Twisted Affair Vol. 2 (3 page)

Today, I wouldn't be able to do that. It was embarrassing enough that everyone would think – correctly – I'd gotten the job because of who my family was. I couldn't imagine how it would look if Samuel had to fire me because I was incompetent.

I arrived at the office with my most charming smile and my usual swagger, figuring I'd be able to fake some sort of semblance of intelligence. Samuel met me in the lobby and explained my job as we took the elevator to the third floor. He didn't seem overly happy to have me there, but he also wasn't angry, so that gave me some hope. I knew how seriously he took his business and I didn't want to let him down. I supposed that was why my father had put me here. He'd known I'd try harder for Samuel than for anyone else.

The job was actually better than I'd thought. I would help manage the sales department. My responsibilities would include meeting with clients, wining and dining them. I would get companies to buy our products or invest in us. I would take the more important clients and dole out the responsibilities of the smaller clients to the four other members of the sales department.

“Basically,” Samuel said with a hint of a smile. “We get to see if you can be as charming and persuasive to educated professionals as you can be when you're trying to get drunk strippers into bed.”

I opened my mouth to make a smart comment, then shut it and shrugged. It was a pretty good fit, I had to admit. I couldn't go in blind, I knew, bullshitting my way through things, so I’d need to study products and clients, but all in all, it wasn't too bad.

Samuel showed me to a small corner office and told me he was giving me the week to acclimate myself and to get caught up on our inventory, what we had in development and our regular clients. I'd start the field work part of my job next week. While I didn't exactly like not being able to come and go as I pleased or having to do vast amounts of reading in a lot of technical and legal-speak, I was forced to admit, grudgingly, that things could've been a lot worse.

The biggest problem I had on my first day, however, had nothing to do with the stacks of files on my desk. No, it was my wife. I couldn't stop thinking about her. My senses seemed to recall every single moment of that night with greater clarity than they'd ever shown with any partner I'd ever had. If I'd thought it was difficult sitting around at home with a hard-on brought about from thinking about her, it was nothing compared to being in an office with one.

As the end of my first day approached, I found myself wondering what would happen when I got home. Would Livie want to talk now? Had she finally come to accept what had happened between us? What would that mean? Or would she still be in denial and not want to speak to me? Or keep pretending it never happened?

I'd never been one to get nervous, but not knowing how things would go was definitely causing some anxiety. I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear Samuel until he knocked on my door and said my name, both done in such a way that I knew it hadn't been the first time.

“How'd your first day go?” he asked with a genuine smile.

“Good.” I smiled back. “I think I could be good at this.”

He nodded. “I think so too.” He looked around at the fairly bare room. “Feel free to put some personal touches on the place. Maybe a picture or two of you and your wife.” He came into the office. “How is Livie?”

“Good.” As much as I loved my brother, I wasn't about to discuss my very odd marital problem with him. “Busy working on getting things together for her design business.”

“Hannah was saying that we need to have the two of you over some time for dinner. We'd love to get to know her. She is family now, after all.”

If it had been anyone other than Samuel, I would've been immediately suspicious that my father had put him up to it. Only Samuel's support over the years kept me from throwing the invitation back in his face. I still suspected ulterior motives, but I wasn't going to completely blow him off without proof.

I smiled, hating how stiff it felt. “That'd be nice. I'll check with her and see what her schedule's like.”

“Great.” He looked at his watch. “Looks like it's time to head home. It's Hannah's night out with her friends and I'm on rug rat duty.”

I smiled for real at that. I knew how much Samuel loved his kids and enjoyed his nights alone with them. I'd come over once to find the entire living room converted into a fort using every pillow and cushion in the house as they all played cowboys and space pirates. I hadn't asked for an explanation on that one.

“See you bright and early tomorrow,” he said as he walked out.

I nearly groaned. Right, bright and early. That would get old fast. I stood. I wasn't going to think about that now though. I would focus on dinner and the possibility of an awkward conversation with my wife. At the moment, I wasn't sure if I wanted her to admit we’d fucked or just ignore it so I could relax.

