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"It was great seeing you Lucas," Amelia says, her voice practically purring the words, as she places a hand on my chest.
I inwardly groan. Now comes the hard part.
Turning to face her outside the restaurant, I take her hand from my arm and give it a squeeze. I now realize that calling her out of the blue this evening had been a mistake but I had been walking around with a frustrating hardon all day. By the time I left my office to head home, I decided a good romp between the sheets with someone would help.
If I thought it was hard to be around Emma before I had even had the chance to touch her, it was worse now. After that night with her, every time I saw her, I would envision how she looked, naked, her legs wide open waiting – begging - for me.
Today, Emma had worn a white blouse that had shown the outline of her bra when it pulled tight and all I could think of was those bountiful breasts as they bobbed up and down from my thrusts.
Breasts that I never got to touch - to savor - because Emma had cut the night short.
Way too short.
Since that night, I have relived what it was like to feel Emma wrapped around me, oh so tight, as I was finally able to slake my lust for her inside of her body instead of using my hand once again. Having to revert back to using my hand since that night has not helped now that I have those vivid and real memories. I had mistakenly convinced myself that all that I needed was a sexual release and Amelia’s blond beauty had immediately come to mind.
Amelia and I had an easy relationship, one that has been mutually beneficial on both sides over the past five or six years off and on. Although neither one of us had wanted anything more than an occasional hook up, we had somehow become friends as well as lovers so I hadn’t hesitated in making the call, knowing she knew exactly what I wanted when I asked her to dinner.
And I had tried throughout the course of dinner to forget about Emma, to focus on Amelia but Emma...
She had always lingered in my mind, my body - my heart.
Constantly yearning to be only with her.
Looking up to see Emma seated at a table across the room with a stricken look on her face, had killed all desire to be with Amelia.
"Amelia, I'm sorry," I begin, as I allow my eyes to run over my now former lover’s face.
"Who is she?" Amelia cuts straight to the point.
Sighing, knowing there is no use in denying it, I respond, "She's my GM at the restaurant and inn."
"Ahhh," she replies with a knowing smirk on her face. "I was wondering why you haven't taken me to your restaurant."
Nodding, I admit honestly, "Yeah."
I watch Amelia’s face probe mine as she says quietly, “Lucas, we have been friends as well as lovers. While our relationship has always been mutually beneficial, and I thoroughly enjoyed it, I never expected you to use me to try to make someone jealous.”
Wincing, I try my best to explain these roiling emotions, "It’s not like that, Amelia. I didn’t bring you here tonight to make her jealous.”
“So, just why are we here?” Amelia asks, her tone becoming irritable, her arms crossing over her chest as I begin to see her impatience begin to settle in.
“Emma and I had an...encounter,” I find myself struggling trying to name the night that had haunted me. “And I can’t stop thinking about her. I was hoping your company would help me to forget, to move on because she has made it clear she is hands off. I didn’t know she was going to be here tonight.”
Amelia waits impatiently, knowing there is more.
Sighing, I admit, “She also has a boyfriend, and what we did, completely crossed the line and I’m struggling with the fact that I know no one deserves to have that happen to them. I know deep down Emma isn’t the type to cheat but...”
Amelia lets out a big sigh, her arms coming uncrossed as she pauses a moment before saying, "You’re both fools, Lucas.”
Surprised, I look at Amelia. I hadn’t expected that response. I had expected for her to be upset, to rail in anger at me in using her in trying to forget someone else.
“I saw her face. She wasn’t happy that we were together, boyfriend or no boyfriend. Whatever you’re feeling, she is feeling too. You’re a fool if you don’t pursue her. If she feels half as strong about you as what you feel about her, this boyfriend is just an obstacle, a mere blimp on the bumpy road to being with her."
Shaking my head, I respond, "I’ve tried talking to her but she keeps this wall up. Since the night we..." I trail off, suddenly awkward talking about my one night with Emma.
