“Lactose intolerant?” I ask. “I clearly remember you eating grilled cheese sandwiches with me during our Harry Potter movie marathon.”
James laughs at the memory. “I developed it after we moved. The doctor says that sensitivities like that can be trigged by stress or shock to the system.”
“Oh,” I say, thinking about how my angry tirade in the woods probably hadn’t helped him ease into the transition. “I had no idea,” I say, trying to keep my guilt at bay. “That sucks.”
He shrugs. “Ah, well, you get used to it. But I will admit that there are days that I would kill for another grilled cheese sandwich or a slice of real cheesecake. The ones made of tofu just aren’t the same.”
“No,” I say, wrinkling my nose. “I can believe that.”
James leads me to a cozy side room filled with dark wood walls and intimate clusters of red leather easy chairs. It looks like something out of a 19th-century gentleman’s club. We choose a pair of chairs in the far corner and James smiles at me over his drink.
“So,” he encourages, “tell me everything.”
Chapter 3
So I do. I tell him about how amazing it was to go to Berkeley, about my job, how much I love working with new books and how my co-workers are all amazing. I tell him about my cute apartment, my failed attempt to grow my own lettuce last summer, about Rufus the cat, Janice and her three kids, everything I can think of – except my recent breakup. Or that I’m still in love with him. Or that I still feel horrible for what happened between us. So, you know, everything but the important stuff.
James is a great listener, just like he was when we were young. He laughs in all the right places, asks thoughtful questions, sympathizes with my lettuce misadventure. When I’m finally done blabbing, he tells me about his time studying economics in London, how sometimes he got confused and would start speaking German in class, how he’d missed the States and is so glad to finally be back after all these years.
When we finally stop to catch our breath it feels like we only started talking a few minutes ago, but, judging by the accumulated glasses on the table, I’d say it’s been more like hours. But talking to James is the easiest thing in the world – the words just keep coming, as if all our stories have just been waiting until the other person showed up in our lives again. It’s so easy that I momentarily forget all our history, my cruel words, the years of silence. It feels, in that moment, with the low warm light, the buzz of spiced rum in my veins and his smiling face so close to mine, as if we’ve never actually been apart.
So, of course, I have to go and ruin everything.
“Amber,” says James, leaning in towards me over the seat of his chair, “I can’t say how happy I am to see you again.”
“Ditto,” I reply. “For once my clumsiness was worth it.”
“Definitely,” he smiles.
The golden flecks in his eyes glimmer in the light as he looks at me. I feel as if I’m hypnotized. Without another word, I close the gap between us and press my lips to his. I’ve wanted to kiss him ever since he told me he was leaving for Germany. I was too busy being angry at the time, but underneath all the hurt and pain, all I’d wanted was for him to embrace me.
After a second, James pulls back, staring at me. “Amber…” he says softly, a frowning beginning between his eyebrows.
Fuck, I think. Oh, fuck.
“James, I’m—” I begin, wanting desperately to make things right.
“James!” Someone with the world’s worst timing calls from the door to the main hall. “James! We need you!”
James looks over his shoulder at the stranger then back to me. “I’ll be right back,” he says, leaving me alone with my breaking heart. How could I have been such an idiot?
After a minute or so of hyperventilating, I decide to get up and do what everyone does in these situations: drown their sorrows. The waiter being nowhere in sight, I head back to the main room to find a very stiff drink. As it turns out, this was a terrible decision.
There, standing by a dessert table, is James. As I watch, a beautiful blonde woman comes up to him, leading a little boy with perfect golden curls by the hand. James beams at them, kissing the woman’s cheek and lifting the kid into his arms.
Jesus Christ, I think. He’s married. He’s married with a kid. Could I have fucked this up any worse?
Shame and embarrassment flood through me and I feel my throat close up and tears well in my eyes. As fast as I can without drawing attention to myself, I wade back through the crowd and into the lobby.
“Coat p-please,” I croak to the concierge who, bless him, brings my things faster than any other concierge in the history of concierges. I slap down a few bills as a tip and run out of the lobby, not even bothering to put my coat on first. For all I know, I just left a forty dollar tip.
The December air hits me like a slap in the face and I give in, pausing to pull on my jacket. Wrapping it snuggly around myself, I duck my chin, hugging myself tightly with both arms as I head into the wind. It’s so strong that it whips the tears off my face as they fall. I’m pretty sure that the last time I was this miserable was when I ran, crying, from James in the woods all those years ago. I certainly didn’t cry this much when Bobby broke up with me last week. Hell, I think I just shrugged.
But I’m not shrugging now.
“Amber!”
I falter. Did I really just hear someone call my name or was it the wind?
“Amber!” Closer this time, and louder. Definitely not the wind. I turn.
“James?” My mouth drops open of its own volition.
“Amber!” Not even out of breath, James comes to a stop in front of me. He’s just run the whole block to catch up with me – in nothing but his shirt and tie. “They told me you’d left. I couldn’t…I couldn’t let you go again. Not like this.”
