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To: Gillian Callahan

That doesn’t make me feel better. I’ll schedule one of my jets for the three of us. End of discussion.

End of discussion? Is he psychotic? He knows that’s going to piss me off. I’m not a wallflower. I can handle myself. Though I can’t say I wouldn’t mind being in the city that never sleeps with my sexy man. My mind flitters back to this morning, his long, thick cock hammering into me, the hot water from the shower sluicing down my back, adding to the fire raging within our melding bodies. His mouth covered mine and his tongue entered me hard and fast in the same mating dance our lower bodies were in. I shake off the thoughts and squeeze my thighs together relieving some of the pressure. The desire I get just thinking about our lovemaking makes me completely stupid. I fire back a text as fast as my fingers can type.

To: Chase Davis

From: Gillian Callahan

I don’t need a chaperone. I am a big girl. I can handle myself.

I wait for his return text. Doesn’t he have a job running an empire?

From: Chase Davis

To: Gillian Callahan

I won’t sleep knowing you’re in NYC without me. I’m coming with you. I own an apartment there. We’ll have dinner with my cousin.

That’s right! His cousin Craig lives in New York. I haven’t met him yet. Of course he knows that the desire to meet his family would sway me and seal the deal.Sneaky bastard.

To: Chase Davis

From: Gillian Callahan

Fine.

No kissy faces, no XOXO. Responding flippantly is all I can manage. As upset as it makes me that he’s hovering over me like a helicopter mom over her five year old, I do love spending time with him. The prospect of seeing his apartment in New York City is exhilarating as well. Funny, he never mentioned it before. With as much business as he does there it made sense to have an apartment in a city like New York. I remember him mentioning a home in Chicago and of course the Penthouse in San Francisco. Makes me wonder how many homes he has? I’ll have to ask him about it later. He doesn’t text me again and for that I’m grateful. He’s probably gloating about winning, this time at least.

After a brutal day of staring at numbers and spreadsheet after spreadsheet, I need a drink. Entering the apartment I stumble on Maria and Tom making out on the couch. His hand is under her shirt, rhythmically squeezing her large breast. Her hand is shoved deep into his underwear fondling his manhood. I stare in shock, mouth wide open in awe. Ribbons of excitement tingle along my skin. The scene before me is so fucking hot. Her tongue is delving into his mouth while her hips gyrate against his groin. Makes me wish I went to Chase’s apartment instead of coming home. I could be riding my own man right now. Probably not. He mentioned something about working late.

I try to quietly sneak to my room to give them privacy when my briefcase catches on the wall and drags against the stucco.Dammit!I turn slowly and the couple has righted themselves. Both are gasping for air, Maria crosses her legs sweetly.

“Gigi, didn’t expect you to come home tonight,” she says through gasps of air.

A smile slips over my features. “Obviously.” I grin wickedly.

She looks at me with a satisfied glint in her eye. She’s not at all embarrassed by her sexual display. She’s very comfortable with her sexuality and doesn’t apologize for it. Tom on the other hand has turned beet red, his hand covering a very impressive erection.

“I’ll just be a minute. I need a glass of wine,” I tell her while walking down the hallway.

Purposely, I take longer than usual putting my things away and changing into yoga pants and a tank top. When I walk back into the living room I hear laughter coming from the kitchen. Making my way around the island I plant my bum on one of our barstools. Maria is opening my favorite white wine. Tom is standing behind Maria gripping her hips and kissing her neck playfully. She’s smiling and wiggling her ass provocatively against him. He keeps jutting his hips back not allowing the contact. She knows what she’s doing to him. The poor guy doesn’t stand a chance. I sit and watch them be frisky with one another, my elbow on the counter and my chin in my cupped hand. Seeing Maria happy and in love is a dream come true. There was a time I wasn’t sure either one of us would have a happily ever after again. She’s had her own fair share of shitty men in the past. Antonio right up there with Justin, but this one seems to be the real deal.

I clear my throat. They both look my way, full of smiles. She saunters over swaying her hips giving her man a show from behind. He doesn’t miss a beat, blatantly staring at her ass. “Damn woman, you know how to work that ass!” he says without shame.

“I know,” she says saucily.

I laugh and accept the glass she hands me.

“SoBonita, where’s Chase?” she asks.

“Working late. He’ll probably come by this evening. Just then the landline rings and Maria answers it.

“Hola” she answers. She listens for a moment while Tom and I wait. “Hola sexy hombre de negocios.” She says. I can’t remember whatnegociosmeans. But I caught the part about saying “hello sexy man.”

She continues in her native tongue. “Estoy bien, ¿verdad?” I watch her intently; she’s smiling that sneaky grin.“Ella está aquí. ¿Qué tan malo es lo que quieres hablar con mi hermosa?”she says defiantly. She said something about speaking to her girl. Then she hands the phone to me.

“It’s for you,” she says smiling.

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