Vegas Surrender

by Sasha Peterson

  I rushed back to my desk and picked up the line. “Jennifer Ross.”

  “And I’m the man lucky enough to be married to you. How’s your day?” Daniel said.

  Hearing his voice warmed made my heart flutter. I felt giddy and light headed. “I’m a little sluggish, but it’s going okay.”

  “Are you not sleeping well?”

  I let out a chuckle. “I wonder why.”

  “I can’t help it if I’m in love with my wife.”

  “I love my husband too.”

  “Babe, promise me something.” His voice had lowered.

  The serious tone caught me by surprise. “What, darling?”

  “Promise me that whenever you get tired of me, you’ll let me know. I can’t stomach the idea of you with another man, but I love you enough to let you go if I’m not the one for you.”

  “Oh, Daniel. You’re the love of my life. Sorry, but you’re stuck with me.” What had gotten into him? I wasn’t going anywhere.

  He let out a sigh. “Music to my ears. It’s time for my meeting. I’ll see you at home. I love you.”

  “Love you too. Bye.” I hung up the phone slowly. A smile lingered on my face. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect man. How did I get so lucky?

  “Jennifer, your one o’clock is here.” Katherine waited by her door for a response. “What’s with the doe eyes?” she whispered.

  I shook off the thoughts of my husband. My client had arrived, and I needed to focus. “Send them in.”

  With a few swift key strokes, I pulled up the client file.

  “Hello, Mrs. Ross.”

  My blood ran cold as my gaze focused on the person standing in my office. The door clicked behind her as Katherine closed it, giving me and the client privacy. Pale arms clutched a small Michael Kors bag as the woman waited patiently on the inside of my door.

  “Nicole? What are you doing here?” My eyes narrowed. I had no time for games.

  “I’m here for my appointment.” She gave a coy smile as she took a seat in one of the oversized chairs positioned in front of my desk. Her already too short skirt inched up higher, exposing her thighs.

  Dressed to the hilt in an expensive business suit or not, this woman needed to get the hell out of my office. “My appointment is with a Cynthia Trapp.”

  “That’s me. Cynthia Nicole Trapp. All of my friends call me Nicole.”

  I regarded myself as hardly a friend. “Cynthia, I take my business very serious. If you’ll excuse me…” I headed to my door.

  “I know you do. It’s why I decided to go with you. I’m serious about my finances.”

  I stopped in my tracks. The business side of me wouldn’t turn down a client. I’d just have to lay down the ground rules. “Well, if you’re serious, then I’ll see what I can do. I just want to make one thing clear. I have no interest in anything that happened in Vegas, and you will not get your rocks off by watching my husband and me in action either.”

  She shrugged. “Fine.”

  “Good. Now, do you have the information I requested?”

  I took the folder she held out and made my way back to my desk. Flipping through the file, I saw that everything was in order. “I see you’ve come into a substantial amount from inheritance. I’m curious. Why go with a financial planner now if you and your husband’s finances were already over seven figures? You seem to already have a grip on things.”

  She looked up at me with a smirk. “Let’s be honest. I married for money. I signed a prenuptial agreement. As long as I stay married, I’m fine. I just want to ensure that my money is secure and making a profit so when I decide to get a divorce, I’ll still be well off.”

  Her comment was nothing new to me. I dealt with her type all the time. It was the classic what’s his in mine and what’s mine is mine mentality.

  “I’m just the person who can help you with that.”

  “As I anticipated.” She kicked one leg up, paused with them open, and crossed it over the other.

  My jaw went slack at the flash of her shaved pearl. I remembered the scent of it beneath my tongue. Uncomfortable, I shifted in my seat.

  “Are you okay?” She tilted her head at me.

  I didn’t know what sort of games she dared to play, but I wouldn’t be a part. “I’m fine.”

  “Aw, come on. Don’t be shy.” She rose from her chair and came around my desk.

  As her hands inched up my thigh, my breath caught in my throat. I sat there, frozen, regretting the morning decision on wearing a dress with a business jacket. Her green gaze resembled emeralds as she held me in a trance.

