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[imagineromanreigns]

Unfinished Business – Part 3

As successful as Mr. Anoa'i is, I don't understand why he continues to deal with these stuffy nobodies. He could easily separate himself and start up his own company. Ten times over. Yet here he is, and here I am, stuffing myself into a dress and heels I'd much rather keep buried in the depths of my closet. 

I love me a good party.. or social gathering if you will, and I love me some cute clothes as much as the next one, but I don't want to go mingle with The Stuffs. I'm practically stomping my feet as I slide on my pumps.

I'd quit this job if it wasn't for him. Honest to God. 

And the paycheck. 

But mainly him. 

Come downstairs. 

The text I've been waiting for, glass of wine in hand. I slip back the last sip and a half and brace myself.. to be completely alone with him. It’s a rarity. 

I know better. 

As much as I'm sure Mr. Anoa'i does. 

Yet, he extended the invite.. he offered me a ride to the museum and back.. how could I resist? 

Out of my apartment and down the elevator, I take one last look at the little black dress that could never do me wrong in the glass door and tuck my clutch into my side as the doorman wishes me a good night. Looking past the limo eating up the lanes, I look for the black escalade I've grown to recognize. I whip my phone out to text that I was indeed in front of my building before he turned the corner, when I hear him clear his throat straight ahead of me. 

Something trancelike happens when I look up that transforms the barely red anymore carpet and the building's awning above it almost glint.. because Jeeeesus. 

I thought he looked good in work suits and office parties, but Joseph Anoa'i, in a luxurious, deep blue tuxedo, cuff links and all. 

Drooling. Among other things. 

And to top it all off, accompanied by a freakin' Escalade limo?! Shivers roll down my spine, quickly spreading everywhere else. I imagine my eyes pop out of my head, and the curls on my head go poof into smoke. 

"I promised you a good time in exchange for a dull evening, did I not?"

"I like to believe you keep your promises, boss."

A devilish smirk splays across his pink lips. "Always." 

The door pops up behind him and he holds his hand out to me. Such a gentleman. He even waits until I'm fully settled in my seat to slide in across from me. As he sounds something off to the driver, miles ahead, I take a look around. 

Bougie bougie. 

The door, the underneath of the seats —and almost everything else— glows softly, a mini tv above the mini bar stocked with scotch and my favorite wine.. coincidence?

Hm. I think not. 

That suit clinging to him though.. the things I would do..

The limo goes into drive, smooth sailing. Then the partition between us rises and we're alone. 

Ish.

Mostly.

"What is it about limos?" Joe murmurs, chuckling to himself, licking his lips. 

What's that now? I tilt my head. "Would you believe me if I told you this was my first time?"

His eyebrows rise. "I'm happy to be the one to pop your cherry. Would you like a drink?" 

Good grief. Deep, deep down below, sparks go off. There's a lot of things I can do for the first time in here. "Supplying me with that wine doesn't mean you know me. Just an FYI."

"Perhaps I do.. perhaps not." He leans ahead slightly, collecting and filling a wine glass for me and fixing a scotch for himself. A double. "Nevertheless, I pay attention."

Salut. 

I clink my glass to his and take a grateful sip to quenching my thirst. Slightly. He's not wrong, but I'll never tell him that. I will say, "I'll give you a brownie point."

His eyes travel down the curves of my body, down to the velvet pumps crossed between his shoes and back up again. 

"I'll take what I can get." He throws back the scotch and sets his glass back on the bar. 

"Why'd you ask me to accompany you tonight, Mr. Anoa'i?"

"What do you mean?" He tops off my glass a little bit. 

"I mean, yes, I'm your PA. My company is usually expected. But this is not a work function. So, again, why me?"

Joe runs one hand over his head and the other down his beard.. Do I make him nervous? Unsettled, perhaps? Then his dark eyes fall to my lips. Or my breasts. Could be either or. They’re sitting high in this tight dress.

"We've had some good times outside the office... and you're great company to keep." 

Is that so..? "Am I playing a role of some sort? The girlfriend? The fiancé? The silent wife?" I giggle, almost too loud. 

He laughs, sitting all the way back, stretching out the length of his body a bit. God damn does he look good stretched out on that bench. Good enough to straddle. 

"No one can play you, quite like you.. in truth, it's always good times with you." 

Then I see it. It might be nighttime and there may not be much light in here but I know I see one thing for certain. 

Joe might be trying to ply me with liquor, but I've never needed it. Not where he's concerned. I do slip back what's left of my drink before settling my glass beside his. 

"That's good to know.. I thought it was just my blinding good looks and sass," I quip, and he laughs because he knows I'd never be caught dead talking about myself like that. 

"You do compliment me though." 

I can't help the sly smirk that graces my face. "I can do much more." I'm partially kidding. 

But not really. 

I can ply him. 

With me. 

