses, places, events and incidents are either the
products of the author’s imagination or used in a
fictitious manner.
Any resemblance to actual persons,
living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
All rights reserved. This book or parts thereof may not be
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prior written permission of the publisher, except as
provided by United States of America copyright law.
Except for the original material written by the author, all
songs, song titles, and lyrics mentioned in Something Just Like This
are the property of the respective songwriters and
copyright holders.
Cover Design, Interior Design & Formatting by:
Kiss and Tell Design Lab
Editing:
Finishing Touch Editing
Dedication
For S.
My fairy tale bliss.
Love you more,
L
“There is no fear in love and your love is my strength.”
Craig Sager
Prologue
“You’re kidding, right?” Her hand closes over her mouth the moment I bend to one knee and reach into my pocket.
For a brief moment in time, I actually think she may just be surprised, but when she throws her head back and laughs with pure abandon, my body turns cold, and I start to feel sick.
“Liam, for God sakes, get up! We don’t need people to see you and have the word get out that you’ve proposed. What in the Lord’s name are you thinking?” She all but yells through the outdoor terrace of the restaurant I reserved weeks ago, specifically for this moment.
Getting up from bended knee and shoving the small square box deep into my pocket, I fall back into my seat. My seat at the table with the candle-lit setting that she continues standing next to, looking down on me in disbelief.
I don’t like the way this feels. Her standing above me. Looking down on me.
I sense people staring at us, and I can hear their whispers.
Why isn’t she sitting down? I am this close to my emotions getting the better of me.
The kind of emotions I’m not used to feeling.
“Why don’t you have a seat? If you don’t want attention, you might want to sit down.” I can hear the terseness in my voice.
It’s taking everything I have to keep my ass in my seat and not to flee the bloody scene before me. I force myself to resist because there is no need to cause a bigger scene than we already have.
She finally sits.
“Liam, honey…I thought you knew we weren’t serious. I thought you were just having fun too?”
“Clearly, you thought wrong,” is all I can muster.
I feel my rage boiling under the surface, and I know if I say much more, the scene I’m trying to avoid will likely take place.
Her smile hasn’t left her face since her hysterical fit of laughter. It’s almost as if she’s enjoying herself and finding the entire ordeal hilarious.
“Liam, we have fun together and you’re great in bed—I mean really great—but there has never been any long-term possibility for us.” She tilts her head and looks at me like I’m a child she has to talk down to so I understand the words that are coming out of her mouth.
How could I have been so wrong about us?
She can see the confusion on my face and shakes her head, taking my hand and patting it to placate me. Smile still in place.
“Sweetie, please don’t take this the wrong way…but you aren’t really the marrying kind. You’re the kind of guy a girl dates to get under her parents’ skin.”
I rip my hand out from underneath hers.
Is this really happening right now?
She sits back in her chair, relaxed and chipper as can be. “My parents already hope I’ll marry my dad’s business associate’s son. A son with blue blood, and I know that chapter of my life is right around the corner. That’s where you came in. I was making sure I had as much fun as I could with a regular guy before it was time to settle down. Once that happens, my life with be filled with dinner parties, babies, and boring sex.”
And the hits just keep coming.
“You mean a regular guy who will get under her parents’ skin. That’s what all of this...” I say, motioning my hand between the two of us. “…has been about?”
“Listen, I know you make good money and you treat me well, but you’re new money, darlin’, and that’s just not quite the same thing. It’s not what my family and I are looking for. You know how it is.”
“I do now.”
“Liam, again no offense but do you really see me having little brown babies running around the club? My parents would be mortified.” She chuckles.
Holy fuck! This is about my skin color.
Who the fuck is she?
I raise my hand to let our server know we’re ready for our check. I think I’ve had about enough, and it’s time to go.
“Oh, come on Liam. You don’t have to be a baby and cut the night short. You’re a big tough guy. It’s not like you actually popped the question. You didn’t ask me anything, and I didn’t decline any offers. Let’s just forget the whole thing.” She leans forward and looks up and down the small menu in front of her. “Besides, I haven’t ordered my dessert yet.”
Her fucking dessert? She must be out of her fucking mind!
The server brings the check to the table, and I’ve already got my card out. While I wait for him to return my card, I stare out at the lake in front of me. I can’t look at her face another minute.
I just want out of this fucking restaurant.
Now.
I sign the receipt once my card is returned to me. I stand and pull out her chair without looking at her.
She stands on a huff. “You’re being a baby, Liam.”
I don’t reply.
Not sure what I would say to the racist bitch that pretty much just told me I was beneath her. That I’m a joke she was using to piss her parents off.
Yep, not sure there’s anything to say that won’t lead to me getting arrested.
I walk ahead of her and straight to the valet. I can hear her stomping behind me, mumbling under her breath, and I could not give two shits.
She stands next to me but neither of us speak. She’s texting someone. I’m sure she’s telling her hysterical story to all of her little friends and laughing at my expense.
Where is my fucking car?
I hear her giggle at something just as my car is parked in front of us. I tip the valet and walk around to the driver’s side of the car and get in. She stands outside the passenger side door and for a minute has the nerve to act appalled that I haven’t gotten back out to open her door for her.
She’ll be waiting a long fucking time.
Eventually, she gets the message and lets herself in. The moment she slams the door shut, I take off. I couldn’t care less that she doesn’t have her seat belt on. I just need to
get her home, out of my car, and out of my God-damned life.
As we pull into her driveway, she takes off her seat belt. Her hand trails up my thigh, and she grabs my cock. If she thinks that she will ever get me hard for her again she is sorely mistaken. I lift her hand off me and drop it in her lap. She disgusts me.
“Honey, if my money and my skin color aren’t good enough for you then my dick surely isn’t. Play time is over.” I put the car in park and reach in front of her and open her door for her instead of walking around the car and opening it. “You have a nice night.”
And get the fuck out of my car!
She pouts for a moment and then steps out of the car, but before she closes the door, she leans in and says, “Thanks for dinner…”
I jolt up in my bed, dripping in sweat and feeling like I might get sick.
Fuck this dream…or shall I say nightmare.
It’s been months since that laugh has haunted my sleep, and I do not plan on letting it taunt me again.
I need a drink.
Chapter 1
Cami
“We’re pregnant!” Emily announces to the table. My best friend’s face is beaming, and her husband, Jonathan, couldn’t look more excited.
Our group erupts in celebration, and questions about due dates, genders, and baby names start banging around our secluded table in the back of our favorite sushi restaurant.
Now I get why she ordered off the regular menu and didn’t order sushi.
Emily lifts her hands to quiet us and ignores all of our individual questions. “We’re only a month along and it’s still early days but you are our people, and we just couldn’t wait for the first trimester to be over to tell you.”
I couldn’t be happier for my best friend and her little family. She had a rough start to this whole adulting thing, and it’s been amazing to watch her life come together over the last few years. I jump out of my seat and make my way around the table where she’s standing, waiting with open arms when I reach her.