The Running Series Complete Collection: 3-Book Set plus Bonus Novella (189 page)

“Oh, Emmy, they’re beautiful!” Jette announces.  “Do you know the meaning of including baby’s breath in the arrangement?”

Her sister-in-law is a florist, and Evan is an expert by proxy, having showered her with flowers from the moment they met.  If I ever want to know anything about flower symbolism, Jette or Evan can tell me more than I need to know.

“I don’t know the meaning, but I do like the name,
baby’s breath
.  I’ve decided that the roses are from Adam and the baby’s breath is from Bean.”  For the eleven hundredth time since they arrived, I stare at the beautiful arrangement as a warm glow spreads through my heart.  “Aren’t they perfect?”

Jette smiles and nods.  “So, do you have anything planned for Adam tonight?” Jette asks.

A grin spreads across my face.  “I do.”  I hop over to the side of the bar, away from the patrons and motion for Jette to join me.  “I bought a Naughty Knot Body Bow,” I tell her.

“What the hell is that?” she asks, her eyes glittering with wonder.

“It’s exactly what it sounds like.  I’m going to walk into our bedroom later wearing nothing but a big red bow.”  I lean across the bar and whisper in her ear, “I can’t wait to go home tonight and get unwrapped.”

Jette smiles and giggles.  I have all sorts of playful dress up outfits at home and I’ve offered the loan them to Jette on multiple occasions, but she turns me down every time.  She’ll come see me when she’s ready.  Maybe after she’s been married for a little while and it’s time to add a little spice to their relationship.

For the rest of the night, we all keep busy and there’s little time to chitchat. Finally, at closing, as we’re wiping down the bar, I get a text from Adam.

Ha.  He has no idea how right he is! 

Shortly after eleven, I walk in through our front door and call out, “I’m home!” but get no response.  I place my beautiful flowers on the kitchen table and go looking for my man.

The door to Adam’s office is slightly ajar, and Aerosmith is blaring, telling everyone within earshot to, “Walk This Way.”   I push the door open slowly, peering into the dimly lit room with curiosity.  Adam is oblivious to my arrival.  He sits completely focused on his computer screen. 

Perfect!  Now I can completely surprise him with
his
Valentine’s Day gift.  I tiptoe away to our bathroom and hurry to get ready.  It shouldn’t take me long at all.

I make quick work of stripping myself bare and tossing my work clothes into the hamper.  I look in the mirror and see myself in a new way – miraculous and sexy as hell.  Before me in the mirror stands a petite woman with a noticeable baby bump and breasts that are now fuller than they have ever been before.

Two days ago I got a Brazilian wax and the result is a brand-new, fresh out of the box vagina.  There is nothing that compares to sex while bare.  It’s magical.  I swear, the first time I had oral sex after a Brazilian, I saw God.

Hidden in the vanity is a bag containing my lingerie for tonight – a big red bow.  The girl on the box looks so sexy – and so hot!  Looking at the lump of satin in my hand, I’m feeling a little unsure.  Can I get this red heap to look like
that
?

Luckily, hidden inside the box is a set of directions that comes complete with illustrations – thank the Lord!  It takes me a few tries and a little longer than I anticipated, but I think I’ve finally got it.  I have a ribbon that rests across one shoulder with another end that goes between my breasts and down my middle, then through my legs.  It’s literally the most uncomfortable G-string I’ve ever worn.  But then again, I didn’t buy this for comfort and I don’t plan on wearing it for very long anyway.

The next part is where it gets complicated.  I finally got it to wrap around my breasts and tie right in the middle.  The directions promise that with one small tug, the whole thing will come flying off.  I’ll have to take their word for it, because I’m not going to test it out now and have to start all over again.

Looking in the full-length mirror, I laugh a little, but I look great. What a wonderful present I will be!

I hurry into our bedroom and light a few candles to set the mood.  Everything is perfect.  My mind is full of sexy erotic thoughts.  It’s time to play.  Grabbing my cellphone, I send Adam a new text.

Adam wastes no time in responding.

Before I can say, “horizontal mambo,” the bedroom door swings open.  Candle flames flicker as the new air rushes in, making shadows dance along the walls.  Adam looks around in wonder as his eyes struggle to focus in the dim light.  His face lights up when he sees his gift, perfectly wrapped and presented to him for his pleasure.