I uncross my legs, spreading them the couple inches my dress will allow. 

We stare at each other a moment, where I become highly aware of where I am, who I'm with, and all the scenarios that could possibly play out right now. Where I'm highly aware of my breathing, and Joe's, and that there's a man sitting a good 8ft or so ahead of us. 

Then Joe all but falls to his knees, grabbing mine and pulling me to his hips as he goes, shoving my dress halfway up my thighs. He grabs my face, his thumbs sweeping over my cheeks right before his lips collide with mine. 

That moment of awareness slips away and I'm in a trance all over again. I don't hear anything but the soft moans he makes with his lips on mine, the grunts he makes as he bites at my neck. I wrap my arms around him, taking his bun in one hand, pulling on it softly. He lets out a soft growl, looking up at me, eyes heavy and heady. I glance at his now swollen pink lips for a second, then take them again, hungrily making my way to his neck. 

He throws his head back further, giving me better access before almost forcefully removing me. 

No shame. 

There's a small spot. I lick and kiss it softly and he smiles, scandal and mischief written all over his face. 

Joe takes a handful of curls and teaches me a lesson of his own, taking the other hand to expose my breasts to the cool air. My nipples were already hard, but they perk up to an almost painful point now. 

I almost beg him to warm them up with his tongue, the same tongue traveling everywhere but. 

Down my jaw, across my neck, along my collarbones.. he nips and licks all around my nipples like he's saving the cherry for dessert. My knees buckle, bringing me closer to him. Then his tongue finally flicks one, immediately swallowed up by his mouth before he begins to takes turns, torturing me at this point. There's just enough bite with just enough licks to have me squirming, realizing I'm grinding against his stomach. 

That doesn't make me stop. 

Nor does he. 

My nails dig into his back. It feels so good, he feels so good against me, I could almost explode already. Almost. 

Only now, he does stop, lowering my back to the seat, then pushes my dress completely over my thighs as he settles himself back on his heels. He takes the chance to look me up and down again, smoothing one hand up my calf, under my thigh, slinging my right leg over his shoulder. 

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" 

Joe kisses the inside of my thigh, sending sparks up to the apex of my thighs. Taking small nips at me as he goes, his right hand mirrors his previous actions to my left leg. 

I didn't think he actually expected an answer until my eyes closed briefly and he snaps the thin material of my thong at the crotch and his voice drowns out the sounds of everything around us.

“I believe I asked you a question,” he growls, biting down on a chunk of thigh demanding one. 

"You have not, boss," I pout. Extra pouty. I wonder if he knows he looks real, real, good from this angle too. 

"Forgive me, love. I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice muffled by my thighs, his mouth inching lower and lower. He looks up once more with that devilish smile. "You look so, so, beautiful tonight."

"Spell it." I shift my hips over him. 

"Gladly." 

Joe pulls my thighs, lifting one over his shoulder, supporting me with one arm underneath and the other splayed across my pelvis to keep me locked in place.. because FUCKKKK. 

I'm not sure if I audibly cry out because I'm suddenly devoid of all hearing. I know I grab a hand full of hair and grab ahold of the sturdy forearm holding me down.

Just a couple slow, slow,  laps of his tongue and I'm already swimming. 

Spiraling.

He unlocks his arm from my waist, moving to pull my other leg over his shoulder. His hands smooth their way under my ass, just at the base, sits further back on his heels and my back lifts from the leather beneath me. My heels cross behind his back. 

I'm almost suspended, but I'm not. I'm perfectly angled for what he needs. Looking.. up at him, I almost wonder if he's done this before, but I push the thought from my mind. 

"Let's cross something off our bucket lists," Joe says, licking his lips before he kisses his way up my thighs once more, slipping his tongue to the exact right spot. 

He said our. 

I instinctively grab at his already messed up hair with one hand, the other above my head on the seat for some support because with the way I'm shaking...

One more swipe of his warm tongue against my flesh and I succumb to it. The orgasm rages through me, sending violent shudders throughout my body. Yet, Joe doesn't stop.. I'm still reeling, gasping for air. And he goes for another one, wasting no time, wasting nothing. Watching him, so focused, so determined, the second orgasm starts to build fast. 

I look up and realize there's a sunroof that takes up just about the length of the limo. The sky is just dark enough to see the stars peeking through. 

That moment of awareness again. 

My breath catches in my throat, Joe wrapping his arms under and over my thighs to keep me as steady as possible. 

The second one sends me off. 

Screaming out what? I'm not sure, but I know I see stars for what seems like ever. Could be the sunroof, could be the orgasms, could be him.

When I snap back to reality, Joe is helping me scooch back up the leather seat, all smiles and messed up hair. While I'm exhausted from that venture alone, as soon as he sits back up, I slide down onto my knees, easily crawling the short distance. He looks down at me excitedly, tongue practically hanging from the corner of his mouth. He leans over and kisses me, hard, his tongue moving with purpose. To get me wetter and wetter, no doubt. 

