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by M T Stone


  “Ron? The cardboard cutout CPA guy? HE was cheating on YOU?” My mind is completely blown. “You are so far out of his league that it doesn’t even seem possible. I can’t even believe he got you to fuck him, much less multiple women.”

  “Once we single girls start approaching our mid-thirties, we start to get a little crazy,” she replies with a sad look in her eyes. “He’s really good at preying upon those insecurities.”

  “If I ever run into that guy . . .” I punch my fist into my other hand.

  “Don’t worry about it, Blake. After last night, I will never give him or anyone else another thought.” She leans in and gives me a kiss. “Did I hear you say that you’re off the market?”

  “I’m definitely off the market. As long as you want me to be,” I add as a qualifying condition.

  “Yes. Absolutely,” she replies, leaning in to give me a long, sensual kiss. “But, I’m still a little unsure as to why you would give up that perfect system of acquiring beautiful young women just to be with me.”

  “Because I love you. I don’t think you realize just how long I’ve been waiting for you to come to your senses. I still had hope that it would happen eventually, but you definitely held out a lot longer than I ever expected. I thought for sure that when I started taking ex-interns to the Bahamas, it would make you jealous enough to say something. Instead, you kept on dating guys like Ron,” I tell her, feeling a deep pang of sadness.

  “I never thought you would be happy with me . . . in the long run, I mean.” Her lips curl into a frown. “I never wanted to risk losing you completely. I would be lost without you. I would seriously have to move away and try to start over someplace new.”

  “You’re never going to have to worry about losing me,” I assure her, squeezing her tight. “By the way, I rejected your resignation for the moment.” I grab the document off the counter and show it to her. “Can we keep things on the down low for a month or so? I really need your help to get through October.”

  “I’ll do whatever you want,” she says, sealing it with another kiss. “I’ve pretended not to be in love with you around the office for the last ten years, so I can easily handle another month.”

  We’ve both been pretending for the last ten years, but I know it’s not going to be easy to keep my feelings hidden for long. I’ve always loved the way she looks in those little pantsuits and high heels that she wears to the office. It’s going to be hard to keep from being distracted by that sweet round ass of hers now that I’ve spent some intimate time with it. My cock begins to get hard again just thinking about it. I’ve always had a strong libido, but this is getting a little out of control.

  Chapter 9

  Blake

  I reach for the remote and click to play a sexy ass playlist that I threw together a while ago when I was in one of those sentimental moods. The smooth sound of Luther Vandross instantly sets the mood as his voice fills the room. One look in your eyes and there I see, just what you mean to me. Here in my heart, I believe, your love is all I’ll ever need . . . A smile crosses my lips as I see the immediate reaction in Kayla’s eyes.

  “You are too much,” she says, giving me a seductive look and straddling my lap. “Am I really this lucky, or is this all part of your normal panty-melting routine?”

  “Believe me, I’ve never played Here and Now for anyone else,” I tell her honestly, kissing her full, pink lips. “I want you to really listen to the words, because this is how I feel. Your love is all I need.” She lets out a small whimper and kisses me hungrily. I untie her robe and slip my hands inside. My mind begins calculating how long it’s been since I talked to Jay. “One second, baby. I’ve got to send Jay a text.” I send him a quick message just to leave it out on the porch with the bill, tip included.

  Something tells me this will be the most expensive breakfast ever, but it doesn’t make a bit of difference to me. I’ve been waiting for a morning like this for nearly two decades. It’s so amazing to be sitting here with Kayla in nothing but a couple of bath robes. “I’m really glad you cleared my schedule. I could see spending the whole week out here with you.”

  “Well, I wasn’t really planning on staying, so I have a swimsuit and only one set of clean clothes,” she says with a cute little smile crossing her lips. “But I guess I haven’t needed any clothes yet.”

  “You probably won’t.” I growl, playfully biting at her neck. “Swimsuit by day and birthday suit after dark. I’m perfectly fine with that. Keep those clothes for the ride home.”