"So, you did sleep with her?" Amelia asks in her direct way, not shocked at all.
"Not really slept..." I hinge.
Amelia's short bark of laughter is sudden, surprising me.
"Lucas, Lucas. What were you thinking was going to happen tonight? That you would forget about her? I know you. For the first time, you have fallen for someone. I always knew that when it happened, you would fall hard. Everything you do, you put your heart and soul into. Falling for someone would be the same. Go, speak to her, because that look on her face was not the look of someone who wasn't feeling something in return," Amelia says.
Leaning down, I lightly kiss her cheek as I reply truthfully, "Turns out calling you was the right thing after all."
She chuckles and lightly swats my chest as I straighten, saying, "Oh...I'm going to miss your random calls."
Grasping her hands, I lightly kiss both, before releasing them. Turning from her, I hail a taxi and escort Amelia to it with a brief thankful kiss to her cheek again before I walk to my car. Amelia's words of encouragement keep reverberating around in my head.
The next morning at work, I wait patiently by the host stand, with a coffee in hand for Emma. I know that to accomplish my goal to be with her, to get her to see that there is something deep between us, deeper than just a physical one-night stand, I need to be patient. I watch as she finally appears, swinging the main door to the restaurant open before stepping through and I'm immediately breathless. Dressed in a short summer dress that shows off those long legs of hers causes my cock twitches to attention. Forcefully, I pull my attention away from the legs that had once wrapped tightly around my waist to pull me closer to her, as she silently begged me with her body, her eyes, to fill her more deeply.
Her gaze avoids mine until I murmur in welcome, "Good morning. I made your coffee the way you like."
Finally, she lifts her eyes to meet mine and I see confusion. Instead of responding to her confusion, I smile widely at her.
She has no idea that I have made up my mind to have her.
That this time, nothing will stop me.
"I want to review the food and labor cost reports you left on my desk yesterday," I continue, as I gesture for her to head up the stairs before me.
She looks startled.
"I have a meeting this morning with Charlie," she replies, clearly off balance.
Taking out my phone, I send Charlie a quick text, as I say in a pleasant tone, “I’ll just let Charlie know that you will be a few minutes late.” Slipping my phone back into my pocket, I look over Emma’s face, silently telling her that she isn’t getting away from me.
Not again.
Unable to come up with an excuse to avoid meeting with me, Emma heads up the stairs ahead of me. I follow, drinking in the sight of her ass in front of me.
Someday soon... - I promise myself silently.
Along the way to Emma’s office, I tell her I’ll be with her momentarily as I quickly retrieve the reports from my desk, before I rejoin her.
As the door to her office clicks softly closed behind me, I watch as her eyes widen. We’ve made a point of never being alone, in close - and closed - quarters since that night. We both knew that spark between us would ignite so we both silently agreed to keep the doors open at all times.
But not this time.
Walking over to where she is sitting behind her desk, I lay the reports in front of her. Placing one hand on the back of her chair with the other braced on the desk, effectively encircling her without touching her, gives me the perfect view of her cleavage.
I suddenly envision grasping both globes, placing my cock between them as I thrust myself into ecstasy.
I force myself to move my gaze away from her swelling breasts before I explode like a school boy in my pants and concentrate on the report. We review the numbers for a few minutes, the air heavy and thick – alive – between us as I maintain our physical closeness so that she has no other choice but to remain aware of me. I hear her shallow breathing and I firmly keep my eyes away from her cleavage, knowing that those beautiful breasts would be trembling from her jagged breaths. She reaches out to take a sip of the coffee I poured her and I see that her hand is shaking.
Leaning close to her ear, I admit in a whisper, "I didn't fuck her. There hasn't been anyone since you."
She shoots straight to her feet, forcing me to step back quickly.
"Emma..." I say quietly, intently.
"Lucas..." she says my name, her voice trying to be stern.
It's the first time she has said my name in front of me since that night. My cock twitches again, pulses.