It’s working. 

And I can taste myself on his tongue. 

Much sooner than I'd appreciate, he pulls away, smacking one last loud kiss to my lips. 

"As much as I'd love to watch you return the favor right now, we're two minutes away and I want to enjoy that for a lot longer." He smacks my bare ass, more smiles, he pulls my dress back into place and slides my now broken thong into his breast pocket, sending tingles everywhere down south. "Let's put ourselves back together." 

I can't help but laugh at him dusting off his knees then fiddling with his bun, that I'm going to end up fixing for him. I'm not quite sure what Mr. Money Bags is thinking.. but it was worth every second, if I do say so myself. 

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Unfinished Business – Part 2

I decide to sit in on this morning’s meeting since the view is a lot better from the head of the table than across the glass wall of my office. I’m obviously talking about the man clad in a crisp, deep burgundy suit, not the beautiful city skyscape behind him.. and if I’m being honest, the bulging biceps.. the thick columns for legs.. the round, firm ass is much more breathtaking. I’m mindlessly tapping at the keys on my iPad’s screen, taking half-assed notes as I’m not actually focusing. I grab at handfuls of words. They may not even be legible either. At some point the pain I’m inflicting on my bottom lip caught between my teeth hits me. Jeezus. Get a grip, I scold myself. I must’ve been star gazing longer than I thought, because everyone is packing up their portfolio folders and devices, leaving just Joe and I in the glass encased office. I don’t bother moving from my seat. What my eyes set sight on is far too good to give up just yet, and no one would suspect a thing. I am afterall his personal assistant. I am almost always where he is. No matter how far across the room, no matter how many flights away he is, I can feel the pull deep, deep down in my belly. I can feel it now. My thighs press tighter together in my bodycon skirt and I take a deep breath.

“You seem to be distracted this morning. Care to share what’s got your mind so preoccupied?” Joe is all smug faced and crooked smiles, leaning his back against the window. He rakes a couple loose inky strands back to perfect his bun, then crosses his arms. “I’ll wait…” “We never got to finish our conversation from the other morning.. how you know more than I think you know.” I lie, but it catches him off foot.

I have one up on him, if anyone is keeping score. His eyes grow wider, darker almost. As if I’m indulging in his game just how he’d like. The best part of it is that neither of us is playing for keeps. Just for brownie points. I know if I play my hand just right, I’ll get exactly what I want. Might it be a bad idea being that he’s my boss? More than likely, yes. But I want it. Bad. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want it just as bad. If not more. He unfolds his arms and strides over to my side, every step meticulously measured to give me a view of his long thick legs. The delicious mix of his cologne and natural scent that is even better than the cologne washes over me. I take in a deep, slow breath.

“May I?” He asks, his voice low and husky as he reaches for my iPad, keeping his eyes set on mine like a wolf setting it’s eyes on its prey. Part of me wishes he’d just splay my back on the table and devour me like I was. Just get it over with. I lick my lips. “You are the boss.” “As long as you understand that.” He places the iPad on my lap, simultaneously swiveling my chair to face the window he was leaning against. Then grabs the empty chair adjacent to me, setting it directly in front of me and takes a seat. “As I said, I know more than you think I do. May I speak freely?” “Do you have to ask, boss?” I purposely let the last word roll off my lips, watching as his lips twitch softly. I almost shudder at the feel his fingertips at my ankle, slowly making their way up my calf. “So much tension built up between these smooth calves from trying to contain your excitement. Just how wet are you right now?” My breath catches when his fingers slip past the hem of my skirt. “Perhaps wet enough to soak your panties? Wet enough to wet the seat?” The smile that breaks across his pouty lips kicks me into high gear. He doesn’t know who he’s playing this game with. “If you know so much, you’d know I don’t wear panties. Thongs or nothing at all.” I uncross my legs to grant him the access his hands are seeking. “Care to find out which I opted for today?” Joe licks his lips, hungrily. “Keep your hands on the iPad. Understood?” “Understood, boss.”

The smooth palms of his hands slide my thighs apart. He keeps his cool the entire way through. I realize he set us up perfectly so no one on the other side of the glass panel can see me, or what he’s doing to me under the table, and if anyone did, they’d see us hovering over the iPad. Then his fingers find the thin material of my thong.

“I love lace. I wonder what you look like covered in it from head to toe, with me buried deep inside you.” Right then he pushes my thong to the side, finding my slick pussy ready and waiting. “The answer is better than I expected.. wet enough to soak my beard. Dripping wet for me to lick up and drink. Gushing, just for me, for to me drown in. How do you like the sound of that?” And two long, thick fingers slip past my lips and into me slowly. I’m so wet, we can hear his motions fill the silent room. “I definitely like the sound of that.”

