Taylored to Perfection (Taylor Made Book 2)

by kj lewis

  “I’m not pushing the boundaries!”

  Slap!

  “How is it possible you have such protective instincts for everyone but yourself?”

  Slap!

  “I will not have something happen to you when it’s as simple as being considerate and taking your phone, tracker, and security with you whenever you are not here.” CEO Graham has shown up in a mighty way.

  Slap!

  “Do you understand? Answer me!”

  “Yes. I understand!” He’s rubbing his hand on my sore bottom.

  Slap!

  “What do you understand, Emelia? Do you understand why?”

  Slap!

  Dammit that hurts! This time when I shift, I feel his erection.

  “Do. You. Understand. Why?” he repeats.

  “Cause you’re a control freak gone mad!”

  Slap! Slap!

  “No, Emelia.”

  Slap!

  “Is your ass smarting as much as you? It’s because I could not live with something happening to you when you could be protected by following simple requests.”

  “I’m sorry you were worried, Graham.”

  Slap!

  In a flash, he’s sinking into me in one motion while moving me from his lap to my knees on the floor, my front torso supported by the bed. He moves three, maybe four times inside me and I am coming around him. He unties my hands and places them above me across the bed. He curls his arms under mine and looping them back up, grabs my hands. Taking me from behind, he has better leverage and starts a relentless pace pounding into me. My ass is on fire. The sensation of him moving against me while my skin is so sensitive is overwhelming. Add to it how much I’ve missed him and his touch and knowing he’s feeling the same way, it’s not long before he’s coming. I can feel it and that combined with his cock jumping inside me, sets me off again. He leans against me as we both take long, deep breaths, trying to get as much oxygen in as we can.

  “Graham.”

  “Emelia,” he warns.

  “You may now exit this ride. Thank you for the drive by fucking.”

  “Emelia. You never stop, do you?” he says, kissing my neck. I can feel his smile and his exasperation.

  I push back on him, and he pulls out of me. He goes into the bathroom and returns with some lotion, rubbing it on my bright red ass.

  “I can’t believe you did that.”

  “Did what?”

  “Spanked me like I was a child.”

  “Trust me, Emelia. I would never do that to a child, but I will do it when you choose to act like one.”

  “And whose standards determine I am acting childlike?” I pick up my robe and start to put it on. I loved how thoroughly he just fucked me, but I would never tell Graham that. I would take a punishment like this any day. I turn and face him with my hands on my hips, my robe hanging open.

  “Do I get to punish you whenever you act like a child?”

  “Emelia.” He hands me the tie to my robe.

  “Graham.” I snatch it out of his hands.

  “Careful.”

  “Fuck careful! You can’t continue to push me away then go all control freak on me because you were worried about me.”

  “Deal with it.” He leaves the room. Just like that. Like this conversation is over. My face has to be as red as my ass I am so fucking pissed.

  “I swear if you walk out on me one more time, I’m going to lose it. I’ve been patient as long as I plan to be. I miss my husband. If you need more time, you need to tell me. But this sitting around, waiting for you to come to me, is over. I mean it, Graham. Until you’re ready, stay at the work apartment. You don’t get to have your cake and eat it too.” I watch him expectantly to see what he is going to say. When he doesn’t answer me, I turn and leave him in his office. Several minutes later, I hear the elevator.

  I eat dinner and watch a movie by myself. I’ve texted him a few times and there has been no response. Changing into one of his t-shirts, I study my ass in the mirror, running my hand over the redness. I notice I’m repeating a pattern and it turns me on. Deciding I’m done with this, I grab a coat, a set of keys and head to the garage.

  Traffic is light since it’s late on a weeknight, and ten minutes later, I’m parked in the garage.

  “Mrs. Taylor.” The guard is surprised to see me. I say my hello making sure my coat is secure around me.

  Taking Graham’s elevator, I enter the apartment. The lights from the city illuminate my path to the bedroom. Standing in the doorway, I watch the rise and fall of Graham’s chest while he sleeps and the last of my anger drifts away. No matter how much I want to be upset with him, I know him. To his core. I know his heart. I know there is something going on and he’s running from it.

  Dropping my coat and sliding out of my tennis shoes, I drop his t-shirt I have on and pull back the covers. It only takes a minute of my mouth on him before he begins to stir.

