Seventeen
Shane
Was I really that fucking stupid at Travis Murphy's age? Would I have ever treated my ex-wife or any woman in that fashion? The simple answer being no, but my fury makes me want to punch the ever loving shit out of Murphy's face anyway.
I put up with a lot of verbal lashing with five siblings and then a drunken ex-wife, but never have I accused any person of being gold-diggers except for the women who purposely expressed those desires.
I know Melanie would never be that kind of way which only infuriates me more because if Murphy had made those sort of comments at a general meeting or firm event, then Mel's entire work reputation would have a small red flag. People who know her could ignore the comments, but the idea of it will still be back in her head.
Instead of calling her on the work intercom, I send her a text saying that I will meet with her asap. Her response is short and simple about being on a conference call and she will see me at her place later. I have to make a notation in Travis' file and as much as I would like to let this incident slide by, but he needs to understand that no senior partner will tolerate mindless gossip. It gets our colleagues in hot water and it could damn well get our clients in trouble if someone even insinuates the wrong message.
I swear I need to fucking hit something before I get home. I call Logan to see if he wants to go hit a few rounds with me while Mel is on that conference call. I send her one more text to meet me at my place. My adrenaline is through the roof. I meet Logan at his private stunt gym and go a few rounds with his stunt double from his last movie.
When I get to my place, Mel is in the middle of placing a salad on my kitchen island and turning to bend down towards my stove. Damn that's a sight I love coming home to. Her ass was made for my hands and I come up behind her without trying to scare her. I slowly move my hand across the round swell of her ass and she stands up into her full height, letting her ass hold firm in my hand.
"God, baby. Your ass in the air was definitely the best way to end this day. You didn't have to make dinner."
She spins in my arms, "Dinner was the least I could do after today and everything else lately."
The worry lines in my face must be evident because she smoothes her thumb across my forehead. "Shane, everything is fine. We both knew something like today was bound to happen. I just never expected such immaturity. I love being with you and like we promised, no interferences."
"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?"
She kisses me and burrows into my sweaty arms. "We are both lucky because you saw me for the sexy nerd I am. Where I can walk around in nothing but a pair of sexy librarian heels and have you salivate for a taste of my skin. Especially, if I'm sitting in your oversized leather chair in your office looking over briefs. Now those are some fun memories I will have forever. You let me talk about heels and Hallmark as if they were the most important thing in the world. You tell me your hopes and dreams for our future children."
She pulls back and goes back to moving her hands across my neck to my shoulders, lightly massaging me. "Its never a game of power for us. I love showing off what I have for you and you alone. I do love the fact that you can make me actually take a break from my work life because you've been in my spot before to know when I need to back off. I've spent nearly a good portion of my life drowned in work, trying to be someone outside of the little cocoon that I was in living in Vermont. Beth helped me break out of my shell in undergrad and I got myself prepped for law school and the real world. You helped guide me through my career. I love you and not for gratitude or professional gain, but because you see me."
I'm utterly speechless from her admissions and I can only do one thing. I kiss her and kiss her hard. I forget about everything that happened today and pour every emotion coursing through me into this kiss.
We forget about dinner as I pick her up onto the corner of the island and practically rip her skirt off in needing to be inside of her. I undress as quickly as I can and don't even bother to undo her blouse as I take a nipple into my mouth. There are absolutely no walls between us as I take her hard and fast. She screams as she pulses around my dick.
What was a shitty-ass day turned around to be one of the most memorable of my life because I have the best woman in the world by my side.
Eighteen
MelanieI need sex and I need it badly.
This is Shane Fucking Thompson's fault. If I have one more naughty dream and find my fingers in my clit when I wake up one more damn time, I'm kicking his ass. Preferably, with one of my skinny four inch stilettos. Possibly the ones with the studs all over the pump. Those could leave a lovely impression.
Every time I hear his name, my damn pussy contracts, and aches like she has a mind of her own. When he looks at me, wetness drips from a neglected core.
And he's not even here. It's from the damn partners talking about his contracts and his headset hanging on the wall of partners. Its like those paintings where no matter what spot I'm in, the eyes are always following me. Damn him.
He's been in Tokyo on a contract with an actor who is in the middle of shooting his newest movie, but needed face to face contact to go over his next movie roll. His schedule was too erratic to video conference and the never ending voicemails became too much for Shane.