My head drops back against the seat, my feet planted firmly on the ground to mantain control of the scream threatening to leave my mouth.

“Relax,” He says low, through almost gritted teeth. “I want us both to enjoy this.” 

And his fingers really get to work, sliding in and out of me at the perfect pace to build the orgasm that’s been rumbling, growing day by day, waiting for a moment just like this. The grip I have on the stupid iPad is threatening my resolve because I want to just throw it across the room and pounce on him. And I know he wouldn’t disappoint. The bulge in his pants is thick and strained underneath the fabric. I swear I see it twitch. My mouth waters at the thought of his length between my lips and licking all over him. But I have to remember where we are, and exactly what we’re doing. We never take our eyes off each other. Joe continues to pump his long fingers into me, adding his thumb into the mix to stroke my clit softly. I have to really bite down on my lip to contain myself now because I want to cry out at the feel of how skilled he is, I have to. I come, crashing down, writhing against his hand and riding out the waves and euphoria that take over my body.

“Breathe,” He reminds me. I do as told, rewarded with a, “good girl.” He waits until I’m completely done panting and vibrating in my seat to slyly slide his fingers out of me. “Would you look at that…” Joe’s eyes twinkle with childlike delight, marveling at the evidence of my arousal and orgasm dripping down to his wrist. Before I can think of something slick to say, he raises his hand to his lips and sucks the juices off his fingers, licking his lips clean, keeping his eyes on mine the entire time. “Just as sweet, if not sweeter than I imagined.

Hearing the clicks of heels approaching somewhere to my right, I cross my legs again. Both to regain my composure and to set the tone of business for the oncoming set of eyes. The heel clicks stop and a soft knock at the door is answered by a nod from Joe.

“Mr. Anoa’i, Ms. Williams, your 3 o’clock meeting has just arrived to the lobby. Should I bring them here?” Without taking his eyes off me, Joe pretends to look at his watch. “Where did the time go? Please show them in.” The heels click away once more and my body is buzzing for more. “Guess happy hour came an hour early for me. Next time, drinks on you, Ms. Williams?” “Yes, boss.” I stand, straighten my skirt and turn on my heel on the wink of an eye, biting my lip. “On me... or down the hatchet. Until next time.” He sits back, all smiles, adjusting his blazer to cover his straining member. “Until next time.”

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Unfinished Business.

The usual morning meeting isn’t of any importance to me today. Besides, I heard every bit of it last night when Joe and I ran over the points of said meeting last night. Being his assistant has its perks, I’ll admit. Such as, not having to sit and listen to the mindless drool of the rest of the office and their usual dribble on what they think would make the company better.. their shitty ideas. 

God, these people are boring! From my office, I can see through the double panel glass into the boardroom that overlooks the city skyline behind Joe. I have every word of the points he reviews memorized so well that I can read his lips, from over 10 feet away and know exactly what he is saying and when, when he takes a pause for purpose, and when he throws in a “just kidding” to the slump faced lumps sitting around the oval desk. He takes one glimpse at me that screams save me, but to anyone else it would look like tough crowd. But I know him better. Best. I can’t help but giggle.

He catches me midway, and i can tell it throws him off. He “coughs” into his hand to hide the smirk and gain some control over himself. I know I have an effect on him, but how deep that runs, I have yet to figure out.  I think about our run through of the meeting, how I joked about the only way I would attend is if I can tell everyone they should start looking for another job sooner rather than later, even knowing it wasn’t so much of a joke, Joe laughed deeply. Through the receiver, I could feel the bass in his throat and how deep the laugh ran through him… Watching him, in semi-control in his best made suit that clings to him the way I would love to now… all I can imagine is what his throaty groans and moans would sound like spilling into my ear just as his laugh did… how they would feel against my neck, as his warm lips found their place on my sensitized skin… how his hot, wide tongue would feel as he licked at my throat, up my chin, diving into my mouth as he–

A long, drawn out, “Hello,” snaps me out of my daydream. I look up to find Joe sitting in the seat directly across my desk, and I have to force myself to clear my now dry throat to speak. “Penny for your thoughts?” It’s hard to not see Joe, from a mile away, through bushes, in the dark. How I didn’t notice his large frame glide into my office and take up space in what is usually a pretty large space escapes me, but the pressure between my thighs from how hard they are pressed together reminds me I’m practically salivating at the thought of him. “Get real. Even you don’t make enough money to know my deepest darkest secrets.” I flash him a small grin and throw the notepad and pen that were settled, or not so very settled, on my lap onto the desk. “Believe me, I know more than you think I do.” “How sway?” I challenge him. He knows me well, but I know him better. Like I said, best. He leans forward, placing his elbows on his knees, his fingers bridging the gap between his legs. Effectively covering what I imagine is a hard on. For what other reason do you hide your bulge, not flaunt it? Licking his lips, he takes a pause at the sound of heels clicking against marble. Both our heads turn towards the doorway to one of our kiss-ass interns knocking on the glass of my door.