I stopped to pick up chicken, not assuming that Livie would make enough dinner for two. We hadn't talked about eating meals together and we hadn't made any definite plans yesterday. I figured she'd made breakfast for me Sunday morning, so the least I could do was bring home something she could share with me. Okay, so she hadn't exactly made breakfast
for
me, but she hadn't kept the leftovers for herself either. Besides, I figured it might be a nice gesture that could help ease us into setting things right between us.

When I walked inside the penthouse, however, all thoughts of food vanished.

Livie was standing just within sightline of the doorway, partway in the living room. She was smiling at me, but that wasn't the first thing I noticed. It may have been a bit lecherous of me, but the first thing I saw was the incredibly sexy lingerie she was wearing.

Her hair was down, tumbling across her bare shoulders. The bra was strapless, hugging her firm breasts in the most delightful way. There was a wide expanse of creamy flesh above the sheer and delicate silk of the bra. The color was a deep and rich green that matched her eyes perfectly and accented the nipples that were clearly visible beneath the garment. The panties were the same, leaving enough to the imagination to make my stomach clench. Her stockings went to just above her knees and were attached to garters with thin strips of ribbon. And fuck it all, she was wearing heels.

“Liv?” Heat flooded my face when my voice almost cracked on her name. I couldn't stop staring. “What the hell is this?”

She walked towards me, her steps slow and deliberate, the kind of movement designed to capture a man's attention. “What do you think this is?”

“I think this is a tease, that's what I think.” Although I knew I should be annoyed at her for such obvious taunting, I couldn't bring myself to be anything but seriously turned on.

“Do you really think I would do that?” The tone of her voice was almost an answer itself.

She stopped in front of me and raised herself the short distance needed to brush her lips against my jaw.

“What happened to no touching?” I asked as I fought to keep from dropping the bucket of chicken in my hand. It was good food and I didn't want it to go to waste, no matter how good Livie looked.

She smiled up at me. “I want you to touch me.” Her mouth brushed against mine.

A better man than I wouldn't have been able to refuse that, chicken or no chicken.

Chapter 4

Blayne

I put dinner on the counter and reached out to cup the back of Livie's head. I kept waiting for her to snap at me, for her to shove me away again, but she didn't. Instead, she leaned into me, bringing our mouths together more quickly than I'd anticipated. Our lips parted at the same time, tongues tangling and she pressed her body against mine.

I dug my fingers into her curls, holding her firmly in place as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss. My free hand went to the small of her back, her skin soft under my palm. She moaned with pleasure as I explored her mouth thoroughly, my fingers slipping a little lower to tease under the waistband of her panties, lightly skimming across the top of her ass.

She grabbed the front of my shirt, yanking it out of my pants even as she slid her hands underneath. My stomach muscles tensed under her touch.

“Let us get this jacket off.” She broke the kiss for a moment, then moved her mouth to my neck.

Damn. Heat spread across my skin as I shrugged off my jacket. Her fingers made short work of my buttons and then my shirt joined it on the floor. I wrapped my arms around her and planted an open mouthed kiss against the side of her throat. I lightly sucked on the skin, not enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her moan.

“Why don't we move this somewhere a bit more comfortable?” I nipped at the skin across her collarbone.

“I like that idea very much.” Her hip pressed against my half-hard cock.

“To the couch then.” I smiled at her as we walked into the living room.

We were about a foot away when she went to her knees, her hands reaching for the waist of my pants. She looked up at me as she pulled them down, peering up through thick lashes that did nothing to disguise the lust in her eyes. Then she licked her lips and I swore under my breath. Her lips were lush and soft, and I remembered all too well what it felt like in her mouth.

“I would like to taste you now.” She ran out her tongue and flicked it across the tip of my cock.

It went from half-hard to fully erect in record time.