I've already pissed off Beth with my horny attitude and she's about to ship me off to Tokyo herself. We're at dinner in Soho as part of our weekly ritual and apparently, I've been talking nonstop about Shane.
"Seriously, Melanie, get off your ass, and come with me."
I look at her warily. "Whyyyy?"
She gives me her patented pissy look. Narrowed slit eyes and pursed lips. "Because you are literally the horny version of Hangry right now and I'm taking your ass to the adult shop to fix this shit." She steps away from the high top and throws cash on the table to cover our bill and walks with fierceness out of the restaurant. I hastily follow her. Beth on a mission is not a Beth to mess with.
"And a trip to the adult store is gonna do what exactly? Shane's still in Tokyo."
"Because we're buying you a vibrator to use tonight and some fucking toys for you to have when he gets home. You're gonna rock his world if I have anything to say about it. Plus, I plan to ride my fiancé just to spite you tonight and because he's hot. Now let's go bitch."
My heels click obnoxiously against the pavement in my quest to catch up with her. I really fucking hope this place isn't some weird creepy porn house. A few blocks of walking furiously on the busy New York streets has me questioning my best friend's sense of direction.
I ask warily, still clomping a few steps behind her. "Where is this place and how the hell do you even know about it?"
She slows down a notch and cranes her body towards mine, but keeps walking. "Ben has a friend from college who owns the place. It's not that bad, I promise. Besides, I've never known you to be a prude Melanie Cromwell." A few more twists and turns through the streets and we arrive at a storefront that doesn't seem sleazy in the slightest. There are no black curtains and nasty neon signs with weird messages. It has roses lining the bottom of the window sill and a picture of an embraced couple that seems more intimate in its erotic pose.
Beth nudges my shoulder away as I stare at the poster. "The guy who owns it does boudoir photos on the side. Some of the models sign releases to have their photo as the window display."
Mentally, I'm thinking of different ways I could torture Shane with those kinds of images. Physically, I'm craving to be in his embrace. Vocally, I say, "Let's go in."
The inside is as neat and tidy as the front. Cocktail height tables are scattered around the store with small displays of certain products at each table. The first one I walk up to is an elegant catalogue of every known whip and flogger you could think of. The tables hold various catalogues of handcuffs, vibrators, lubricants, and anything else.
Curiosity plagues me. I ask myself, "Why do they have all of these catalogues and none on display?"
Beth walks over to me with a salesman close behind her. He answers instead of Beth. "We keep one of everything in the catalogues in the back so that random people don't mess with the products when they walk in. If people are serious about a product, we will gladly showcase it to them, and then make the orders. I am Samuel by the way. My husband, Harrison, and I own this shop."
I shake his hand and love the flair he's rocking. He and Beth take me through several different vibrator catalogues. I swear my eyes bug out of my head. I never realized how uneducated in the ways of the sex world I actually am. Some of this stuff I've never heard of in a million years and other products has me wanting to give up shoes to buy some these toys. I'm that excited right now by all of the possibilities.
Beth's laughing at me as I continue to roam through the store and the catalogues. She's already mentioned that I have my shopping face on and starts making demands since she knows I will listen. " I also want you to get a butt plug, lubes, and anything else to help you get out of this fucking horny funk. I'm not gonna deal with this attitude again young lady."
Samuel smoothly offers, "We also do those Pure Romance parties too."
He looks at Beth and winks. She has a smile that makes me wary.
I put my hands on my hips and ask, "What did you do Beth?"
She fails to look innocent. "Oh? Did I forget to mention that he was going to call you to set up everything for one for my bachelorette party? My mom is going to scream."
I look at her in horror because of how pristine her mother is, but then I break out in laughter as to the image of her mother's potential reaction. If my reaction is any indication of walking into this store, I can only imagine how having Samuel and his husband come to Beth's parent's penthouse with a suitcase full of vibrators, whips, and other toys.
I finally decide on two vibrators, a small butt plug, warming massage oil, and a boudoir photo session with Samuel. I am going to make Shane worship at my feet. I send him a photo as a teaser and his reply of expecting me bent over his desk ready for his dick upon his return nearly has me combusting in the middle of the busy New York streets.
That jackass needs to get home soon.