Unable to stop myself, I take a step towards her but she avoids me and scoots around the opposite side of the desk.
"We agreed to a working relationship," she says breathlessly, off balance.
"Yes, we did. But what I saw on your face when you saw me with Amelia last night,” I pause before I add on softly, “I know I’m not the only one that cares."
She flushes. I love when I make her flush.
"I don't care if you’re still seeing the cop because I know what you feel for him is not as deep as what you feel for me," I state quietly, firm and confident in my statement.
Her eyes glance away from me.
"Don't try to deny it," I coax softly.
"I have to get to my meeting with Charlie," she says. She doesn't look back as she walks out of her office. I let her go...for now. I have done what I set out to do.
The next morning, I greet her the same way but this time as I hand her the coffee, I tell her how beautiful she looks. I can see it startles her, making her uncomfortable as she glances around. She will have to get used to it. I plan on telling her every day.
And someday it will be when she first opens her eyes in the morning - in my bed.
That evening, the LCBO board members arrive for the dinner party that I’m hosting. As part of my marketing plan, I plan on wining and dining them so I remain top of mind with them. I realized long ago that spending time with people, getting to know them over great food and wine is the best way to establish a business relationship because it becomes more than a business relationship. It becomes a friendship.
A few minutes after the set reception time for cocktails, I glance at my watch, nervous that Emma won't show up. But twenty-two excruciating minutes later, the door swings open and she finally walks through. Dressed in a long, silky deep blue dress that clings to every curve, my body is drawn to hers by an invisible string, as I walk to her as if in a trance. Her gaze follows my every step towards her and I can see in her eyes that she is just as much in appreciation of me.
Reaching her side, I hold her eyes as I say softly, "You’re the woman of my dreams."
She flushes but she doesn't pull away as I take her arm to lead her to our table where I introduce her. All the men are immediately enamored with her, some of them inviting her to sit next to them. She foils my plan to have her sit next to me as she accepts the invitation of Brian, the youngest of the group who is about thirty. I oddly don't feel jealousy as I watch them throughout the night, her laughter ringing out, enchanting everyone including me and the other ladies at the table, with her ideas and her beauty.
She’ll be mine again soon.
I know she feels it too.
She can flirt, completely beguile Brian as much as she wants because I know it’s me she wants deep down inside.
"Ladies...gentlemen..." I say as I stand once the dessert dishes have been cleared, suggesting, "How about a night cap in the vineyard?"
Everyone is in delighted agreement and I lead the group out into the vineyard where I had previously arranged for solar powered lanterns and blankets to be laid out in a row along the vines. Some opt to sit to relax and take advantage of the clear night sky to look up at the stars while others remain standing to mingle, discussing the varieties of grapes that my vineyard produces. Emma is the perfect hostess as she mingles easily with everyone, quietly orchestrating the staff as to who will be having refills.
Slowly, the group disperses over the next hour and head back to their assigned rooms. I decide to walk the oldest board member, Ethel, who uses a cane at the ripe age of eighty-one but refuses to retire from the board, back to her room, concerned she may trip in the darkness.
Ethel pats my cheek endearingly as I swing her door open, sighing wistfully, “If only I was younger...”
Chuckling, used to Ethel’s cheekiness, I give her a quick kiss on her cheek.
As I pull back from her, she says wisely, “That girl, Emma...she is as besotted of you as you are of her.”
Grinning at the cunning capability of this elderly woman to see through people to their core, I confess, “I hope you are right, Ethel.”
Patting my cheek again, she says confidently, “My dear boy. She doesn’t stand a chance against you and that charm.”
Chuckling my way back to the restaurant, I arrive to see that everyone has left and Melissa is just cluing up. Deciding to lock up myself tonight, I send her quickly on her way. After I walk around checking to make sure all kitchen equipment has been turned off before turning off the lights, I walk to the alarm panel at the employee entrance.
My eyes catch on something moving in the vineyard.