“Mr. Anoa’i, there’s a man in the lobby who is pressed on speaking with you. He says it’s an emergency. His name is–” “Same shit, different day. Pardon my French. I’ll be right there.” Joe looks back at me as he rises from the tufted seat, which now looks tiny with him showcased in front of it, winking so subtly I think for a second that I must’ve imagined it. But, I know I didn’t. “We will continue this conversation later. Business calls.” He licks his lips once more before he spins on his heel, casually unbuttoning his blazer and shrugging his large hands into his pockets. Only now do I realize my thighs remained pressed tight together, because of the cry of relief my muscles scream from loosening.. and now barely catching my breath watching him stride into his office through the boardroom.

[imagineromanreigns]

I Don’t Belong To You

Stepping onto the curb, I raise my arm to hail a cab. Coming out tonight might’ve been the worst idea I’ve had all week, on top of wearing these shoes. I look down at the pumps that give me an extra three inches in height and add a small lift to my behind. My heels are throbbing and I’ll be lucky if I can get home before the throbbing evolves into bleeding. A pair of black, leather shoes stop directly across from mine. I follow up the long, strong legs attached to them, up the firm torso, up the broad chest, up to a very familiar, handsome face. I smirk. I knew the minute I saw him in the lounge that he spotted me. I also knew that the second I grabbed my coat and ran towards the exit that he would follow me out. Let’s call it a territorial thing.

“I’m assuming this means you’re ready for me?” “That question sounds like it has two different meanings, Joe. What did I tell you about word play?” “That you love it.” He tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, and then quickly licks at the bite. “Don’t you wish.” “Let me take you home.” A bright green cab pulls up to the curb. Like magic. “I’m taking myself home.” I pull open the door and settle onto the leather seat. After I shoot my address to the driver, the door opposite to me flies open and Joe’s body is filling the previously vacant end of the car. “Joe, what are you doing?” I ask, my heart kicking up a few notches. “I’m coming home with you.” “That’s a bad idea and you know it.” I cock my head as the cab flies forward and streetlights light up his deep-set brown eyes. He’s flawless. Literally. His bun is perfect. His smile is perfect. His skin is perfect. He is perfect. And there lies our problem. I’m not perfect. “Why do you keep pushing me away?” “I’m not pushing you away. I told you what this would be from the very beginning, Joe. We don’t want the same things. So we keep everything on the down low. I was real, and honest, because I care about how you feel.” He reaches my hand, grazing my knuckles soft enough to make me want more but make me drag my hand back to my body. Even though I don’t want to. “I promise I can make you change your mind.” His smile widens once the words leave his mouth. He can convince me to do a lot of things. “Is screwing me into submission the plan?” “Do you have anything other than defensive jabs when it comes to me?” “Not really,” I say shaking my head. “No.”

A few silent minutes pass before the cab comes to a stop. I drop a twenty in the driver’s hand and hop out, running to my front door in record time. Not that it matters, because Joe is on my heels before I can even put the key in the damn lock. I don’t bother fighting him. I swing the door open and let him close it behind him. Not wanting him to make himself comfortable, I lean the small of my back against the table beside the door, crossing my legs and wait for him to speak. I don’t turn on any other lights, I don’t offer him water, nothing. Joe watches me for a second, and then mirrors my position with his back against the door.

“For how long have we been going through this, Kai?” “I ask myself that question every time you ask me that question, Joe.” “Have you slept with anyone else in the past year?” My head falls back on a laugh. “Why even ask me that? You make damn sure that no one else has the chance.” A truly mischievous smile graces his perfect lips. His arms cross over his chest in pride. “I like to protect what is mine.” I mirror his arms in what I feel is a small defense mechanism. “I don’t belong to you.” “You could, though.” “We are not having this conversation for the thousandth time, Joe. My mind hasn’t changed since day one. My mind isn’t ever going to change.”