She didn't wait for a response, but instead wrapped her lips around the head and began to suck. My eyes rolled back as her head began to bob, taking more of me with each pass. She wrapped one hand around the base of my cock and took my balls in the other. I put my hand on her head, fingers flexing against her scalp.

“Liv,” I groaned. “Baby, that feels so good.”

She pulled back, my cock sliding from between her lips. “How do you want me?”

There were far too many ways to answer that question and all of them were equally appealing.

“Up,” I said, holding out my hand. She took it and let me help her to her feet. “Bend over the couch.”

She gave me a grin that made my cock twitch and I raised an eyebrow. What was with her? I hadn't smelled or tasted alcohol, but I supposed she could've gotten a little tipsy and then gotten rid of the evidence. I'd done it plenty of times.

“Here.” She held out a hand with a condom in it. “Must be safe.”

After I took it from her, she walked over to the couch, put her hands on the arm of the couch and bent over. She looked over her shoulder and winked.

“What's gotten in to you?” I asked as I walked behind her. I put my hands on her ass, savoring the feel of her firm muscles beneath soft skin.

“You soon, I hope.”

Shit, she got mouthy when she'd had a little to drink.

I ran my hands up her back and unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall free. I leaned over her, my cock against her ass, as I reached beneath her to palm her beautiful flesh. She moaned as I took her nipples between my fingers, rolling them until she was writhing and pushing back against me. Only then did I straighten, my hands moving across her ribs, fingers skimming her stomach and then down until they dipped under the waistband of her panties.

I found her clit easily enough, my finger sliding between her folds. She was slick and hot as I rubbed the top of her clit, alternating pressure and speed until her responses told me which she liked the most.

“Don't move your hands,” I said firmly.

She nodded, her hands staying where they were even as her hips moved. I chuckled as I kissed my way up her spine, adding a second finger as I changed angles. A shudder went through her and she said something in her native tongue. I really needed to learn Czech.

“Are you going to come?” I pressed a little more firmly against her clit and she made gasping sound as she nodded. “Then come, baby, and then I'm going to fuck you until you do it again.”

A few seconds later, she cried out, her hips jerking against my hand. Damn that was a sexy sound. I removed my hand from under her panties and tore open the condom package. Even as she was coming down, I rolled the condom on and positioned myself behind her. I pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties and rubbed the head of my cock against her entrance.

As much as I wanted to simply plunge myself inside her and fuck her until she screamed my name, I wanted to make sure I didn't have a repeat of last time. There would be absolutely no doubt this time as to her agreement.

“What do you want, Liv?” I asked. I hated the thought that she'd tell me to go and I'd have to finish myself off, but I hated more the idea of her flipping out and denying this entire thing happened... again. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“
Ano
.” She nodded. “Please.”

“I want to be clear.” I pressed forward a bit, teasing while still asking for permission. “If you say yes, I'm going to fuck you.” I squeezed her ass with my free hand. “Hard.”

“Yes,” she spoke clearly. “I want you to fuck me.”

I squeezed my eyes closed. I'd had dozens of women say similar things to me over the years, but hearing the words in that accent... damn if it didn't make it all the hotter.

I put my hands on her hips and she pushed back against me. She wasn't only agreeing. She was eager. That got rid of the last of my concern. What happened before had been a fluke. She'd freaked out, but had since realized what she wanted. It wouldn't happen again.

Enough of that. My cock was throbbing and she was making the most appealing mewling noises.

I snapped my hips forward, burying myself inside her with one quick thrust. Damn she was tight. Livie wailed, her pussy quivering around me. I swore, fighting my body's natural urge to lose myself in her, not worry about her own pleasure. When I regained enough control, I began to move.

I'd warned her I wasn't going to go slow and I was true to my word. I pounded into her, enjoying the sounds I was driving from her. I slid my hand beneath her, stroking her clit in time with my thrusts. Livie's head had fallen forward, her curls shielding her face, but I remembered the expressions of pleasure I'd seen on her the other night. A stream of foreign words and phrases were pouring out of her and I felt her body start to shake again.