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            “Fuck,
you’re getting so wet. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I moaned and
arched my back.

            “Move
two fingers inside me and push forward.” He did as he was told.

            “You’re
so tight. God…I can’t wait to fuck you.” His mouth went to my nipple and he
sucked on each one, exciting me more.

            “Fuck…Alex
take your fingers and pump in and out of me, when you go back in move the end
of your finger in an upward motion. Yeah…just like that.” I urged, “Now take
your other hand and make those same circles on my clit.” I was climaxing beside
him within seconds.

            “Oh,
yes…Alex you’re going to make me come.” I opened my eyes and saw just how
turned on he was.

            My
eyes rolled to the back of my head as I came all over his hand.

            “That
was fucking awesome. Let’s do it again.” I barely had time to recover before I
felt him ramming into me, as hard as he could. Almost pushing my off the bed.

            “Lean
on one arm and grab my upper thigh with other, angle my pussy Alex.” I coaxed
out of breath.

            “Like
this?” He asked just as out of breath.

            “Yeah,
just like that. Rotate your hips as you thrust into me though. Fuck yes…just
like that. Damn, you’re a quick learner.” I praised.

            “Holy
shit, you keep tightening on my cock, Baby. Keep doing that…do something. Play
with yourself.”

            My
fingers found my clit and I could feel myself arriving to my peak again.

            “Holy
shit, you’re getting tighter. Please tell me your almost there.”

            “Yeah,
harder…faster…” I encouraged and he did just that.

            I
came on his cock and immediately felt him jerk his release right after mine.

            He
fell over almost instantly and we were both panting and sweating. We had sex
two more times before I had to leave. He handed me an envelope and expressed
his gratitude immensely.

            I
knew that it wouldn’t be the last time I would see him.

“Dad!
Look what Grandma got me, today,” Christian yelled as soon as he came barreling
through the door.

“Look at
that…someone must have been an awfully good boy today.”

He
smiled, “I’m always a good boy. I’m going to go show Mommy.”

“Hey, Honey.”
My mom said as she kissed my cheek.

“Hey Mom.
How was he?” I asked leaning over on the counter.

“Oh
honey, he’s always an angel. You know that. He reminds me so much of you when
you were his age.”

“He’s a
good kid. You spoil him too much. I mean Mom, that must have cost a small
fortune.”

She
slapped me on the shoulder, “Ow!” I yelped.

“Sebastian,
he is my one and only grandchild, if I don’t spoil him, then who will? I can do
what I like because I am the Grandmother and my title says that I can. Now, I have
to get going. Your father has a medical conference tonight and I need to go
home and get ready. Give Julia my love.”

“Mmm
hmm.”

She
kissed me on the cheek, “You’re so handsome you know that? Just like your
father. I love you. Be good to my baby.” I heard her car pull out of the
driveway and turned my attention back to Christian.

“Dad!
You want to help me build with these blocks?” He excitedly said.

“Of
course, give me a few minutes, I just walked in before you did. Where’s Mommy?”

“Oh
yeah…she’s in the office. She’s real busy, Dad. She told me to tell you to
order us some food and to leave her alone.”    

I smiled
down at him. She was using him. I knew this game. She never told Christian to
tell me to leave her alone unless she was upset with me. I smiled scratched
Christian on the head as I walked towards the office.

“She’s
gonna be mad,” he called.

I opened
the door to her engaged in papers strung about the desk. She didn’t look up at me;
she was damn stubborn when she wanted to be. I stood in front of the desk with
my hands resting on the edge. She continued to ignore me, I could tell she was
cracking. I saw the small smile form in the corner of her lips. Babygirl
couldn’t stay mad at me if her life depended on it.

“Almost,
Babygirl,” I coaxed, “that lasted almost a whole minute.”

“I hate
you,” she smiled. I smiled, too.

“Come to
me, Babygirl,” I beckoned.

“No,
Sebby. I’m tired of you coming home so mean and unbearable. I haven’t been able
to tell you anything without you snapping at me.”

“Come
here,” I demanded. She did. I placed her between the desk and me and lifted her
up to the edge, grabbing her chin to face me.