I refuse to play these games anymore. I push away from the table to leave Joe by his lonesome. He can let himself out. Only, he doesn’t. Before I can even take two full steps forward, my heels are screeching in protest as I’m pushed back by Joe’s hips, pinning my behind to the table. His hands lock on either side of my face, tangling my hair in his fingers, and his lips crash against mine so hard I see stars. Every ounce of fight in me diminishes in an instant. I let my head fall back a fraction to deepen the kiss. I take everything he gives me. Every lick. Every bite. Every groan. Just like that, his hands leave my face and begin tugging my jacket off. My hands remember their functions and I’m pulling off his belt, and tugging his shirt out of his slacks in a rush. Joe pulls my dress over my hips, then props me on the little table, all the while keeping his lips on mine. My breathing is erratic, just like my heart, and so is Joe’s. Those are the only sounds filling my ears. Me and Joe. Like always. My fingers continue their search, opening his pants and freeing his perfect erection. Not a sliver of skin on this man is imperfect. He pushes the thin material of my thong aside with one hand, and guides himself into me with the other. A long, drawn out, moan crawls out of my throat as I brace my hands on his hips. I dig my nails into his flesh a tiny bit, causing him to ram into me a little harder. Each pump pushes me back, my back eventually hitting the mirror hung up on the wall. Joe adjusts his stance, spreading my legs further, going deeper, drilling me into the mirror. He feels so good, nothing but moans leave me. No words, straight pleasure. Right as the tightening between my thighs begins, Joe pulls me onto him and off the table. My feet hit the floor and Joe pulls out of me. Seriously? I’m spun around. His big hand lands on my ass with a loud clap that booms around the dead silent apartment, and he enters me again, slamming into me. My head falls forward, and my hands fly to the edge of the table to balance myself.

“What was it that you were saying earlier, Kai?” Joe whispers, gruff and strained. He wraps my hair around his fist, and tugs until I’m looking at us in the mirror. “You don't what…?”

Sweat slicked foreheads. Glazed over eyes. Swollen, red parted lips. Flushed cheeks. Joe pumping himself into me with everything in him. My breasts bouncing against the fabric of my dress. That’s what I see. Along with my resolve slipping away. He tugs my hair again, exposing my neck completely. His lips meet my sensitive skin, and he licks and bites at me. I think I shudder at the bite in the best way ever. I cry out. My knees go weak beneath me and I go blind with the orgasm that shatters everything I’m trying so hard to believe. Like every other time, I’m spun around again and Joe makes sure he’s looking deep in my eyes when he enters me for the final time, spilling into me. It’s beyond erotic, and carnal, and I love every second of it. Utterly loose-limbed and spent, I let my head fall to Joe’s chest. His fingers quickly curl under my chin, raising my head, and his lips find mine. He’s soft and gentle and sweet, a lot less the aggressor from a few moments ago. I don’t know if it’s the post-coital bliss running through my veins, or the look on his gorgeous face, but a thought strikes me. I always end up in this position with him. Giving in and finding something in him that makes me believe…

“Maybe I do belong to you…” I whisper. “Just a little bit.” “You do. I know it in my heart. I’m just waiting for you to catch up.”

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Tricks or Treats

I put all those detective costumes to shame, I must admit. I look damn good. My heels click on the pavement with every step towards Joe’s house. Anyone that takes a glance at me right now may think I’m just stopping by for dinner. Black jacket down to my knees. Red bottom pumps. My hair falls in soft waves around me. No one can see the handcuffs on my left wrist. No one can see what’s in store for tonight. And I smell sweet. Just like Joe likes me. I ascend the steps to the porch, cross and I ring the doorbell. I give my hair one last comb over with my fingers and assume my position.

“I’m sorry. I’m not giving out–” His voice falters as he registers that I’m standing on his doorstep. “No?” I ask, my voice soft, mocking disappointment. “Then maybe I should go.” I spin on my heel right as Joe reaches out and grabs my wrist, pulling me back. “Don’t.” “Then I won’t.” “Not to sound rude or anything, but what are you doing here? I thought you had plans.” “I do. With you.” I shake free from his grip, slowly moving my hands up to the first button on my jacket. This is when he spots the cuffs. His eyes grow wild just like I like them. “Tricks or treats?” Another button down. He licks his lips. “Can we do this inside? Preferably where my neighbors won’t see.” Not that he’s looking around for his neighbors. His eyes are glued to my hands down to the fourth button. “We will. As soon as you answer my question.” I tilt my head and run my tongue between my lips, keeping my lipstick one hundred percent intact. “Tricks or treats?” “Tricks,” he blurts out. He’s impatient and I can’t blame him. I reach into my pocket, pull the little bag out and place it in his palm. He struggles to take his eyes off me, but he eventually does. He unties the little red satin bag and flips it over until two black cubes hit his palm. A thick brow rises.

“Dice?” “Tricks,” I whisper. “Holy…” He squints at the dice in his hand. “These are erotic–” “Tricks,” I reiterate. Realization registers all over his gorgeous face. Now he’s aware of the game. “Are there more tricks?” “This jacket has loads and loads of pockets filled with tricks.” I bite my lip. “I like that.” “Yeah?” “I do.” “Tricks or treats?” I stress the last word. He has no idea what’s coming. And I like that. There’s never a dull moment between us. “Treats.” “Thought you’d never get there.” I spread my jacket open, revealing what I’m wearing underneath. Which is nothing, but chocolate. My bra, my thong, my garter, is all made of chocolate. “Is all that–” “Yes.” “Even…” Joe’s eyes travel down my body until they’re right between my thighs. “Even that.” I pull my jacket open just a smidgen more, and spread my legs a little so they look long. “So… you gonna invite me in, or what?”

