Sebastien calmed down right away. “Emma was right. It was best to come to you with this problem.”
“Yes, she was.” I couldn’t help but feel a little hope that like this meant she might want to see me again.
“She admires you, you know,” he went on to say. “She talks about you a lot.”
My interest piqued, I asked, “She does?”
“Yeah,” he said as he got up to leave. “She feels very bad about how your ex did you. We saw Lisa walking down the sidewalk last weekend, by the way. I pointed her out and Emma mumbled something about running her over.”
So, she’s jealous, too.
“That’s nice of her,” I mumbled.
Sebastien laughed. “Nice? I wouldn’t say that. I told her that wasn’t a nice thing to say, much less think.”
With a shrug, I admitted, “I’ve thought about the same thing myself once or twice.”
“Yeah, but that’s you.” He headed toward the door. “Emma doesn’t have any reason to want that woman dead.” Opening the door, he reminded me with a tight smile, “Please get on with Operation Reduce Randy’s Presence in My Daughter’s Life. The sooner, the better, in my opinion.”
Mine too. “I’m making the call to HR now.”
After getting that taken care of, I decided to head home. On Thursdays, Emma usually picked up my dry cleaning and took it to my place. So, it being Thursday, I knew I’d run into her at home, and then we could have a little discussion.
We had to come to some kind of agreement or I would go crazy. That one taste of her had only served to make me want her more. And I knew she wanted it too.
A little while later, I sat in the foyer waiting for Emma to arrive. Whenever she came over, she placed my clean laundry in the closet in that room, so I knew I’d catch her.
The door opened and in came Emma. She was holding the plastic covered suits so high in the air that she didn’t see me until she’d placed everything in the closet. When she turned, she found me standing in front of the door I’d closed. “Hello, Emma.”
Her jaw dropped, and she shook her head. “No, Christopher.”
“I’m not going to touch you.” I crossed my arms over my chest. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch her. I wanted to pull her into my arms more than anything, but I didn’t want her to feel threatened at all. “I just want to talk.”
“About what?” She looked over her shoulder as if looking for an escape route.
I knew she’d never been in my home, other than that front room. “I’m not going to hurt you, Emma. There’s no need to run from me.”
Looking back at me, she nodded. “I know you won’t. It’s just that—well, to be honest, I don’t trust myself around you when we’re alone.”
I liked hearing that. “Because you want me.”
She nodded again. “Yes. But I don’t like the idea of hiding things.”
“Me neither.” I held out my hand but didn’t take a step toward her. “Can you come with me so we can just sit and talk a little?”
With a heavy sigh, she agreed. “Okay.”
When I took her hand, I felt it all over again—the flush of electricity that moved through me. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve seen you nearly every day,” she said as a smile moved over her pretty face.
Pulling her hand to my mouth, I kissed it. “You know what I mean, baby.”
“I’ve missed you too,” she whispered, as if someone could overhear her, other than me.
I took a seat on a chair in the living room off the foyer and pulled her to sit on my lap. Stroking her soft hair, I breathed in her scent. “We can figure something out. I know we can.”
She placed her hands on my cheeks as she looked at me, desperation filling her face. “My parents will never approve.”
“I know.” I took one of her hands then pulled it to my lips, kissing it softly again, loving the way goosebumps pimpled her flesh. I ran my other hand over her arm to feel them. “Keeping things to ourselves might seem like the wrong thing to do, but it’s the easiest right now. That way I won’t have to fight with your parents, and you won’t have to fight with my daughters. They can be just as bad as their mother when they want to be.”
Her green eyes danced as she looked at me. “So how would we do it then?”
The fact that she even asked the question had me thinking she didn’t have much of an argument to make. I’d been toying with an idea, and I let her in on it. “We could get a little place. No one would need to know about it. On weekends, you could make some excuse, like you’re going to see a friend back in Rhode Island or something. I can make up excuses for things I’m going off to do too. No one has to know that we’re meeting at our love nest.”
“A love nest?” she asked with shining eyes. “That sounds kind of romantic.”
“I think it sounds very romantic.” I traced my fingers down her long neck then over her soft lips. “I want you, Emma. I want as much of you as I can have. If that means only on weekends, then I’ll take it.”
“It’d be like we’re together for real,” she said then ran her hands through my hair. “I’d like that.”
Kissing her softly, I resisted the temptation to let it go further, even though I really wanted to carry her up to my bedroom. When our mouths parted, I could barely breathe. “I’ll get something as soon as I possibly can. If I get something by this weekend, will you come?”
She looked surprised. “Do you really think you can get something so soon? It’s already Thursday, you know?”
“Money speeds things up, baby.” I kissed her again because I couldn’t help it. Her body melted into mine, and her heart pounded against my chest.
I ran my hand up her body, cupping her tit as I slipped the other between her legs, relishing the heat that came off her aroused pussy. I would get to have it very soon. A virgin. This woman who’d never been touched by any other man would belong to me. But no one could ever know.
Even as my arousal grew, my brain asked me what I was doing. A relationship between Emma and I would never be accepted by either of our families. Not ever.