  “Fuck me,” he says when he becomes aware of what’s happening, his cock hard and responding to my touch.

  “I plan to,” I say before I take him to the back of my throat.

  “Emelia.” He warns while his hand fists in my hair. Torn between stopping me and guiding my mouth up and down him.

  “Wait, Emelia. Please.” He pulls me up the length of his body and holds me to him. He seems to have warmed to me, but he’s never tried to stop me from anything sexual. I lay on his chest, respecting his words, but I can’t look at him. He glides his fingers through my hair and takes a deep breath.

  “I thought you were done until I was ready?” he asks.

  “You took too long.”

  “Graham, why won’t you talk to me?”

  “Cause I can’t stand the thought of you being hurt more than you have been this week.”

  “Graham. Just say it. It’s not fair for you to help me carry my burdens if you won’t let me help carry yours.”

  “I was Molly’s Evan.” He finally says.

  “I don’t understand?” I sit up to look at him.

  “I did to Molly what Evan did to Addie.”

  “Baby, who’s Molly?” I ask gently.

  “We were stationed on the same ship during the war. Navy fighting pilots are treated like kings on the ships. We out rank most everyone and we get all the glory. It wasn’t hard to get laid. The guys on the ship used the girls all the time. Especially the pilots walking around with god complexes.”

  I place my hand over his heart.

  “I knew Molly liked me, but I wasn’t interested in her. Not in that way. She was the one girl on the ship that I was close with. I didn’t want to complicate things with sex. She was my friend. She got tired of beating around the bush about it and texted me a picture of her in my room without any clothes on, telling me she was waiting for me. Instead of going to my room and being honest with her, I went to the rec room and played pool with some of the other officers. I left her there.”

  “When I got back, she was gone and the room was a mess. I just assumed she was pissed and tore it up on purpose.” He pauses. “The next day, I tried to talk to her. She wouldn’t even look at me. I didn’t understand why she was so upset. Instead of figuring it out, I got mad that she was ruining our friendship over wanting sex. We were two weeks out from finishing our mission and my tour was up. We were in the middle of the Atlantic when the man overboard sirens went off. She jumped, killing herself. We finally found her body several hours later.”

  “When I got back to my room, she had left me a letter and her phone. Three pilots had come to my room to get me for something and found Molly waiting for me with nothing on. They raped her, forcing her to do things while they took pictures. She threatened to go to our C.O., so they sent her the pictures telling her they would release them if she did. She killed herself the next day.”

  “Graham. You couldn’t have been more than 23 or 24. You were not responsible for what happened. You can’t continue to carry this alone. Bad things happen. We can’t always stop them a
nd we can’t live our lives expecting them.”

  “I wasn’t there for her when she needed me.”

  “I understand, but there’s no way to change that. You have to make peace with it, baby. You know in your heart that you would have never made the choice to leave her there where something could have happened to her. You need to forgive her, and you need to forgive yourself. This is why you want to know where everyone is at all times,” I muse aloud finally putting the puzzle pieces together. “I love you, Graham. I am so sorry that happened to you.”

  “How can you do that? How can you forgive me? Evan? Not want to kill those guys who hurt Addie? When I first saw the video and I thought it was you, I knew it was punishment for what I did to Molly. Like you had paid the price for my mistakes. It devastated me to think you had endured the same treatment. Worse, actually. Then when you said in the meeting that it wasn’t you—”

  “You felt worse for feeling relief.” I finish for him, wiping his tears as they finally fall. “The only person you need forgiveness from is yourself. I forgave Evan because I knew he didn’t know. Yes, he left her alone, but he never expected what would happen. And I’m learning to forgive the guys so I can have peace. Forgiveness is about me. Not them. They will have to pay the consequences, but I can’t give them power by living in hate for them.”

  “I’m so sorry for the awful things I said. For leaving you when I promised I never would. Please, forgive me.”

  “I forgave you when I said ‘I do’.”

  Unexpectedly, he pulls me under him before finding his consolation inside of me.

  “You heal me, Emelia. From the inside out.”

  Despite the fact that Graham and I turned a corner a few nights ago, he still hasn’t found a way to forgive himself. He’s still keeping me at arm’s length.