My heart skips, then seems to beat in triple time, as I realize it's Emma. She hasn't left and is now sitting on the blanket, looking up at the stars.
Without hesitating in seizing this unplanned moment, I quickly grab a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Softly sliding the patio door closed behind me that leads from the restaurant to the vineyard, I inhale deeply, strangely nervous. I’m careful to be quiet as I slowly approach her, my heart thudding in my ears, my stomach doing somersaults at this turn of luck.
I startle her as I sit next to her and she immediately tries to stand but I grasp her hand, saying simply, "Stay."
I see her hesitate but I hold her eyes, trying to let her see that I care for her. She sighs but resettles herself on the blanket. I slowly release her hand to pour us each a glass of red.
"You know, I never did this before you. Now every night, whenever I can, I always make a point to sit and relax in the vines somewhere," I admit to her as I hand her the glass. She takes it, her hand trembling, remaining silent as she lays it on the ground next to her.
Laying my wine glass next to me on the ground as well, I focus my gaze up at the stars for a few moments. Sitting here, next to her, my body is craving hers. To feel the softness of her inner thighs again.
Explore more fully the soft, velvety wetness between her legs.
"It kills me that you are with him," I whisper my confession.
I feel her look at me and I turn my head to meet her gaze.
I see a moment’s indecision cross her face before she admits softly, “I’m not with anyone. Dave was only a couple of dates. I’ve never been with him.”
My heart races. I hold her eyes, willing what she has said to be the truth.
“Why did you let me think otherwise?” I ask, even though I think I know the answer.
“Because I was trying to keep you away,” she admits softly. “I thought it would help.”
Unable to help myself, I reach out my hand to cup her face, rubbing my thumb along her jawline. She tries to pull back but I stop her by sliding my hand back to wrap around the back of her neck, firmly but gently forcing her to hold my eyes. Watching her eyes intently, I lean forward and slowly touch my lips, lightly, to hers.
"Emma," I whisper against her lips, inhaling her breath, allowing it to fill me. She closes her eyes.
Opening my mouth over hers, I feel her lips part slightly and I tentatively – so very slowly - reach out my tongue to touch hers.
It's the most stimulating moment of my life.
Unable to stop, I bring up my other hand to grasp the other side of her face, along her jawline. I deepen the kiss, devouring her with my mouth.
Pushing her gently back against the blanket, my head feels as if it will explode, my heart thundering, my cock begging.
Please don’t make me stop... - I silently pray.
Lying on top of her, I run my hands up her sides, along her outer thighs, all the way up to where her breasts are pressed against my chest, absorbing the feel of her curves that I’ve been so desperately wanting to touch.
"Emma," I whisper again reverently against her lips before I lean slightly away from her to trail one finger down the edge of her neckline, lightly running my finger over the slopes of her breasts.
I continue to move my finger, tracing over the peak of her breast, then continue down her side, noticing that her dress’s zipper is on the side. Grasping it between my thumb and forefinger, I gradually lower it, listening to her rapid breaths. I bring my hand back to slowly push her bodice down. Unclasping her bra in the front, I watch as her breasts pop free. Licking my lips, I am about to take my first taste of them when I feel Emma stiffen.
Looking up at her eyes, I shake my head as I whisper, "No, Emma. No more running." I gently kiss the sides of her mouth, coaxing her to stay.
Placing my hand on her bared breast, I whisper against her mouth, "Let me....please..."
I hear her sigh. Not waiting another second, I trail my lips down her jawline, to her ear where I whisper, "I can't wait to taste them. It’s the one thing that I have regretted about that night."
I feel her hands come up to my hair, her fingers winding through it.
Entangled.
Leaving her ear, I kiss my way down her elegant throat, pausing at the erratic beat of the pulse in her neck. Continuing, I cross over her collarbone, then finally I reach the start of her cleavage. I lightly trail my tongue over her beautiful mound to find her puckered nipple. Closing my mouth, I lightly use my teeth to pull it into my mouth. Gently suckling - first one - before moving on to the other.