  Kayla

  Blake hooks his arms under my legs and rises from the chair. He ignores the buzzing of his phone as he turns toward the living room and carries me back toward the blankets in front of the fireplace where this intense love affair began. I wrap my legs around his waist as he bends over and lowers my shoulders to the floor. He immediately drops to his knees, grabbing the lapels of my robe and exposing my already hardening nipples. Shedding his own robe, he goes directly to my breasts and begins teasing each nipple with his hot lips and tongue. I instantly feel a warm sensation between my legs as my pussy immediately responds to his touch.

  “Mmm, you’re already as excited as me,” he coos, running a finger along my slit while continuing to suck my nipples.

  “Yeah, this feels amazing,” I reply, already feeling breathless. The sensations that are coursing through my body are absolutely amazing. It feels like my nipples are somehow connected to my clit as he starts working it while his lips travel back and forth between my two completely hard, overly sensitive nipples. “Oh, God, that’s amazing.” Even the sound of Blake’s phone repeatedly vibrating against the granite countertop fails to disrupt the overwhelming rush of incredible sensations. The sound of another old romantic song fills the room. Once again, I find myself unable to believe that I actually kept this incredible man at arm’s length for so long.

  I feel my breath catch as his finger is replaced by that huge, swollen head of his. “I’m sorry, but I’m obsessed with these incredible nipples of yours.” He continues to roll my left one between his lips as he slowly pushes inside me, just enough to leave me yearning for more. He moves to the other nipple and begins giving me his cock in slow, short, teasing strokes that cause an immediate burst of heat to flush my cheeks.

  “You’re killing me,” I mutter as he continues to go back and forth between my breasts while playing just inside my opening. That big head of his is hitting me in a very sensitive spot. My attention is fully drawn to it despite the fact that I can definitely hear a helicopter flying overhead.

  “It’s just our breakfast,” Blake says, looking up for just a second before going back to the sexual magic he is performing on me.

  He actually slows the motion of his hips and keeps his strokes deliberately short as he draws my left nipple deep into his mouth. Another song that I recognize from my youth plays in the background as my legs begin to tremble and an incredible wave of pleasure washes over me. Sensing my impending orgasm, he reaches back, hooking my legs with his arms and opening me up completely before plunging into me. “Oh, God . . . oh, God!” I cry as the sudden change of pace catches me completely off-guard and plunges me right into an incredible state of overwhelming bliss.

  He seems to be making up for lost time as he hungrily kisses my neck and continues to delve as deeply as possible into me. He’s actually growling as he spreads my legs even wider, reaching depths within me that have never been touched. Several long strokes later, I am shaken from this blissful state by the distinct sound of keys rustling on a keychain. Just seconds later, a shadow strikes the wall, portending an abrupt end to an incredible morning interlude. “Somebody’s here!” I blurt out in a panic, reaching for the second blanket and slinging it across his back in an effort to quickly cover as much of us as possible.

  “What in the hell?” his mother’s shrill voice immediately cuts through the wonderfully romantic ambience that we had viewed as an impenetrable cocoon until this very second. Blake unhooks from my leg
s and falls to my side, pulling up the blanket to cover my now exposed breasts. “You two? Since when?” she asks with a shocked look of horror on her face.

  “Hey, Mom. What the hell are you doing here?” Blake asks with an angry tone to his voice.

  “Well, this is still our place, right?” she huffs, looking for the button on the remote to shut off the music. “I had Jimmy call the flight center to see if anyone was coming out today, and they told him that someone was flying out with breakfast for the two of you. So I rode along. I tried to call you several times on the way here.” She glances at his phone lying on the counter. “Anyway, here is your breakfast.” She sets the two brown bags down on the counter.

  “I obviously didn’t hear the phone. I guess we were busy,” he replies with a roll of his eyes.