Would spending the weekends together as lovers be enough? Was it a smart thing to do, or was it just courting disaster? The last thing I wanted was for us to end up hurting each other. Or would it all work out somehow?
Squirming on my lap, Emma pulled her skirt up and took my hand, moving it into her damp panties. My fingers ran through her hot folds as our kiss took a passionate turn.
Shy little Emma seemed to be disappearing as sexy, needy Emma came out to play. My cock went hard for her, but I wasn’t about to take the girl’s virginity like this. I wanted it to be special for her. She was giving up so much for me as it was. I didn’t want that moment to be any less special for her than it was for any other girl.
But I’d give her another orgasm to keep her yearning for me. Shoving one finger into her tight pussy, I pumped it in and out of her as I palmed the rest of her sex. Writhing with need, she rode my finger, moaning delightfully as she did.
I’d never seen anything so sexy.
I felt her body clenching around my finger as she climaxed, and she pulled her mouth from mine then buried her face in my shoulder, moaning, “Christopher! Yes!”
Her juices leaked out onto my pants as they ran down my hand. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking the juices off my finger—I had to taste her again. Then I ran that finger up inside of her again before putting it into her mouth.
She sucked it as she moaned. Her tongue ran around it as I pumped it between her lips a little, mimicking how I’d like her to suck my cock. Whispering, I told her, “Next time I want you to take my cock into your sweet mouth and suck me off just like that.”
I pulled my finger out of her mouth as she pulled her face up to look at me. “Why wait until next time?”
Holy fuck! What am I going to do with this woman?
Chapter 16
Emma
Christopher quickly found a place
we could rent, so I had to come up with an excuse to leave for the weekend. With a phone call to Valerie, I let her in a little on what I was up to. “Hi, I need you to lie for me if my parents call you for any reason.”
“Sure,” came her quick reply. “But you’ve gotta tell me why?”
No one could know about Christopher and me, so I worded it delicately. “I met a guy.”
“Oh, hell!” she shouted. “And you need me to be your cover. I’m in!”
My prayers had been answered. “I was hoping you’d say that. I can’t tell you much about him, just that he’s sexy, fun, and great in every way that counts.”
“Have you guys done it?” she asked.
“Not all the way.” I closed my eyes as I remembered the previous day’s activities. “But we’ve done a lot.”
“You’ve gotta give me details, girl,” she demanded.
“Well, we’ve kissed,” I teased her.
“Come on, Emma!”
“Okay, okay,” I said then flopped on my bed to spill the details. Mom and Dad had gone out to dinner, and I knew no one would overhear me. “He gave me oral sex, and I had my first ‘O’ and then a couple weeks later, he fingered me until I came again. Then I sucked his dick, and he came in my mouth, and I swallowed it all without even gagging a little bit.”
“No way!” she shrieked.
“But this weekend we’re finally going to have sex.” I rolled over onto my stomach as I thought about how he’d do it. “He’s found a little place we can spend our weekends at. Our love nest as we call it. And we’re planning on spending all our weekends there. It’s just easier to keep my parents out of this. And that’s why I need you.”
“I always knew they would get in your way of becoming a woman, Emma. So, I’m proud to lie to them for you if need be,” I felt a rush of relief at her words.
“Good. If you get a call from them, just say that I’ve been with you every weekend.” I thought about it for a second, wondering just how far they’d go if they ever got suspicious. “Wait, what if they call your parents?”
“Oh, that’s not a problem,” she assured me. “See, Mom caught Dad flirting with some old girlfriends on Facebook, and they got in some big argument. Anyway, long story short, they both got new phone numbers, so your parents won’t be able to reach them.”
“Great!” I thought about what I’d said and tried again. “Not great about your Dad and the old girlfriends, but about my parents not having their numbers. I’m sorry about that other stuff, and if you need to talk about it you know I’m here…”
“Oh it’s fine, they love making each other jealous every once in a while.” She paused for a moment as if she was thinking hard about something. “Please be careful though, Emma,” she cautioned. “I mean, don’t let this guy do anything to you that you don’t want. And if he treats you badly, then definitely tell your dad about him.”
“I don’t think he’ll treat me badly or do anything to me that I don’t want.” Mostly because there wasn’t a single thing I could think of that I didn’t want Christopher to do to me. “But I will tell Dad if I think I need to.”
“Good. I don’t much like the secrecy of all this, but I know your dad.” It felt good to have someone who understood me the way Val did.
“Okay then, I’m going to text them and tell them I’m heading to see you right now. I’m telling them I’ll be back late on Sunday night.” I thought about it a second and then added, “Where are you going to be this weekend so that I can tell them the truth about that, at least?”
“I’m staying on campus this weekend. There’s a bunch of freshmen who’ll be coming to school here in the fall, and I’m giving them the whole tour of the campus.” She sighed, then added, “I guess I won’t see much of you anymore, now that you’ve gotten yourself a secret boyfriend.”
“I’ve promised him I’ll spend every weekend with him, but I’m sure I can make an exception to see you every now and then.” The thought that I might become distant with my best friend made me a little sad. But then I thought about seeing Christopher and that all went away. “Okay, I’ve gotta get the heck out of here before they come home. I’ve never lied to their faces before, so I want to be gone before that happens.”