As Adam's eyes rake down my nude form, he swallows hard.  "Emmy." He says in a strangled whisper.

Slowly, I take a few steps closer.  The only thing I’m wearing beside the red satin ribbon is a pair of red high heel stilettos.  The 'click-clack' sound that my heels make on the wood floor as I take a few steps towards him is beyond erotic.

"You gonna stand there all night, Adam," I ask, my voice sultry and seductive, "or are you gonna unwrap me?"

Adam's mouth on mine is answer enough.

I can feel his excitement growing as I press myself hard against him.  These heels make me the perfect height for lots of things – kissing is just one of them.

I run my hands up and down his back, my fingernails scratching through his thin t-shirt.  I slide one hand up to the back of his head, and press him harder into me, deepening our kiss while running my hand through his hair.

His hands slide down to my naked ass and he squeezes, pulling me into him even harder. We continue to kiss for what seems like an eternity; our tongues dancing in the dim light as we press against each other, warmth flowing from one to the other.

Finally, our mouths separate.  A devilish glint appears in his eyes.  “What would happen if I pull on this?” he asks, tugging gently on the bow.

“Only one way to find out,” I whisper in response.  Without hesitation, Adam yanks on the ribbon and watches as the ribbon unfurls and falls to the floor, pooling at my feet.

Adam stands there, stock-still, in the middle of our bedroom, completely unable to move.  His eyes sparkle when he looks over at my belly, but then they darken when he sees my freshly waxed hooha. 

An odd sort of heat floods through me from the intense way he studies every inch of me, as if probing beneath my skin to find all my secrets, my hopes, and my desires.  He has a way of making someone feel she is the most important person in the world under that stare. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he groans, his eyes glowing with both lust and love.

My lips crashed against his, my intense need for him pouring into his mouth and down to the tips of my toes. Adam responds, matching my rough kisses with his own, his mouth covering mine as I groan at the feel of his hands all over my body.

My body aches to feel skin, his skin, and I need it now.  “I need this off, now,” I mutter between kisses, yanking at his T-shirt. In a great whoosh of fabric, his shirt is thrown across the room as I maneuver my body against his, sighing as I feel the contact.

I reach one arm down between us and palm him through his jeans. His eyes catch mine, but only briefly, before they roll back and his lips part to let the air escape. Seeing him completely surrender to me, suddenly all I want, all I need, all I desire, is him – in my mouth. 

Moving instinctively, I snap open his jeans, drop to my knees before him, and pull them down. His erection springs free, and he’s already hard and ready for me.  I glance up to find him staring up at me with an expression of lustful anticipation. 

He reaches up to brush back the hair away from my face, his eyes trained acutely on mine.  I take his hands and place them on the dresser behind him. “You’re gonna want to hold on for this,” I warn.  I plan on taking him on a wild ride and all he can do is hold on and enjoy the thrill.  

He leans back and slides his hips forward slightly.  My lips and tongue graze his firm abdomen.  I drag myself down his body, stopping to kiss the very tip of him. 

“Shit,” he hisses. 

He sucks breath in through his teeth, his jaw clenched and his eyes are on fire. My hands start to move up and down, and I lean down and brush the very tip again with my tongue, tasting the bead of liquid at the end.

I feel him responding to me.  Each stroke, every lick, makes him throb and grow harder under my touch.  His moans of pure pleasure push me to continue.

He brushes back my hair and simply says, "Beautiful."  I feel myself tingling as his voice grows a bit huskier, exposing his eagerness.

My lips hum as I take him inside my mouth.  His head lulls back as I begin swirling my tongue around the head and then plunging him deeper and deeper in my mouth.

I slide my tongue over the smooth skin, letting my teeth scrape along and sending shivers through him. He's completely and totally absorbed in the moment, grasping more and more tightly to the dresser with each plunge. 

A groan of pure pleasure escapes from him as my nails rake across the tender flesh of his inner thigh.  I explore every inch of his exposed skin, until I have him firmly in my grasp, holding tight and guiding him in and out of my mouth.

He moans my name over and over again.  The sound of my name leaving his lips is electrifying, sending powerful jolts of power through my nerve endings.