  “You just completely ruined that song for me,” she scoffs. “You know it’s one of my all-time favorites. And is that my favorite blanket? My aunt Cindy made that for me!” She takes a step toward us before catching herself and stopping in her tracks.

  “I’m sorry. Can you go out on the patio for a couple of minutes and check the flowers or something?” he asks, expressing exactly what I was thinking.

  “Yes, I’ll definitely check the flowers and the entire yard, maybe even the shoreline. You just come get me when the two of you are decent. I’m going to have to eat one of those croissants to settle my stomach after what I just witnessed.” Her heels click firmly across the marble floor as she makes her way to the patio door.

  “Oh, my fucking luck . . .” I gasp as the door clicks shut behind her. “I’m mortified! I’m never going to be able to look her in the eyes again!”

  “Ahh!” he scoffs, waving his hand. “We’re old enough to have sex whenever and wherever we feel like it.” He stands up in all of his naked glory before bending over to grab his robe. “I think she was mainly pissed about the blanket. I didn’t realize that aunt Cindy made it.” He cringes as he picks it up and begins to fold it.

  “Well, I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. You and your mother can have breakfast.” I tie my robe and head toward the master bedroom. “Come get me when the coast is clear.”

  “I will,” he replies with a chuckle.

  As if any of anything about this is funny. Good God!

  Blake

  Kayla heads straight for the shower, and after contemplating for a couple of seconds, I decide to join her. I need to rinse off before grabbing a fresh pair of swim trunks and a clean shirt. Mom can use a little sunshine. It looks like another beautiful day.

  “I wasn’t done yet,” I whisper as I surprise her from behind.

  “You get out of here,” she snaps with wide eyes. “I’ve had enough surprises for one morning. Now get!”

  “I’m teasing,” I assure her. “I just wanted to rinse off before getting dressed. Just put on your swimsuit after you shower. I’ll see if someone can get the catamaran out for us. It’ll be a beautiful afternoon to go sailing.”

  “Okay, whatever. You just get out of here and get rid of your mother.” She stands there glaring at me, still looking completely defensive.

  “You’re even beautiful when you’re angry,” I tell her, soaping up and rinsing off. I run my hands through my hair, wetting it, but I decide that it will have to be good enough. Kayla’s mood is growing darker with each passing minute. She’s always been a little leery of Mom. With good reason. “I still love you,” I whisper, blowing her a kiss on the way out of the shower.

  I can’t help but smile as I towel off and grab some fresh clothes from the drawer. It has been a long time since I did anything to shock my mother. I think it was about time. I wouldn’t want her to get too comfortable with the idea that her youngest has completely grown up.

  Chapter 10

  Blake

  Mom is still a bit stunned as we sit down to share a little breakfast. She glances around the room, either looking for signs of Kayla or to see if anything else is out of place. She takes one of the croissants and slathers it with jam, her lips pursed tightly together and her eyes fluttering as if she is debating what she wants to say.

  “Let me have it,” I finally say, wanting to get it out of the way.

  “I honestly don’t know where to begin,” she says, setting down the knife and breaking off one end of the pastry. “Your father was livid last night. He’s actually called Peggy about listing the house on Paradise Island.”

  “Okay. Why?” I ask, not seeing an immediate correlation.

  “You have a huge responsibility because of your last name,” she explains, taking a small bite and chewing it obsessively. She’s obviously giving me time to think about her statement. “The Taylor name has always been held in high regard, and your father has always gone out of his way to improve upon its stature. That’s why he accepted the judgeship. He certainly didn’t need the money or the time commitment.”

  “Yes. I realize he has always been very concerned about what other people think,” I reply, instantly feeling a rise in my blood pressure. “I have kept every one of his major clients happy and added about fifty percent to the annual billable hours since I took over for him.”

  “Bill Reed is taking over the Simpson account?” Her eyes widen to the point that she looks as if they are going to pop out of her head. “What were you thinking?”

  “Kayla knew I needed a little time off before things get crazy next week,” I explain. “Bill was the only one who had available time.”