“Okay, have fun.”
Ending the call, I grabbed the bag I’d already packed and headed out to my car. Just before I pulled out of the garage, I texted my mom that I would be in New York with Valerie for the weekend. With my parents handled, I set out to make the fifteen-minute drive to the address Christopher had given me right before I left work.
The small cabin was located on the lake, not too far away from his home, and was nestled in a private wooded area. As I pulled up, I found that the two-car garage door had been left open on one side. That meant Christopher had beaten me there. I pulled in, grabbed my bag, and then closed the garage door before heading up to the front of the small log home.
The front door opened, and there stood Christopher, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. “Hey, baby, you’re home!” He held out his arms and I ran into them. “I just got out of the shower and heard you drive up. The door was locked, that’s why I’m wearing this towel.”
I didn’t really care why he wore the fluffy white towel—all I cared about was wrapping myself around the man. “Well, let’s get inside and get that thing off you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, carrying me inside.
Barely noticing our surroundings, I gazed into his hazel eyes as I ran my hand through his dark hair. As he walked past the sofa, I tossed my bag onto it. “Wanna see our bedroom?” he asked.
“I do.” I giggled at the thought. Our bedroom.
He kicked open the door that was just off the living room and took me into what would become our bedroom. “I had this delivered today. I hope you like it.”
Looking at the big bed sitting in the middle of the room, I said, “What’s not to like?”
Laughing, he tossed me onto the bed, making the pale green blanket fly up on either side of me. “That’s what I thought too.” He opened his arms to encompass the entire room. “Welcome to our love nest, baby.”
“It’s beautiful,” I gushed as I looked all around the bedroom. Dark green curtains covered the windows, and a ceiling fan stirred the air over the bed.
“I’m going to cook us some steaks on the grill in the backyard. It’s pretty secluded out here. No one can see us even from the lake if they pass by on a boat.” He leaned down, giving me a sweet little peck on the nose. “I’ve gotta get the grill started. In the fridge, you’ll find everything to make a salad, and I was thinking we could make some baked potatoes, too. You can find them in the pantry.”
He turned to walk away from me, letting the towel drop before picking up a pair of shorts off the dresser and slipping into them, and partially dressed, he walked out the bedroom door.
It wasn’t the way I thought our weekend would start, but I guessed he wanted me to treat the place like our home—to play husband and wife or something like that. So, I slipped off my shoes and traded my jeans for a pair of shorts before going out to find the kitchen.
He’d put some music on the stereo, and it played softly through the screen door. I danced a little as I found the potatoes and put them in the oven.
Christopher poked his head inside, grinning at me. “Wrap those in aluminum, baby. And make sure the oven’s on four-twenty-five, okay?”
Pulling them back out, I looked for the foil after turning up the temperature on the oven. “You got it, boss.”
He pushed the screen door open and came inside. Pulling me to him, he put his arms around me then kissed the tip of my nose. “Not boss. Come up with some other nickname or something sweet for me, baby.”
“Um—I don’t really know what to call you.” I felt a little awkward for not knowing what to say—an affectionate nickname should be easy to come by, shouldn’t it?
“Think about it.” He kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck.
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br /> I thought about the way he made me feel—all warm and sexy. “What if I call you sexy?”
His grin told me he liked that very much. “You can call me that. But only if you really mean it.”
Trailing fingers over his bare chest, I let him know exactly what I thought of him. “Christopher, you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Of course I mean it. Now get your sexy ass out there and make me some steak that I may or may not eat.”
“Oh, you’ll eat it.” He let me go then slapped my butt when I turned to get back to my potatoes.
He’d stunned me with the smack, but I was even more stunned by how much I’d liked it. “I will, huh?”
“Yeah, you will. After the way you sucked on my dick, I don’t think rare meat will be quite as bad as you thought it would be.” He walked out the screen door, leaving me blushing like crazy.
“Damn, that man makes me hot.” I fanned myself with my hand before going back to the work of wrapping the potatoes in foil.
A short time later, he came in with a platter of some juicy-looking steaks in one hand and a cold beer in the other. “Mine’s ready. How about yours?”
Putting the salad on the small table in the dining nook, I couldn’t help the smile that seemed to be glued to my face. “I’ve got mine ready, too, sexy.”
He put the platter down, then went to get some steak sauce and a couple of beers out of the fridge. “Steak and beer—the perfect pairing.” He placed them on the table as I put the other things down, too, and then he grabbed me and sat me on his lap, giving me a kiss that had me thinking more about the bedroom than about food. When the kiss ended, he rested his forehead against mine. “Just like me and you, baby. I have a feeling that our weekends are going to be better than any we’ve ever had.”
“I think so too,” I whispered, still trying to regain my breath from that devastating kiss.
Before I knew what he was doing, he’d picked me up and sat me down in the chair beside his. “Okay, we don’t want the meat to get cold.” He stabbed the steak on top then put it on the plate in front of me. “This one is yours. I made sure to trim off all the fat for you.”
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