Never to Love (26 page)

“Wait, what?”

“If you want my ass, you’ve gotta give me yours.”

“Seriously?”

“You’ve never heard of pegging?” Juli asked as she mounted up, taking me deep inside her tight little body.

“Why would anyone—oh, God, that feels incredible—want something shoved up their ass?”

“My point exactly.” Juli was the most sexually adventurous woman I’ve ever been with—hell, it was her idea to fuck on a table in one of my father’s exam rooms—so I was surprised when she didn’t immediately agree. “At least men have a prostate. I’ll introduce you to it someday.”

She rolled her hips, drawing my attention to my favorite part of the day: discovering what she’d chosen to wear. She secretly liked dressing up her pretty pussy for me. Only me. Not that she needed to. I hadn’t seen a repeat for a while, so it was safe to assume her jewelry collection had expanded since we started fucking on a regular basis. If she wore it solely for function, a plain barbell would’ve done the job.

Yesterday, as we sat side by side in a meeting, every time she crossed her legs I knew she was getting herself worked up with the aid of the little butterfly I’d found fluttering around her clit that morning. When the meeting ended, I took a very close second look.

Earlier, with a few helpful touches from me as we drove down the 405, she’d gotten off with the aid of what I could now see was a tiny bow.

She wrapped it up like a present for me.

“This is my new favorite.”

“You say that every day,” she said, breathing heavily and picking up the pace.

Grabbing her hips, I held her still and pounded into her from below. “Gotta hurry,” I somehow managed to say through clenched teeth. “So. Close.”

With a flick of the bow, she came so hard I thought there had been an earthquake, and while in the throes of her own pleasure, her talented pussy sucked my balls dry.

We put ourselves back together quickly, thankful for the many mirrors plastic surgeons kept on hand. “So, what do you think?” I asked rather loudly as we made our way back to the waiting room. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

“It’s the nicest medical office I’ve seen,” Juli replied casually.

“I wasn’t talking about the facilities,” I whispered so only she could hear.

The look on my father’s long-time receptionist, Tara’s, face told me she knew our tour had only consisted of the hallway and one exam room. I’d never fucked anyone in the office before, but my reputation wasn’t too far off the mark. I seemed to be outgrowing it a little more with each passing day, and I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that.

“Where do you want to go for lunch?” I asked, passing the time as we waited to see my dad.

“How about the Mexican place a few blocks from the hotel? I have a craving for enchiladas.”

“Sounds good. I could go for a few tacos.”

“We’ll have to make it quick if we want to have time to fuck again after we finish our errands.”

“You must be trying to kill me.”

Tara’s phone buzzed, saving me from Juli’s response that would have likely made my dick even harder. “You can go back now.”

Taking Juli’s hand, we stepped through the door we’d recently exited, and I led her to my father’s office.

With just one look at us, my dad mock-glared at me and asked, “Which one?”

“Five,” I replied, feeling like a kid caught with his dick in one hand and a dirty magazine in the other. Luckily, the mental porn I’d filmed a few minutes earlier couldn’t be taken away from me like the December ’97 issue of
Penthouse
, which was still one of my favorites.

Picking up the phone, Dad pressed a button. A moment later, he said, “I need exam room five cleaned. Be very thorough.”

Up until that point, I’d never seen Juli’s cheeks flush without my dick buried inside of her.

Turning his attention back to us, my dad took his first real look at my companion. “Wow, your breasts are spectacular. Who did you use?” he asked, eyes illuminated with awe.

Juli looked to me for help. “Trust me, Dad. They’re real.”

“No way.” He stood and came around the desk to get a closer look while being careful not to physically invade her personal space.

“You should know God is the only artist who can sculpt a better bust than you. Juli’s girls are his finest masterpiece.”

In what must have been an attempt to see just how red she could turn, he asked, “Would you be willing to have one of the nurses photograph you for our website? Within twenty-four hours, I’d be booked solid until I retired. Hell, even just a strategically angled picture of the two of us on Facebook would do the trick.”

“I know. They’re every woman’s goal,” I said, beaming with pride.

“Can we talk about something other than my boobs, please?” Juli asked, having just barely found her voice beneath an avalanche of embarrassment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Occupational hazard—I assure you I’m not nearly as much of an asshole as Thomas,” Dad said with a grin. Thinking about my very recent conversation with Juli about assholes, I snickered a little.

“And I was just joking about the website. My wife likes to remind me that I’m not as funny as I think I am.” Dad stepped around the desk and took a seat. “How about your nose? God had a little assistance with that, right?”

That one I couldn’t answer for her.

“When I was fifteen, a family friend accidentally clocked me in the face with the business end of a golf club. My grandmother drove me to a plastic surgeon’s office instead of the ER, but it pretty much looked the same after it healed as it did before.”

“Now that we’ve established my girlfriend is naturally gorgeous…”
Did I just call Juli my girlfriend?
The two sets of extremely wide eyes staring at me confirmed I had. I decided to push through the awkwardness as if nothing happened. She was practically living with us, so what difference did a slip of the tongue make?
Yeah, a Freudian slip. Wait a minute… Living with us?
This was not the time to freak out. We had a job to do, and this was only our second stop of the day.

“We came by to deliver an invitation to the gala,” Juli said, her face having gone back to a more natural hue. She retrieved the envelope from her bag and held it out to my dad, whom I really hoped she didn’t think was a creepy old man.