  “Ah, Kayla. That explains it.” She shakes her head and takes another bite. “I never understood why you would trust her to run things for you. You do realize her parents never did make it out of the Bronx,” she quips, uncharacteristically speaking with food in her mouth, an obvious sign of her distress.

  “Kayla is one of the most organized people I’ve ever met. She is great with the clients too. They love her,” I retort. “What does the fact that her parents choose to live in the Bronx have to do with anything? She got her degree from NYU just like me. Unlike me, she graduated at the top of her class. She lives in Manhattan, four blocks from me.” I shake my head, a bit bewildered by her statement.

  “I realize you have always been good friends, but you know this won’t fly once your father finds out. That has always been rule number one at the firm,” she says, tilting her head and glaring at me. “There will be no exceptions.”

  “Yes. Kayla gave me her resignation yesterday, before any of this happened.” I show her the piece of paper that she had written it on. “I didn’t accept it because we planned on keeping it a secret until the patent trial is over. I can’t possibly do it without her.”

  “Well, I’m certainly not going to tell him what I walked into.” Her eyes flutter as she shudders. “You’re lucky it was me and not him who walked in. If he didn’t have to preside over a ruling this morning, he would’ve flown out here himself.”

  I sit and eat a few bites of the Frits A I'americaine that is already cold, not wanting it to go to waste. After stalling for two more bites, I finally decide to talk to her about something that’s been eating at me for a long time. “Dad panicked when he realized that I was the only one who could stay and take over for him at the firm. I was barely sixteen years old when he burdened me with a goddamn big load to bear. Until then, I had absolutely no intention of becoming an attorney. You know that better than anyone.”

  “Oh, here we go again,” Mother says, rolling her eyes. “You always had the personality and drive to take over his role. James was born to be a bean counter, and you know damn well that Collin never had it in him. Your sister was such a royal pain in the ass that I was just relieved that she found a decent man to marry.” She clears her throat. My sister is obviously still a sore spot for her to talk about. “You were the only choice, Son. You know that as well as I do.”

  “But I shouldn’t have been forced into it.” I pause for a moment before deciding to flush out the truth. “He used Granddad to guilt me into running the firm,” I state, pa
using to see how she reacts to my statement.

  “Your grandfather loved you like no other,” she says, not addressing my question. “You were always his favorite. That was clear from the time you were a small child.”

  “So, Dad used him to guilt me into running the firm,” I reiterate. “If Granddad would’ve been in his right state of mind, he would’ve never done that to me. It wasn’t his idea, was it? He knew how much I loved fishing, the outdoors, and photography. We had talked many times of how important it is to follow your dreams in life. It wasn’t him, was it?”

  Mom sits still for a moment, not wanting to admit anything.

  “You know what? You don’t even have to admit it. I can see it on your face.” I stand up and take the last two bites of my breakfast. I no longer feel one bit hungry. “I’m sorry, but I’m not spending my entire life trying to make Dad happy. I’ve had enough of this bullshit.”

  “Oh please, Son. I know it wasn’t right, but don’t be so brash. He just assumed that your grandfather would want you to carry on the tradition of having a Taylor at the helm,” she says, coming over to me and placing her hand on my arm.

  “Why do you think I’ve been going down to the Bahamas and blowing off steam every weekend? It’s because I can’t fucking stand my life. I’ll turn thirty-five in a couple of days and I’ve already got more money than I’ll ever spend. I’ve got my forty million-dollar Frankenmansion in the right neighborhood. I have my NetJets card and twenty-four-seven limo service, but I would I give it all up in a second to live somewhere with a beautiful view of the ocean. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  “Oh, God.” Mother looks as if she’s going to have a breakdown. “You’re going to have to break this to your father yourself. I’m not doing it for you.”

  “I wouldn’t expect you to,” I assure her, giving her an awkward hug. She has never been much for showing any form of affection. “I think it was enough that you walked in while I was having sex with Kayla.”

 

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