  “I know it’s not my place, Emme. But don’t give up on him,” Ruth pleads.

  “I’m not, Ruth. When I said till death do us part, I meant it. Though I can’t promise his won’t come sooner than expected if he doesn’t get out of this crabby mood,” I giggle.

  “You saved him.”

  “We saved each other.”

  Ruth finishes examining me. “You’re good, Emme. No swelling in any of your lymph nodes. Your lab work looks good too. I don’t think we have anything to be concerned about.”

  “Thank you,” I tell her sliding back into my clothes. “Do y’all have plans this weekend?” I ask her. “Maybe we can do dinner here. Carve a few pumpkins. Halloween is only three weeks away.”

  “We have plans, dear. Maybe a rain check?”

  “Sure,” I say pulling on my shoes before hugging her goodbye. I have a few more things I need to do before the interview with Kelly Ammons. Originally I was to interview with Matt, but scheduling changed it to Kelly when I had to delay because of the flu. Jackson and Charlie were relieved, but not me. Matt would have been easier. Kelly has my number. Sweet on the outside, tough as nails on the inside. She will be fair, but she won’t let the hard questions go by. Smith is waiting for me by the elevator.

  “If we take the subway it will be a lot quicker.” I plead my case as I walk towards the elevator.

  “You are not taking the subway. It’s bad enough I’m letting you go without me.” Graham continues to grumble under his breath about Charlie and Jackson.

  “You think you would help a girl out. Let me know when he’s like this.” I give Smith a stiff look. “Maybe throw me a few hand signals?” I gesture. My last comment finally amuses him enough that he lets out a slight chuckle. “I appreciate that. It always makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something.” I squeeze Smith’s arm. Graham’s arm snakes around my waist, now mumbling something about me and Smith.

  Teague is waiting for us in the garage, where Smith opens my door and I climb in.

  “If you want to come with me, come with me. I have no problem with it. But you have to agree to stay in the background and remain quiet.” I pat him on the knee.

  “I don’t understand why you’re doing this anyway,” Graham says.

  “Please. Can I tell you again? For the 107th time?” I ask sweetly and bat my eyelashes at him.

  “Careful,” he reprimands, and I have to squeeze my legs together when I feel the heat. He hasn’t fucked me since the night he told me about Molly. I know he is still trying to keep his distance while he works things out, but I have needs. One of which is for my husband to fuck me.

  “Nuggets. Can I see your phone please? I need to look something up.”

  He pulls it out of his pocket and hands it to me. “Did you forget yours?” He raises a brow, ready to castigate my shortcoming.

  “No, sir,” I say, and he pretends he didn’t catch his breath at my declaration. “I just don’t feel like digging it out of the bottom of my purse.”

  “Nuggets?” Teague questions.

  “I didn’t think you were supposed to listen to our conversations.” I give Graham his phone back.

  “You’d need a steel wall between the seats to not hear that southern voice.”

  “Construction on your office should be finished this week,” Graham says, looking at his email. “And I have an event Thursday afternoon, so I need you to make sure Cassie has your schedule clear.”

  “Got it.” We ride in silence. Me pretending not to be nervous and him pretending to check his emails. His hand slides into mine and I squeeze it.

  “We’re here,” Teague says about fifteen minutes later.

  “Stay,” I say to Graham. One because I want him to, and two because I know he wants to.

  “Okay.” He climbs out of the car and walks around to open my door, buttoning his coat along the way. I have chosen an outfit that suits my age. It says I am not hiding from this, but still respectful of why I am here, the mentor program.

  “Mrs. Taylor.” A producer greets me as paparazzi bulbs blind me with their flashes. Graham’s hand finds mine and guides me in.

  “We have a spot ready for you. You will go on at the top of the 8:00 hour. Mr. Taylor, we weren’t expecting you. Will you be joining your wife in the interview?”

  “No, he won’t. And I don’t expect you to put him on camera.” I answer for Graham.

  “Of course not.” He acknowledges me and looks disappointed all at the same time before leaving us. Graham rarely, if ever, does interviews.

  “I can speak for myself. I’m a big boy.”

  “I’m well aware.” I raise a seductive brow.

  “Unless you want to go on live TV freshly fucked, I’d suggest you keep that look in check.”

