Being Cordial
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Meanwhile anytime someone at her company had computer issues she sent them to me, and I’d somehow become their unofficial after-hours IT person.
The spending nights together had evolved like everything else, on its own without much thought—on my part—being given or what it meant being dissected. Most of those nights were at my place and I’d made plenty of jokes about her using me to get the unit she was originally after. Not that I minded if it meant her being the last person I saw at night and the first one in the mornings.
I slid my glasses back in place and returned my attention to the tower in front of me. My gaze went to the drawer to my right. I licked my lips and picked up the mug. Hopefully the bitter liquid would help replace the moisture that had drained from my mouth. Where the fuck had nerves come from? This was nuts. Her damned overthinking habit had rubbed off on me at the worst damn time.
I’d already made up my mind. Yet, I’d been sitting on that decision for well over a week, thinking through all the possible roadblocks she could throw my way. But I knew this was the right move. I shot a look over to where she sat sipping her tea and flipping through the papers she’d left on the table the night before.
I’d put a desk in the third bedroom so she’d have a place to work, but most times she ended up right where she was, curled up on the futon while we each worked without disturbing each other. I pulled open the drawer and grabbed the gold box that had been hidden in there for the last week.
“Heads up,” I called out. She looked up and I tossed it to her.
“Oh shit. What the hell?”
Ren lifted his head and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear his little ass scowled at us before he jumped down and left the room. I was sure he was headed to the guest bedroom since he’d quickly claimed that space as his own. Sleeping most nights in the middle of the queen-sized bed.
“Got you something.”
“I can see that, but could you give it to me like a normal person?”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Thank fuck my voice didn’t betray the full-fledged nerves that took over at that moment. I watched in silence as she lifted the gold cardboard lid to reveal the blue velvet box contained within.
Lana looked up at me. “Emilio?”
I took my glasses off and set them next to the coffee mug. “Are you going to open it?”
Keeping her eyes on me, she dumped the smaller box into the palm of her hand. It opened with a soft creak and she finally tore her gaze away to look down. She didn’t say a word, which did jack shit for my peace of mind. In slow motion, she put the box down and walked over to me. Leaning down, she kissed me. Our lips connected, soft at first, but the intensity quickly took over. Tongues mashed together and I stood, keeping our connection. I grabbed at her bare ass pulling her close. She broke free and yanked me from my office toward our bedroom. Our. Yeah, I liked the sound of that.
With a quick shove, Ma pushed me back so I fell onto the bed. I didn’t even get to speak as she made quick work of discarding her T-shirt. My dick tented my boxers but not for long as she pulled them free before straddling me. Again our mouths met. I palmed her tits, squeezing them and letting my thumbs graze across her hard nipples. Fuck, I didn’t care she hadn’t answered me, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of her body that surrounded me as she lowered herself.
I’d never get tired of the skin to skin feel of being inside her sans condom. A trip to the doctor for STI screening and the fact she had an IUD made this glorious moment possible. She looked at me, eyes wide and glassy and began to move. Slow and easy. I grabbed her ass and lifted my head to capture one of her nipples in my mouth as her breasts swung forward.
She pushed herself up, palms flat against my stomach. I groaned when she clenched around me. An amazing trick of fucking me damn near without moving. She sucked me in and held me tight and goddamn it felt wondrous, but what I wanted was something more. I smacked her ass.
“Come on, sexy. None of this tentative shit. Fuck me like you mean it.”
She let out a little gasp and fell forward. She pumped her hips up and down, fast and furious. Nails dug into my shoulders and I kept a tight grip on her ass meeting her thrust for thrust. Hot breaths and soft grunts filled the room.
I loved this position. Being able to watch as she rode me hard. Seeing each change in expressions on her face. The biting of her lips, the closing of her eyes. And best of all, the movement of her tits. I loved watching them sway and sucking on her nipples while she fucked me like I owed her money.
Her pussy clenched and her body shuddered with her release. My own followed not long after. Neither of us moved and she rested her head on my shoulder. The longer the silence stretched on the more I worried the sex was a distraction.
She looked up at me, a slight smile tugging at her lips. “You realize that was the world’s crappiest proposal, right?”
“Was this a yes?”
She nodded.
The boulder of doubt that had been sitting on my chest broke apart. I grabbed her ass and gave it a squeeze. “Well, it got me laid and a fiancée, so I’d say it was a damned good one.”
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Thank you for purchasing Being Cordial. I hope you enjoyed the story. If you are so inclined, I’d appreciate a review. If you enjoyed this story, be sure to catch up with the other residents of Desert Rose Station in Being Neighborly and Being Hospitable!
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Meka
About the Author
Meka James is a writer of adult contemporary and erotic romance. A born and raised Georgia Peach, she still resides in the southern state with her hubby of 16 years and counting. Mom to four kids of the two legged variety, she also has four fur-babies of the canine variety. Leo the turtle and Spade the snake rounds out her wacky household. When not writing or reading, Meka can be found playing The Sims 3, sometimes Sims 4, and making up fun stories to go with the pixelated people whose world she controls.
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Other books by Meka
Being Neighborly
*Book 1 of the Desert Rose Hook-ups
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Being Hospitable
*Book 2 of the Desert Rose Hook-ups
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Fiendish: A Twisted Fairytale
**please note this book tackles dark themes that may be upsetting to readers. You don’t have to read Fiendish to read and enjoy Not Broken**
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Not Broken: The Happily Ever After
*Continuation of Calida’s story from Fiendish
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The Lists
*Extended HEA for Calida and Malcolm from Not Broken
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Anything Once
*Erotic romance featuring Ian and Quinn Faraday who are on a journey to spice up their sex lives
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