  Her fingers moved dangerously close to my heat. When they grazed my thong, wetness spilled out the opening. She licked her pink glossy lips and lowered herself between my legs. My hands trembled. The anticipation of her licking me again caused my inner vaginal walls to pulsate.

  “Stop.” I found my voice and pushed her from me. “I’m married and love my husband.”

  “No one said you didn’t.”

  My blood went from cold to boiling. This sick and twisted woman needed to remove herself from my presence. “Our meeting is over. Get out.”

  My heart pounded against my chest. With a backward glance, she grabbed her purse and made her exit. I slumped in my chair. What did I almost do?

  For the rest of the day, I sat uneasy. This woman came in my life and stirred up emotions I never knew existed. Without a shadow of a doubt, I knew I wasn’t gay, but still I couldn’t deny the attraction. What she offered was forbidden. Opening up more for my marriage had unwittingly brought something else to the surface.

  I couldn’t wait until the time wound down. Daniel would be in for a real treat when I got home. My nipples hardened, aching as the fabric of my thin bra grazed against it. He’d give me the release I needed.

  Chapter Nine

  Knowing I had a long day ahead of me, I unwillingly pried myself out of the warmth of Daniel’s arms. Due to my guilty conscious, I worked him over to the point of exhaustion for the both of us. My mind raced all night with thoughts on telling him about Nicole. In the end I was too embarrassed and ashamed to and remained mute on the subject.

  “Just a few more moments,” he murmured into the side of my neck.

  I closed my eyes, absorbing the heat of his embrace few minutes longer. “Daniel, I have to go.”

  Reluctantly, he released me. As the cool air brushed across my naked body, I fought hard and resisted the urge to dive back under the covers.

  “Do you have any lunch plans?” I asked while picking out my outfit from the walk-in closet.

  “Not that I know of. I’ll let you know for sure once I get to the office. Why do you ask?”

  I located teal dress I had in mind and made my way toward the shower. “Maybe I’d like to take my husband out for lunch.”

  Turning the shower on, I drowned out his reply. While the heat adjusted to my setting, I walked back in the room.

  He glanced up at me from his perch on the bed. His tousled hair invited me to run my fingers through it, but I needed to get ready. “Sounds good. Will you be stopping by?”

  Daniel, no doubt, remembered his surprise a few weeks earlier. I winked at him. “You’ll just have to see.”

  I turned on my heels and walked back into the bathroom. Steam covered the mirrors as it worked its way out the shower. The water felt good beating down my skin. I gently massaged my tender nipples from our aggressive love session and then washed the rest of my body. I scrubbed hard, hoping the guilt would wash away. I chided myself for allowing images of Nicole to creep into my bedroom while Daniel tasted my sweet nectar. His faced turned to hers, and I came long and hard. Waves of ecstasy still roamed my body when he slid in me.

  His excitement was why my nipples and vagina were swollen at the moment. I rinsed off and made my way out the shower. Daniel had dozed back off. I gave him a kiss and nudged him. “Get up.”

  He smiled and finally got out the bed. By that time, I was dressed and finishing
up a quick breakfast of bacon and oatmeal. I slid him a cup of coffee as he took a seat.

  “What’s this about?” His eyebrows rose. He scooped the mug up in his large hands and sipped.

  “What?” So I hadn’t woken up before him and cooked breakfast in ages.

  “Come on. Believe me, I don’t mind it one bit, but what gives?”

  “Nothing. I’m just trying to follow the good doctor’s orders. This is me being spontaneous.”

  Daniel shoved a piece of bacon in his mouth and left it alone.

  “I have to run. See you later.” I gave him a peck on the check and headed out.

  For once, the morning commute welded zero accidents, and I didn’t walk in my office with a slight headache. Before long, my routine of answering emails and setting budgets were in full affect. The ringing of my business line pulled me from my duties.

  “Jennifer Ross,” I answered.

  “My, aren’t we upbeat today,” Tina mocked me.

  “What are you doing calling the business phone?”

  “I called your cell three times. You didn’t answer.”