  “Bring it.”

  He takes three steps towards me. “Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight, Emelia.” He backs me into a corner. His lips lightly brush against mine, while his fingers find their way inside my panties. Even though I’m aware we’re in the green room of the Today show, I don’t stop him.

  “You’re so fucking wet. Make this quick, Emelia.” His hands are already working my clit into a tight bud. He leans forward and starts saying filthy things in my ear, working me up even more and within minutes I’m ready.

  “You have my permission,” he says and for the first time since the video, CEO Graham has shown up for sex, and it’s enough to have me bursting around his fingers while his other hand covers my mouth to keep me quiet. As my breathing settles, Graham pulls his fingers out of me and inserts them into his mouth licking them dry. He places my hand on his hardened dick.

  “Told you. Big Boy.” He buttons his jacket when there is a knock at the door.

  “Emelia. Graham.” Theo Jacobs enters. He smiles, his face chiseled with a hint of stubble. He has blonde hair and striking green eyes. I’ve been meaning to find out if he and Jackson have a past together. He has been working with me on interview prep.

  “Theo,” we say together.

  “Graham, control,” he says simply before we are interrupted.

  “Mrs. Taylor, we’re ready. Mr. Taylor, you can wait here or behind a camera.”


  “I’ll go with her. Thank you.” He’s all business. Graham and Theo follow me to the studio and stand behind the cameras.

  “Mrs. Taylor,” Kelly introduces herself to me. “Thank you for keeping this interview.”

  “Emme please, and I wouldn’t think about canceling it.”

  We take our seat and makeup spends about a minute on each of us. Thanks to my orgasm a few minutes ago, I have plenty of color.

  “I hope you found the greenroom to be satisfactory.” Kelly makes small talk saving everything for our interview.

  “We did,” I say coyly looking at Graham, who winks at me.

  “You’ll do great.” They count us down and someone slides a mic on me.

  “We’re back at 8:06. Many of you have been following the scandal that broke last week surrounding Joe Willis’s son and his former girlfriend, wife of billionaire tycoon, Graham Taylor. Kelly is sitting down with Mrs. Taylor in our studio. Kelly.” Matt throws the segment to her.

  “Thank you, Matt. As Matt mentioned, a sexually explicit video was released last week of favored New York US Senate candidate Joe Willis’s son and Emme Taylor. Emme, I know you were already scheduled today to talk about a mentor program you have developed, and we will be getting to that in a few minutes but as you must know, I have to ask you how you are since the release of the video.”

  “Thank you for having me, Kelly. I kept this interview slot because I have nothing to be ashamed of. There are thousands of young women and men who have fallen victim to a similar situation.”

  “In this day and time when every young person looking to make it in Hollywood releases a video to get recognition, and politicians are shown in more than one compromising position, can you tell me why you have labelled this as a victimization?”

  “I believe the video to have been released as a smear tactic against Mr. Willis’s campaign for Senate. The video was taken without knowledge of either party, who were engaged in a consensual sexual encounter of which both parties were of age.”

  “Do you know what their motive would have been? What they hoped to gain?”

  “I wouldn’t presume to speak for someone. You would need to interview them. All I can tell you is what I think and what I feel. Too often in this country, mostly young women are videoed without their knowledge or while under the influence, only to find that video of them has been placed on the internet. I wanted to keep today’s interview because I think it is important to show them and the country that they are the victims in this story, and they shouldn’t be ashamed of something they had no control over. I also want to tell parents to talk to their children. Teach them to be smart in today’s society. Don’t text pictures of yourself in compromising positions. You never know how secure that person keeps their messages, and if they can be trusted or not. Make sure you are in control of your surroundings. Never let yourself be altered to the point you can’t be in control. Never set your drink down and come back to it. Never accept a drink from a stranger. Have a buddy system in place with your friends, and always know you have the right to say no. No matter how far into the situation you are. We need to empower our sons and daughters with the knowledge necessary to guard themselves and their social media. We also need to educate others that even if a young man or woman does drink, does set their drink down, is dressed provocatively - it still gives no one the right to have sex with them without their consent. More often than not, we place blame on the victims. Shame them for not being smarter, not being cautious. That they somehow have a role in their rape. Sex without consent is rape. No matter what the situation or environment is.”