“Let me…? No, James, this is entirely my fault. I didn’t realize you were married. I shouldn’t have just jumped on you like that, it was totally—”
“What I wanted you to do,” he interrupts, shivering uncontrollably in the wind.
“What?” I stare at him, fighting the urge to wrap my arms around him and warm him up.
“I’m not married. You saw that blonde woman and the little boy, I’m guessing? That’s my little sister and her son. My nephew Jackson.”
“Oh my God, that was Natalie? She’s so beautiful!” I knew his sister in high school, but only barely. She was five years younger than us and, at the time, had been all elbows, knees, and braces. “You mean you’re not…”
James shakes his head, his teeth chattering. I give into the urge and step forward, wrapping my arms around his waist. I can feel the warmth of his skin through the thin fabric. “Thanks,” he murmurs as his arms close around me.
“What did you mean that was exactly what you wanted me to do?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Let’s go inside,” he says. “I live above the club. We can talk there.”
“God, yes,” I nod. “I don’t want to be responsible for you catching hypothermia on top of everything else.”
He chuckles and takes my hand in his. My skin erupts in goosebumps that have nothing to do with the cold. Together, we jog back to the warmth of the lobby.
The concierge doesn’t seem at all surprised when James leads me back inside and we head for the elevator. He just gives me a smile and a nod as if people run back and forth through his lobby every day.
As the elevator rises, I notice that we’re going to the top floor. “You didn’t mention you live in the penthouse,” I say, pointing at the buttons with my free hand. James is still holding my other one.
He smiles as though the fact embarrasses him slightly. “Yeah…” he says. “Well, business has been good to me.”
When we finally arrive in his apartment I see that business has been more than good. It’s been in-fucking-credible. The place is enormous and every piece of furniture is probably worth more than everything I own put together. But the most am
azing part is the far wall: it’s made entirely of windows and looks out at Central Park.
“Holy shit, James,” I whisper, suddenly realizing that I’ve been holding my breath. “This place is incredible. What are you? Like a millionaire?”
He bit his lip like he always does when he really doesn’t want to admit something. “Billionaire,” he corrects.
“Fuck,” I say. “God, my life must have sounded so dumb to you. There was me, so happy to have my little apartment when you…”
“No, Amber, never!” James shakes his head, his beautiful eyes wide and earnest. He takes me by the arms. “Your life – your apartment - sounds great. I mean that. Yeah, sure, this place is expensive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate the beauty of other things. When you told me about your life I was thrilled that it was going so well.”
I make a face.
“I’d like to see your place one day…if you wouldn’t mind,” he admits.
“Really? I…God, why?”
“Because it’s where you live,” he replies. “I want to know everything about you. I…” he swallows, his thumbs stroking my upper arms. “I never got over you, Amber.”
Time stands still. My mind races: did I fall asleep at some point without realizing? Am I dreaming?
“You…am I dreaming right now?” I ask faintly.
James chuckles and pinches my arm without warning.
“Ow!!” I squeak and slap him lightly. “Jerk! Okay, okay. Not dreaming.” I can feel an enormous grin spreading across my face. It’s so big I’m surprised my whole head isn’t splitting in half. “I never got over you either,” I say. Suddenly the words are tumbling out of me. “God, James, I’ve felt so bad all these years for the things I said to you that day in the forest. I didn’t mean them. I was just upset and stupid. I’ve missed you ever since. God, I’m so sorry I was so dumb. I’m so sorry I caused you pain.”
James blinks at me. Finally, it’s his turn to look surprised. “Really?” he asks. “I always thought you hated me for leaving you like that. I thought for sure you wouldn’t come to the party. And then, when you kissed me, I was so surprised…I didn’t know what to do. It was like my whole world had been turned upside down. So of course, like an idiot, I just ran off. Then I realized how that must’ve looked and that’s when I raced after you. I couldn’t lose you again after all this.”
“So we’re both idiots is what you’re saying?” I ask.
James smiles. “Apparently.”
We look at each other for a moment longer and then I can’t help myself. I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him with all the passion and love and desire that I’ve kept locked up inside me for all these years. His arms come up around me, pressing me to his chest. This kiss is much better than the last one. To be honest, I never want it to end, but my lungs are only so big.
When we finally break apart I smile up at him. “God, I’ve missed you,” I murmur. “Promise you won’t run off again this time?”
He chuckles. “I will if you will.”
“Deal.” For a moment we just grin at each other like goofs. “Thank God you’re such a fast runner,” I say finally.
James laughs again and gently runs his fingers through my fancy hairdo. “I wanted to tell you earlier…you look amazing.”
I blush like a schoolgirl on her first date. “Same to you,” I reply, fingering the collar of his shirt. Tenderly, I pull him down for another kiss.