  I reached in my desk drawer and saw the missed calls. I’d mistakenly forgotten to turn the ringer back up when I started my day. With my phone being synched to my social networking accounts, I’d had enough of being jarred out my sleep from silly updates. At three in the morning, I didn’t care whose birthday it was nor did I want to play a game. “Sorry. I didn’t hear it.”

  “It’s cool. Are you coming tonight?”

  “What’s tonight?” I continued calculating numbers for the Wilmington account.

  “Ladies’ night.”

  “Is it that time already?”

  “Yes, the third Thursday of the month. It’s happy hour at Café Circa. You missed last month so no excuses.” Tina put on her no nonsense tone.

  “I can be there by six. Get off my back.” I laughed.

  “You better be. I’ll see you then. Bye.”

  “Bye.”

  *****

  “Hey, baby. I’m hanging out with the girls tonight. It’s our monthly get together.” I started my car and pulled out the parking garage into the packed streets. Unlike the morning drive, evening rush hour fared no better than the cars sitting on the side of the streets at the meters. The entire street was gridlocked.

  “Okay, love. I’m working late anyway.”

  “Love you.” I blew a kiss into the phone.

  Traffic began to creep. Soon, I got up to twenty-five miles an hour, enough for me to get to a street in which I could turn off and bypass the congestion. The route landed me on the same road as Daniel’s office. I thought about stopping in, but Tina would kill me.

  The light turned red. My sitting on Daniel’s desk with his head between my thighs danced in my head. A car horn beeped. I blinked and realized the light changed again. In my rearview mirror, I caught the man behind me waving hello with his middle finger and a brunette sliding into the doors of Daniel’s building.

  “Call Daniel’s office,” I spoke to my hand free device. I also pulled forward before the driver behind me got out of his car and attacked me for holding up traffic.

  “Whiteman Association, Daniel Ross’ office,” an older woman’s voice crackled through the line.

  “Hi, Marla. Is my husband available?” Hopefully the woman wouldn’t think too much into me calling the business line at this hour instead of his cell phone. Being ten to six, I was slightly surprised she answered at all.

  “No, Mrs. Ross. He’s in with one of the owners of the Horseshoe. Do you want me to take a message for later?”

  “No. I’ll see him at home, thank you.” Embarrassed, I hung up. I should have known better. They were a million brunettes in Atlanta, a few of which work in the building. I’d been silly to think the brunette was Nicole.

  I shook the thoughts out my mind and continued to the bar, parked, and headed inside.

  “It’s about time you showed up!” Tina waved at me. She and two of our friends, Andrea and Carla, were already at a table.

  “I said six.” I plopped down in the empty seat.

  “It’s ten after.” Tina licked her tongue out at me and slid me a drink.

  The fruity concoction looked inviting. “What is it?”

  “Miami Vice. This one’s Andrea’s pick.”

  Andrea smiled and took a sip, her small hands in contradiction to her large frame.

  I followed suit. “This is delicious.”

  “I know. It’s why I chose it.” Andrea winked.

  “How are things at the firm?” I asked.

  “Stop it.” Tina jumped in before anyone had a chance. “No work talk, remember? We come here to not think about our crazy clients or the annoying lawyers we work for.”

  They all laughed. I sipped my drink, and my thoughts went back to the brunette walking in the building. What was wrong with me? Why would I assume it was that woman? Why did she have to reappear after Vegas?

  “Hey, sis, what’s up?”

  I glanced up to see we were alone at the table. Andrea and Carla were off flirting with the men seated around the bar. “Nothing. Why?”

  “Because you spaced out. Earlier you seemed all chipper and now distant.” She squinted at me, barrowing past my façade.

  I toyed with my straw, running it around the remnants of my drink. “I’m just still trying to get into the swing of things since the trip is all.”

  “You know I don’t believe you, but whatever it is, maybe you should talk to that therapist of yours alone for once. If you can’t talk to me, then maybe you can talk to her. But you need to talk to someone. Now, go home and screw that husband of yours.”