I push on and on, increasing my pace and enthusiasm, driving him crazy, driving me crazy, licking, sucking, tasting, teasing, touching, and savoring the intimacy of this carnal act. To have him here, in my hands, under my control, is exhilarating.  I can feel the adrenalin ramping through my body.

“Emmy, oh, Emmy, I’m ... you ... oh, God,” he stammers. He has no idea that his total abandon and release is all I need and all I want. I crave it.

“Shh,” I purr, taking him in deeply, feeling him hit the back of my throat as my hands stroke and caress the rest of him that my mouth cannot.

He stiffens and gasps, his hands shoving into my hair, his hips bucking.  I feel him twitch as my throat contracts around him. With a shudder and the most gratifying groan I’ve ever heard, Adam throws his head back, closes his eyes, and lets go, exploding in a powerful rush.

He is limp and pliable as I lead him towards our bed.  He shuffles along, too wrung out to bend down and remove the pants that bind his ankles together.  He crashes onto the mattress, every ounce of his energy drained. 

I curl up beside him, letting him slowly come back down to Earth as I play with the light and sparse hairs on his chest.

He pulls me to him and wraps his long arm around me and kisses me on my head. I love when he does this. 

Adam had his release, but I haven’t had mine – not yet.  My body aches for him.  I look up into his eyes and see that they are closed and deep, heavy breaths are seeping from his mouth.  I feel his chest rising slowly and I realize he’s fallen asleep.  Great.

With a shrug of my shoulders and all other options gone for the moment, I decide to take matters into my own hands.  So I slide my hand between my legs, pushing my fingers between my folds, and imagine that it’s Adam’s fingers making me crazy. My other hand plucks at a nipple, intensifying the sensations that are quickly building up.

Suddenly, I feel a nibble on my ear.  “Don’t stop,” he breathes. “Keep touching yourself.” 

I reach out to touch him, and he grabs my hand. “Want me to help?” 

“Yes,” I sigh. 

He entwines our fingers together, and slowly brings it up to my breast.  With my hand in his, he gently runs his thumb across the hard peaks.  My nipples are so hard, I swear they could cut diamonds.  I close my eyes and enjoy the wanton feelings tearing through my core.  Doing this with him has me writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

Knowing what I need, he guides my hand down my body and over my sex.  Instinctively, I open up my legs and arch my back as he pushes my fingers through my folds, rubbing back and forth, up and down, spreading my slick, wet heat. “Oh, God,” I moan as he finds a rhythm.

It feels so good, exquisitely erotic, and just a little naughty. I try to pull my hand away to let him continue on his own, but he grabs it again in a firm hold, presses my palm against my clit, and bites that spot on my neck just behind my ear, and I feel my body start to tingle. 

“You don’t know what it does to me to see you pleasure yourself, Emmy.” His words are soft, hypnotizing and so damn sexy.  His chest hair scrapes against me, and his erection presses against me.  He moves down, biting the nape of my neck, and I close my eyes, enjoying the myriad sensations: my neck, my sex, the feel of him pressed against me, his hot breath spreading across my skin.

I move my hips in rhythm with our hands.  A deep moan leaves my lips as my body trembles and throbs while my legs begin to feel weak.

I start moving in faster circles, smearing my wetness across my sex as I pinch at my nipples with the other hand.  As if that weren’t enough, Adam sucks my exposed breast into his mouth, alternately lapping at the peak with his tongue and applying just the right amount of pressure with his teeth.

Our hands continue their assault, and he presses my palm against my clit and bites gently. I feel my body start to shudder.  The pain and pressure is building to a climax and I know I can’t take much more.  Without warning, Adam plunges a finger inside me, and then adds a second.  He begins to pull his fingers in and out, and after the second or third plunge, I start to lose all sense of who I am and what I am doing. 

I come against our hands, rocking and pushing against them, crying out his name, as waves of pure pleasure crash over my body. 

“Wow,” I whisper and kiss his nose.

“God, Emmy, I can’t seem to ever get enough of you.”  Adam wraps a long arm around my middle and drags my limp body with him up the bed until our heads are resting comfortably on our pillows.  I curl up on my side and he folds himself up and around me.