This time James’s hands aren’t satisfied with my waist and they run lower, cupping my ass and lifting, pressing my pelvis against his. Despite all the velvet and linen between us, I can feel an erection beginning in his pants. Just the thought of his cock makes me moan into his kiss. I’m pretty keen to see if my memory of his enormous dick is correct. Hell, I’m pretty keen even if it isn’t.
I begin to undo his tie, sliding the silk between my fingers as we kiss. When it’s loose, I toss it to the side and get to work on his buttons. Suddenly he pulls away slightly and I frown.
“Amber, are you sure you—” he begins.
“Yes,” I reply, interrupting the question. “I’m dying to.”
“Thank God,” he groans, his lips crashing into mine. It’s like a flip has been switched. With one hand he yanks down the zipper of my dress, the other burying itself in my hair, pulling my head back so that he can run his tongue down my neck and between my breasts. His sudden fervor turns me on and I can feel my pussy growing wet as he gently bites my neck.
Deftly, he pulls my dress up and off, tossing it in the same direction that his tie went. And suddenly there I am in nothing but my bra, panties, and stilettos. James looks down at me and moans. I guess it’s a good thing I decided to wear my black lace underwear just in case.
“Somehow you’re even more beautiful out of the dress than in it,” he tells me, his eyes finally coming up to meet mine.
I giggle and hold my arms out to him. With a grin he crouches slightly, grabbing me by the thighs and hefting me onto his hips. My cleavage is right under his chin and he tilts his head kiss my breasts, this time dragging his tongue in the opposite direction, up towards my chin. I let my head hang, loving the way his tongue sends shivers through my entire body. As if I weigh nothing, James carries me across the apartment and into the bedroom, carefully tipping me backwards onto the enormous bed.
“I feel there’s a distinct imbalance in clothing,” I tell him, reaching up to finish undoing his buttons.
Instead of letting me finish, James just yanks off his shirt and throws it to the side. His pants are given the same brusque treatment and, all of a sudden, I’m face to face with his throbbing erection and my memory, it turns out, was spot on. It’s thick and long and it makes me wet just to think about it sliding up my pussy.
“Is this better?” James asks with a smile as he watches me ogle his dick.
“Much,” I answer, finally tearing my eyes away.
He kneels on the bed, straddling me as he reaches around and unhooks my bra. Like the rest of our clothes, the black lace is tossed into the corner. His smile growing, James takes my breasts in his hands. His palms are soft and warm on my hardening nipples and he’s clearly enjoying playing with me. He presses my tits up and in, kneading my sensitive flesh, teasing my nipples and making me catch my breath.
Leaning down, he brings his lips down to one nipple then the other, sucking luxuriously on each dark pink bud and making me moan as his tongue swirls up and down, occasionally stroking the often-forgotten skin of the underside of my breasts.
But I don’t want him doing all the work and, with a concerted effort, I manage to get a hold of myself. “Let me,” I tell him, pushing him away and looking up at him through my lashes in that way that drives all men crazy. He swallows and nods, his hands slowly falling away.
With a smile, I reach down, taking his cock in both hands and licking my lips before I slide them slowly over his head. James groans, his fingers grabbing hold of my hair. I lower one hand to his balls, fondling them gently as I run my tongue around his ridge, sucking his head gently.
He’s too big for me to take entirely into my mouth, but I intend to take as much as I can. Slowly I take his head fully into my mouth and grip his foreskin between my lips. Pumping his shaft with one hand, I draw his foreskin up and over his head then bring it back down again, repeating the process again and again as, above me, James moans my name.
Before he can get bored, I switch tactics and sink his slick cock as deep into my mouth as I can, his tip bobbing against my throat as I run my tongue along his shaft. James gasps, his fingers clenching in my hair. Fast and sure, I bob my head, sucking, pumping, and licking all at once as I build up the pressure. He bucks against me once before getting control of himself and holding still. But he can’t keep himself from groaning and swearing. I grin around his cock. I love hearing him enjoy himself and, with every moan he makes, there’s an answering twinge in my pussy. Taking my hand off his balls, I reach down and stroke my clit, my fingers slippi
ng along my slick skin.
Then, suddenly, he pulls me off him, shoving me further down the bed. I look up in surprise but, before I can say anything, he’s buried his face in my pussy, his tongue licking my dripping entrance roughly before his lips find my clit. I gasp as he begins to suck, two fingers sliding deep in me.
My back arches instinctively and I grab at the sheets as my desperate pussy clenches around his fingers. “Fuck,” I moan as James pumps them hard along my tightening walls. I can’t believe how ready I am already.
James can clearly sense it too and draws his fingers out. Sitting up, he sheaths himself in me fast and hard and my groan is so loud I bet they hear it all the way downstairs. Grinning, James grabs my hips and tips us over so that I’m on top.
The way his eyes watch me as I lean back, letting his dick stroke every inch of my pussy, makes me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. As I thrust down on him, he raises his pelvis to meet mine and his hands grab my ass, ramming his dick into me. My gasps become screams as I feel him filling every inch of my pussy with cock, stroking places that haven’t been touched in years.
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