  My eyes bucked at her comment. “Tina.”

  “What?” She shrugged. “You’re bringing down my buzz. Go get some and get back happy.”

  Maybe she was right. My focus resided elsewhere. “Fine.”

  I grabbed my purse and headed out. Tina was right. Daniel had what I needed and desired.

  Chapter Ten

  My fingers fumbled across the buttons as I undid my blouse. Daniel would be in for a treat. Once I parked, I planned on walking in the door in nothing but my stilettos. The garage door rose, and my heart sank. His truck wasn’t inside.

  “So much for screwing his lights out.” I drove in and waited until the door connected with the ground before making my exit. The neighbors didn’t need to see my brown bosoms. I laughed to myself at the fine the home owners association would come up with.

  The blue digital display on the microwave caught my attention as I tossed my keys and purse on the island. Daniel never came home this late.

  Where are you? I sent a text.

  To pass the time, I poured a glass of wine and drank it as I sat in one of our barstool chairs.

  “Wow.”

  I jumped at the sound of his voice behind me.

  “You look amazing.”

  “Where were you?” I swiveled my stool around.

  “Working. I told you.”

  “You’re never this late.”

  “It wasn’t my intention. Mr. Whiteman insisted I have dinner with our new partners.” Daniel moved closer to me and pushed my legs open, giving himself room to squeeze in between. “How much have you had to drink?” He kissed me.

  “Not much.”

  “The bottle was full.”

  Sure enough, the red liquid settled well below the half way mark. I gave him a coy smile. “Maybe a bit more than I thought.”

  He leaned in, his breath warm as the softness of his lips brushed against mine. My heart rate quickened at the anticipation of him. His tongue outlined the rim before taking them all in. The kiss ignited my soul, breathing new life into the slight moment of despair I felt when I assumed the brunette was Nicole or Cynthia—whatever the heck she wanted to go by.

  Trembling hands found their way between my thighs. He pushed my skirt up and gently rubbed my silk panties. Heat radiated from my lower core.

  His kiss
es went from my neck, down my collar bone, to my navel and, “Ah,” I let out a soft moan as his tongue flicked the outside of my panties. I lifted my hips, allowing him to slide them off and to the floor.

  Daniel’s tongue danced along and in my nectar. My clit pulsated, swelling and yearning for its imminent orgasmic release. I gripped his hair and cried out. The pleasure so much I was afraid if I came, I’d squeeze his neck too hard. I spread my legs wider, giving him more room.

  A tugging began at the base of my navel and vibrated throughout my body.

  “That’s it,” he murmured.

  He suckled my nub as I moved dangerously close to the edge. My hips bucked forward. Daniel grabbed my waist and moved his tongue fast, so fast on my clit.

  “Oh…” My body jerked as I release my warm gift to him.

  Picking me up out the chair, he positioned me in front of the island and bent me over it. I helped him pull his pants down, and he pushed inside me. Slight pain followed by pleasure followed from his abruptness.

  “I’m sorry. When I saw you, I couldn’t wait to be inside you.” He palmed my breasts and continued thrusting into me.

  My folds enveloped his hard rod. He pumped deep within. With each stoke, he trailed kisses along my spine and up to my neck. My body tingled out of control.

  He pulled me up right. My back to his chest, his heartbeat raced. Our bodies were one. Daniel calmed his pace and took his time. Slow and deliberately, he rocked inside of me.

  “This is how we are meant to be,” he whispered against my neck.

  “I love you,” I panted.

  His thrusts picked up speed. My hands flailed across the island, searching for anything to give me balance.

  Daniel tensed. “Argh.” He found his release.

  *****

  Freeing myself from Daniels arm, I tiptoed out the room and downstairs. All the wine I drank had left my throat dry. The refrigerator held the key to my thirst, a nice refreshing bottle of water.

  I twisted the cap and leaned against the stainless steel door. The red light from Daniels cell phone flashed from its resting place on the island and stood out in the darkness. Curiosity got the best of me. I grabbed it to bring upstairs with me but couldn’t help wondering who’d call or message him at this late hour.