“Thank you. Jeane and I are looking forward to it. It was lovely to meet you, Juli, but I have a patient, who hopefully isn’t in exam room five. It might be a while before I can go in there again.”

“See ya, Pops,” I said, not wasting any time. The sooner we left, the sooner we could finish our errands, the sooner we could fuck. Before the door closed behind us, I couldn’t help but poke her one more time. “We’ll break in rooms three and four next time.”

Having recovered from her embarrassment, she surprised me with, “Won’t rooms one and two feel left out?”

*

After delivering three more invitations, Juli and I stopped for lunch a little later than we had planned. All we had left to do was eat before heading over to the hotel to meet with the glorified party rental company. If the meeting didn’t run long, we’d have just enough time to go upstairs for a quick fuck before I needed to leave to pick up Colton from school.

“I don’t understand why we don’t just buy the crap ourselves,” I complained as I disassembled my taco. “Look at how much shit they put on this thing. Tacos should have meat, cheese, and vegetables. If I wanted a burrito, I would have ordered one.”

Ignoring the food-related segment of my rant, Juli asked, “Will you ever use it again?”

“You never know. We could always add a red carpet option to our wedding packages.”

“Sounds cheesy.”

“It’s not cheesy for a fundraiser?”

“There will be movie stars lined up halfway down the block. This will be an actual red carpet event, which is why we should let the professionals deal with the actual red carpet. They know how to set everything up to make sure the guests get maximum exposure without causing a traffic jam at the door.”

“But—” I started to whine like Colton.

“But nothing, young man. You’re not buying a red carpet just so you can pretend to be a celebrity. If you want to play movie star so badly, I’ll take you to a premier.”

“Wouldn’t that look kind of like a date?” Surprisingly enough, I wasn’t opposed to the idea. Actually, I kind of liked the thought of being seen with Juli on my arm. Everyone in the fucking world would bow down to T.J.’s incredible talent if I walked in with the hottest woman on the planet.

“Never mind.”

“I think it might be fun,” I said casually.

“You’re thinking of all the different places to fuck at the theatre, aren’t you?”

“I am now.”

“Don’t worry, I know all the best spots.”

“You enjoy irritating me, don’t you?” I asked, sitting back and giving her a hard look.

“You looked like you needed a dose of ‘boner-be-gone.’”

“You only made it worse.”

“Hearing about the places I’ve fucked other men turns you on? I didn’t realize how kinky you are.”

“I need you to make a complete list of every place you’ve ever hooked up.”

“Would you want a narrative, as well?”

“Nope, just the list.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“We’re going to go to every place on that goddamn list so I can fuck the memory of those losers out of your head.”

“It’s a really, really long list.” Had she always been so mean?

“I could make a list as well, if you want.”

Juli’s face twisted into a scowl. “No, thank you. I don’t have anything to prove.” Her pissy tone belied her confident words.

“Something wrong?”

“You’re an asshole.”

“An asshole who’s going to fuck you as soon as we sign the contract for the red carpet rental.”

“Ugh.” Before it had a chance to do any permanent damage, Juli’s evil eye transferred from me to her phone. “Speaking of assholes.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Some bitch who’s obsessed with Brady keeps texting me. I hoped she’d go away, but it looks like I’ll have to report it to security.”

Bringing the phone closer to her face, she yelled, “I don’t want your fucking man!” Turning to me, she added, “God knows putting up with you is difficult enough.”

Juli

“Did your dad specifically say you were allowed to have a hamster?”

“Yes. He wants me to have one. He just forgot to tell you.”

“A live hamster? Not a plush?”

“Yes. A live hamster. He’ll be sad if we don’t get one today. He feels bad he had to work late and couldn’t come with us.”

Of course, I wasn’t able to call Thomas to verify. The video conference he was in with his senior staff and overseas investors couldn’t be interrupted for a hamster.

“Okay. Which one do you like?” I stood back and peeked over the edge of the playpen thingie from a safe distance.

One by one, Colton picked up all six thousand of them to figure out the answer to my question. It took so long, I swear they had babies, creating an infinite supply of tiny fur balls for him to examine.

Finally, he held up the smallest one and announced, “This one. I’m going to name him Pipsqueak.”

“What else does he need?” I asked the teenage boy who’d been helping us a little too eagerly.

“A cage, bedding, water bottle, food, a wheel—we have a starter kit over in aisle three.”

The starter kit was priced slightly below fifty dollars and looked like it was worth closer to twenty. Colton, who was still holding the rodent, had his eye trained on the two-hundred-dollar cage they had on display.

“You know what,” I said to the sales associate, “just give him the best of everything.” I noticed a lot of items he hadn’t mentioned on the shelves near the food. “What about that stuff?” I pointed in the general direction of the supplies.

“Those are all optional.”

“I’ve never had a hamster and haven’t had time to research. I take it you know about this stuff?” The kid nodded. “Give us whatever you would buy if you were going to get a hamster and didn’t have a budget. But don’t screw me over. Ten minutes on my phone, and I’ll know everything there is to know about hamsters. If I find out you took advantage of my temporary ignorance, I’ll have you fired before the end of your shift.” He paled but nodded. “Colton gets to choose colors and styles and has the final say. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

*