“I’m
sorry,” I whispered to her lips. “It’s not you. I promise. It’s just work, and
I’m sorry I have been snapping at you. Will you forgive me?”

“You
haven’t touched me in over a week, Sebby.”

Fuck.
What the hell was wrong with me? This was my wife. My wife who I loved with all
of my heart, I didn’t want to make her feel like that. I knew how much she
needed affection from me. I had always made sure to give her that, even as
kids. I had been neglecting her. All of this shit going through my head with
Ysabelle. My thoughts belonged right here. Right here with my wife.

“I’ll
touch you now,” I teased, running my hand up her leg.

“No. I
have to get through this briefing. You need to go feed our son.”

“Can I
touch you later?” I urged kissing the side of her neck and then my way up her
ear.

“Sebby,
I hate to disappoint you, I can’t. We can do other things,” she offered. I knew
what that meant…

I went
back and hung out with our son while Julia finished working. I promised myself
that I wouldn’t think of Ysabelle. Nevertheless, a few weeks later I found
myself requesting her presence on Olivia’s birthday.

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            I
had received the call from Madam, and as soon as she said Sebastian, I almost
dropped the phone. Why was this man asking for me again…I didn’t get it? What
the hell did he want from me?

            I
got dressed and paid extra attention to what I was wearing. I knew I was
putting more care into my appearance then I had in the past I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to look good for him. I remembered he commented on my white gown and I
didn’t even realize I was dressing myself in a white dress until I had it on.

            It
was form fitting all the way down past my knees; it had thick straps, and a
square plunge line that showed lots of cleavage. I wore red peep-toe five inch
stilettos.

            I
drove the whole way there with my music blaring again, trying to tune out my
thoughts. I didn’t know what to expect. He said he was ‘happily married’ I
couldn’t fathom what this was and that confused the fuck out of me.

            This
had never happened to me with any clients before and I didn’t know how to
handle it. My job was about sex and company, I was filling a certain void or
expectation that they were looking for. I didn’t know what my expectation was
with Sebastian and I and I didn’t like that.

            I
walked up to the door of the same hotel that I had walked in once before when I
was meeting him. We even had the same room. I tugged at my dress and tried my
best to compose myself.

            My
mind was racing with what would happen this time. Would we have sex? Would he
want me to please him? Madam said it would be the same as the last, it’s not
like it couldn’t change. That had happened several times, like it made it
easier on the client to purchase me for companionship and then his hand just
casually graced my pussy, and we accidently had sex. Like it wasn’t on the
agenda the entire time.

            I
shook my head and took another deep breath as I lightly tapped on the door with
my knuckle.
Fuck. I was having a hard time breathing again. Something
was happening to me. Sebastian opened the door with the same warm smile and
confused eyes that he always had when he was around me.

            I
noticed he was wearing jeans with a tight black shirt that accented his
physique perfectly. I’d never seen him in anything other then suits before, he
did casual damn well. Shit. Why did he have to be good looking? It would be so
much easier if he weren’t.

            I
smiled and entered as he waved me in, stopping to place my hand on his chest. I
came to the tips of my toes, greeting him with a small kiss to the corner of
his lips.

“How are
you, Mr. Vanwell?”

“Mr.
Vanwell,” he laughed. “I thought we were passed that?” I laughed. “To answer
your question, I’m utterly confused on how I find myself in this very same room
with you again.” He honestly spoke as his hand delicately circled my wrist.

“How are
you?”

“Just
peachy, Sebastian,” I responded. I wanted nothing more than to pour myself a drink
from the chilled wine in the corner. I knew I couldn’t it wasn’t polite; I had
to wait for him to offer. I wanted to respond that I was just as confused as he
was if not more, I refrained from that one too.

“Would
you like a glass of wine?” He offered.

Thank
God.

“Yes, I
would love one.” I replied, sitting on the corner of the couch crossing my legs
with a captivating smile.

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Shit.
What the hell was I doing there? I couldn’t take it. I wanted to run my hand up
her crossed legs. I wanted to feel her soft lips against mine again.