Joe waits for nothing. He wraps an arm around my waist and tugs me past the threshold. Before I know it, I’m slung over his shoulder and the only thing I see is his perfectly sculpted behind in his favorite jeans hauling ass up the steps to his room. I’m thrown onto the bed, my hair now wild and messy but everything chocolate still perfectly placed. He practically rips off his shirt, throwing it over his shoulder as he crawls over the foot of the bed. His warm chest flush against me starts to break down my wall of control.

I’m breathless when I ask, “Where are we starting?” I hold out my sole cuffed wrist. Joe leans over and bites my lip, leaving a soft sting behind. He kisses down my jaw, my neck, my chest, my torso, spreading my thighs with ease. I shamelessly allow him. “Definitely treats.”

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Easy

"You can do it, baby. Just jump!" "That's really easy to say when you’re 6'3. That's over a foot above me." I look over my shoulder and up at him to emphasize my point. "You want to be a high-flyer. This is going to help you." "How is this going to help me?"

We both look up at the Velcro wall. Me in nervous curiosity. Him in amusement. We've been on the road together since California and have grown closer and closer, enough for him to call me baby. And while I'm incredibly smitten by him, this cannot possibly help me become a high-flyer. He's been bringing me to this small gymnastics place for the past two days we've been back in Pensacola. I've been stretched beyond my limits, jumped higher than would ever be possible in the ring, and have been taught more flips than I can count. The one thing I don't want to do? Throw myself on the Velcro wall. Heights are my problem. For whatever crazy reason, Leati thinks this wall is the solution.

"Can't you just trust me?" "I am going to be stuck to that thing with no way to get back down. So… I’d like to say no." He shuffles closer to me, bouncing both of us softly on the surface of the trampoline floor. His big, warm hands cup my cheeks and I immediately lean into his touch. "I will bring you back down. I promise." The Velcro jumper zipped to his body doesn't even cover his entire body. My Samoan Tarzan is fairly large, and so about twelve inches of both his arms and legs are out in the open air. My gear on the other hand is rolled up several times. I wrinkle my nose up in an attempt to look cute, hoping he’ll drop this entirely. The crinkles at the sides of his eyes tell me he’s not buying it. At all. “I’m going to let you in on a little secret. And I’ll deny it if anybody ever asks. I’ll also hunt you down because I’ve never told this to anyone.” I lock my hands around his wrists, looking him straight in the eye. “My interest has been piqued. Tell me.” “Only if you promise that you’ll do the Velcro wall.” “Leati! That’s bribery. That isn’t playing fair.” “I like to play dirty.” He shrugs. “You’ll learn that soon enough, baby. Back to the subject at hand. Do you promise?” Without a thought, I’m holding my pinky up between us to meet his. 

Oh, how I would love to play dirty with him. We’ve been taking it pretty easy because we’ve laid down several ground rules. No sharing hotel rooms. No sleeping in each other's hotel rooms. Since we don't leave the venues until late, late at night, we don't make it a habit to stay in each other's rooms until the sunrise. Not that any of those rules really help anything. We still do just about everything else together. Rules certainly don't help my bottomless pit of hunger for him. I still want to jump his bones in every possible position, on every possible surface, in any possible location. I am ravenous for the man. Anyone can tell. So can the visible bulge through his Velcro outfit. Leati's long pinky links with mine, then his thumb. We move our heads so we're at eye-level and kiss the back of our thumbs. The perfect pinky promise.

He inhales deeply, and exhales even harsher. "The reason I'm so adamant about this working," he says glancing up at the wall, "is because it helped me. While I didn't really want the title of being a high flyer, I still wanted really great suicide dives in my arsenal, but I had to conquer a little fear of mine..." Our pinkies are still locked, so when I raise my hand to the wall his hand flies with mine. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" His eyes grow wide, but he doesn't say anything. Not a single peep. He simply nods and looks down at our locked pinkes. If I didn't know any better, I would say he's a tiny bit embarrassed to share this with me. And just like that I can feel myself falling a little deeper for him. I'm so used to him taking control and being so strong that in my head, he's invincible. He has a fear of heights and somehow that makes him even more special to me. More human. More real. I wrap my arms around him and stick my Velcro clad body flush against his. I look up and place my chin directly to the middle of his chest. "I never would've thunk it. Especially not with you bringing me here. Thank you for sharing that with me." A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. He wraps his arms around my waist, almost squeezing the life right out of me. I won't complain. I love his hugs. "Oddly enough... It isn't that big of a deal to me. Sharing this with you, not just my fear but this place, more experiences with you, it comes easy." A grin that matches his grows on my face. "Despite the wall you're about to force me to jump onto, I agree. It is easy." "It's only ten feet tall, baby." "Only!" My eyes almost pop out of my head. "Babe, that's really freaking high!" "You sure you want to be Divas champion? It sure doesn't sound like you do." "That is cruel." I jab my finger to his chest and peel him off of me. He bounces from foot to foot, laughing at me like the big jerk that he is. "It's no big deal," I whisper to myself. "It's only ten feet. That's two of you. It’s easy." Before I can officially talk myself into it, Leati's arm wraps around my torso and we're flying into the air. My breath catches in my throat. We don't hit the wall, my feet hit the trampoline and we're sent flying again. And again. And again. Until we hit the perfect height I know he's looking for. "Bend your knees and hold your arms out on this last jump up," he directs as my feet hit the trampoline again. I do as I'm told, bending my knees and opening my arms and we're really sent flying forward.