"Lucas..." I hear her whisper, her hands tugging on my hair, sending my already speeding heart racing a little more.
Pushing myself up to kneel before her, I push her dress up, not stopping until it is bunched around her waist. I look at her laying sprawled before me, in my vineyard, about to make another fantasy that I had of her, come true.
Tugging on her underwear, I slowly pull them down and off her legs. She lays there, biting her lip, driving me mad. I quickly undo my belt, pushing my pants down, now anxious to be inside of her.
To feel her surrounding me again.
Lowering myself on top of her, I grasp my cock and slowly, while watching her eyes, I slide myself in deep.
She feels hot and tight. I feel a pulse start in my cock and I know I won't last long.
"Emma," I whisper into her ear, as I lower myself onto her fully, gyrating my hips to press myself deeper.
She responds by wrapping her legs around me, tightly. I slowly withdraw before pushing myself back in, so very deep inside of her.
"You are my dream, Emma," I whisper and pull out to slide back in again.
Hot and tight...
Her arms come around me, her hands sliding down to cup each of my ass cheeks, encouraging me.
I lose my grip on my control. Using one hand to cup her ass while placing the other on the top of her head I hold her firmly in place as I jackhammer my hips, over and over into her. I completely lose control, thrusting myself deep inside of her, marking her unlike I have never done with any other woman, making her mine as I feel myself ejaculate, spasming so deeply inside of her. For a brief moment after my heads clears slightly, I feel remorse that I didn't take her with me, until I feel her squeezing around me, causing a second round to spurt from me.
I lose my breath momentarily as I absorb the effects of the most intense orgasm I have ever felt.
I collapse on top of her, my breath hot and heavy in her ear, my heart pounding. It takes a few moments for my head to catch up. Pushing myself up onto my elbows, I look into her eyes. I see caution there, her body stiffening slightly as I allow my cock to slowly slide out of her body. It's as if she is waiting for my next move.
"So beautiful," I whisper before kissing her gently, and I’m rewarded when I feel her relax.
Lifting my head, tearing my lips way from hers, I ask softly, "Will you come home with me?"
She hesitates, causing my heart to stop.
To fear.
She finally nods her head yes. I place a swift kiss on her lips before I kneel between her legs to fix my pants. Standing, I mentally snap a picture of this perfect vision of the woman that I know will be forever mine, looking so beautiful and lush with her breasts glowing in the moonlight, between her legs glistening from where I had left a part of me.
I reach down and clasp her hand to pull her to her feet before helping her to fix her dress. As I finish zipping the final inch of her dress up, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “I will never forget this moment, taking you here in the place that I love.”
I hear her quick inhale of breath just as I straighten away from her. Grinning, knowing I’ve made her flush, I thread my fingers through hers, before bending to scoop up the blankets. Gently, I tug on her hand to prompt her to walk with me back to the restaurant. I drop the blankets in a heap on the floor immediately inside, uncaring of where they land, before locking the sliding patio door. I don't let go of her hand as I set the alarm or as I lock the door after we exit. Walking her to my car, I open the passenger side, ignoring the fact that her car is parked right next to mine.
I’m not letting her go to drive the short distance to my house. She’s staying with me in case her doubts start to creep in so I can push them away.
Sliding into the driver's seat, I turn on the car and back out.
Reaching across the center console for her hand, I place a kiss on the back before suggesting, "Let's stop for Quinella."
She squeezes my hand in return as she responds, "That would be great."
Within a few short minutes, we arrive at the cottage.
"I should get some clothes," she says softly as I park.
Shaking my head, I reply, "No way. I’m removing that dress at my house."
I hear her shocked gasp, just before I plant a firm kiss on her lips, as I reach out and take her key from her hand. I quickly exit the running car, taking the steps to the cottage two at a time.
Chapter 11