            I
handed her a glass and our fingers grazed each other. We both caught each
other’s eyes, as I sat down next to her. Probably too close it would seem rude
if I moved myself away from her, at least that’s what I told myself. My arm
conspicuously moved to the back of the sofa. Damn, did she smell good.

            She
always seemed so put together, it made me wonder if she ever got nervous. My
vision caught her cleavage she had such full breasts for being a tiny thing.

            “Do
you ever wear anything other than heels? I think every time I have seen you you’re
in these heels that look painful.” I chimed in trying to break the ice.

            “I’ve
had a lot of practice. It hurt at first, I gravitate more towards heels now
believe or not. It’s almost like I feel naked without them.” She replied making
me nervously chuckle.

            “You’re
adorable when you blush like that, Sebastian. Am I embarrassing you? You
weren’t this shy the last time I saw you.”

            “I
don’t know what that was but seeing you on the arm of that man, did something
to me. It was hard for me to see you like that.”

            “Like
what?”

            “Selling
yourself short.” I stammered and she immediately raised her eyebrows.

            “What
do you think I’m doing now, Sebastian?”

            “It
doesn’t seem that way with us.”

            “Really?
How does it seem?”

            “It
just seems different. I would never hurt you. I wouldn’t use you.”

            “And
you believe that’s what they are doing? Using me?”

            “I
can’t see it any other way, other than them using you. You’re beautiful, you
could be doing so much more with your life than this.”

            “Is
this where you say you’re going to save me, Sebastian? Is that why you keep
requesting my presence, because you’re going to magically make me become
something I’m not. How are you so sure that I’m not the one that’s using them?
You don’t even know me. Just because we’ve had a few conversations, doesn’t
make you an expert on who I am and what I want.” I was offending her; I was
fucking this whole thing up. She was a second away from throwing her drink in
my face.

            “Listen…I
understand that everyone makes life choices. My intention here wasn’t to offend
you. I just think that you have much more potential than you are currently
providing.” I offered.

            “And
what makes you think that I’m not already reaching that potential? I’m really
good at what I do, Sebastian. Maybe you’d like to try…” She teased and placed
her hand on my thigh. I sought out her hand and placed mine on top.

            “Let’s
start over alright? I didn’t call you here to discuss your life choices. A very
dear friend of mine would have been another year older today. I sought you out
for my own comfort, like you being here with me would make this day easier to bare.”

            “Is
that the woman I remind you of?”

            “Mmm
hmm…you look so much like her. I can’t believe it. Your personalities are as
different as night and day,” I said laughing. “Your physical appearance is damn
near identical.”

            “You
said she would have…does this mean she is no longer here?”

            “No,
she isn’t.”

            “I’m
sorry, Sebastian.” She whispered as she squeezed my hand in support.

            We
continued our conversation for another two hours. Although, the evening had
started off rocky our banter flowed easily. I couldn’t believe how easy she was
to talk to.

            We
didn’t get any more personal, just small talk, my business, the new restaurant
downtown, the new clubs that were opening, and of course Christian. She seemed genuinely
enthralled in my silly little stories about my son.

We had drunk
almost the entire bottle of Chardonnay and I’m sure that had a lot to do with
our laughter and conversation.

            I
was telling her about Christian and his dog, how he had dressed him up as a
robber one afternoon, in order to play cops and robbers. How he often tried to
play hide and seek with him and he would sit until he heard Christian say ready
and he would start running. We both laughed really hard at that one.

“I’m not
sure which one loves the other more. If that boy is home, you can bet his dog
isn’t far behind,” I smiled, looking over at her. She was looking at me with a
look that I couldn’t quite read.

There
was emotion behind her eyes. It was the first time I had sincerely saw her
guard come down. I knew the wine had something to do with it and I didn’t care.
It felt amazing to be able to be part of the reason that she let it come down.
Even if it was just for a moment, I got to see it.

Her head
leaned to the side to lay on my arm. I pulled her hair out of her face to see
her eyes. They did it to me every time. My hand caressed the side of her cheek
and I fucking knew I was sending the wrong message, Goddamn it, I couldn’t help
myself. Her face moved and her soft lips caught my fingers. She lightly kissed
each and every finger.

“You
have the most amazing lips Ysa, do you know that?” I whispered.