My entire front slaps hard against the wall, and Leati is effectively pressed against me. Why he thought it would be a good idea to jump with me is a mystery. I'm not even sure how much of his suit is even touching the wall. I take a quick glance down to examine him only to see how far up we actually jumped. I'm going to mark my forehead on the ninth foot because if I reach up, I'd be able to prop myself up on the ledge. But we're not going to do that. Because we're nine feet up in the air at a standstill.

"Breathe easy, baby," Leati whispers in my ear. The breath I didn't notice I was holding rushes out of me. "I'm breathing," I croak. Well that's unconvincing. "Want to know what I noticed?" "Mhmm." "Today was the first time you called me, babe." Holy shit. I tilt my head back slightly. He's sporting the world's most adorable smile. "I didn't realize I did that. It just slipped out." "It comes easy?" Grinning from ear to ear, I nod. "It comes easy, babe." "Good. Then so will forgiving me. Don't forget to bend your knees." "Huh?" Is all that has a chance to slip past my lips before our bodies begin their descend. Leati is still holding my for dear life, and my arms are flailing in the air. The moment my feet connect with the trampoline, they're off again, bouncing to an eventually lower height. He throws himself back, bumping the trampoline to a stop. All this time I didn't realize my eyes were closed. So much for helping my fear. "Don't you ever do that again. I will kill you." "Are you over your fear?" He chuckles. He. Chuckles! I peel myself off him, spinning around to straddle his hips. I smack his chest, which he probably doesn't even feel because of his suit. So I flick his forehead. "Not in the slightest you big jerk! How could you do that to me? I think my heart is still up at the very top of that wall! And–"

I'm stopped short by Leati's large hand pulling me by the neck to him, his lips absolutely bruising mine. And when he pulls away I am breathless, speechless really. He broke our number one rule. To keep people from prying, poking around, and starting rumors, we agreed to no PDA. Ever. An incredibly juicy kiss at this famous gymnastics studio definitely throws that rule out the window. Leati's cheeks are glowing bright pink. He notices me noticing, and throws his arms up to cover his face. He's embarrassed and that has to be the most adorable thing I've ever seen. I pry his hands away from his face until they're flat against his chest. I swear I can feel his heart beating.

"Don't hide your blush from me." "I'm sorry." He pouts. "I'm sorry for my psycho babble." A long, long few silent seconds pass. I clear my throat to ease into the subject of the elephant in the room. "So... about that kiss..." I clear my throat again. "The whole no PDA thing. Yet you did the opposite of that..." "There was a reason for that... When we met I knew that you were going to be special to me. From that moment after I knew that I was going to make you mine. No matter what it took. So I gave it time. I let things grow naturally for you, even though I already knew. I was letting you catch up. And the no PDA thing was a way of me keeping you to myself. Protecting you. I didn't want the internet crazies to start dragging you, so I wanted to keep it simple. They talked shit anyway and you let it roll right off your back. You don't let it affect you. You—" I put a finger to his lips. "My psycho babbling rubbing off on you?" He chuckles, kissing my finger softly. "Point is... Screw the rules. Rules are meant to be broken." "That is such a cliché thing to say." "I probably heard that line in one of the many cliché movies you've forced me to watch." "Think of it as a minuscule exchange for the amount of hours I am forced to sit through football. Especially now that it's fall." Leati reaches behind me, settling his hands at the small of my back, kind of, pulling me until I'm flush against him. He kisses me deeply, pulling me even deeper under his spell. "The rules are moot. That was a big fear of mine... breaking the rules. I did that for you." Ugh. I roll my eyes. "Fine," I sigh, narrowing my eyes. "I will try the stupid wall again. I know that's what you were getting at."

Leati rises to his feet with me still clinging to him. He rains kisses all over my face, eventually releasing me to do what I'm supposed to be doing... leaping to my demise. Instead, I release his hand. He conquered a fear for me. It may have not been as big a deal for other people, but I know Leati. He's big on sticking to the plan. And so I can do this...for my career. For him. I slowly begin bouncing on the trampoline until I gain good height, and then take a leap of faith.