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Kimberly listens to his direction and uses the toy to slam into her sex, over and over again.  She watches him as his hand moves faster and faster on his shaft.  Both of them breathing hard while they watch each other pleasuring themselves.  She reaches down, rubbing her finger over her clit as she starts to move the toy faster and faster.

“That’s it Kimberly, fuck that dick just like it’s mine,” Jonathon growls, watching her, feeling his own release getting closer.  She screams his name loudly as her release takes her into the abyss.  Watching her body shake from her release, his own explodes like Mt. Kilimanjaro—the release running down the length of his shaft and over his fingers.  “Damn baby, that was hot as hell.”  He mutters while staring at the beautiful woman on the computer.

“Just like you,” she smiles into the screen. “I should probably let you get some sleep, but I wanted to surprise you.”

“That was definitely a surprise,” he smiles, still watching her.  “I’ll see you this weekend.  Don’t be too naughty.”

“Deal.”

“Night, beautiful.”

“Goodnight handsome,” she blows him a kiss then disconnects the call.

Holy shit, he thinks to himself as he replays what just happened.  He gets up on shaky legs and strips his clothing before climbing into the shower.  The cold water hits him, making him gasp and his head clear.  If he was thinking that he wasn’t feeling anything and they would go their separate ways in a month or so, he was wrong.  The woman managed to get under his skin, and made him feel things he hadn’t felt in years.  Hell, he wasn’t even sure he felt this strongly about Mallory back then.  The thought scares him, but he doesn’t want to run.  He wants whatever this is and he isn’t about to let his feelings ruin that.  He can walk away if that was what she wanted.  Right?

“Wear the purple dress.”  Jonathon smiles as Kimberly looks at him in confusion.

“Why?”

“Because, it brings out the hazel in your eyes.”

“Okaaayyy.”  She says as she slides the purple dress over her beige bra and thong. 

“You could lose the thong if you wanted.” Emerson says, walking into the room.

“You two are insane!” She looks at the two of them, both wearing purple and gold. She looks at the two men standing before her, Emerson in a purple and white LSU shirt with a pair of khaki shorts and Jonathon wearing a yellow and purple shirt with blue jeans.  “Oh my God!  You’re taking me to the game?” 

“We are.” Emerson smirks, watching Kimberly’s face go from happy to ecstatic.  “We may have a surprise or two up our sleeves for you too.”  He adds with a devilish gleam to his eyes. 

“I may like surprises.”

“Good.” Jonathon retorts before kissing her head. “Now, let’s go before we’re late.”

Kimberly scurries about to get ready, pulling her fingers through her curls before throwing the dress over her body. She grabs a pair of gold flats to match the dress, afraid of walking in heels around Death Valley.  She dabs some sheer lip gloss on her lips before throwing it into the gold clutch she bought on sale a few months back.  “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Great.”  They both say in unison as they make their way out of Kimberly’s rental home.  Jonathon opens the passenger side door for her before walking around to the driver’s side as Emerson slides into the back seat. 

“I could have sat back there, Emerson.”

“Nonsense. I would never put a lady in the back seat. Unless we were making the car rock.” He replies, wiggling his eyebrows.  Kimberly blushes as she chuckles. 

“You are incorrigible.”

“Well, it’s hard not to be with such a beautiful woman.”

Kimberly blushes with the compliment as Jonathon slides his hand around hers. Instantly, Emerson goes rigid and turns to look out the window. 
She is not just yours.
He thinks to himself, watching Jonathon weave through the Saturday traffic of Baton Rouge. 

Once they get to their designated parking spot, they walk over to Ron’s RV.  Kimberly immediately looks uncomfortable as she sees all the people standing around.  Jonathon pushes her forward with a hand at the small of her back, while Emerson smiles at her in encouragement.  Kimberly looks around at all the wealthy looking, put together women and the men all in outfits that would rival those of country club goers.  Emerson takes her hand, guiding her to a man with blonde hair and blue eyes.  He’s wearing a purple polo shirt with an LSU emblem on it with a pair of khaki shorts.  She looks down at the brown loafers on his feet that probably cost more than the dress she’s wearing. 

“Ron, I’d like to introduce you to Kimberly.” Emerson says, shaking the man’s hand.

“So this is the lovely woman?” Ron questions, reaching for Kimberly’s hand.  He pulls it to his mouth, kissing it softly before letting go.

“Nice to meet you.” She says with a crimson blush staining her cheeks.

“Likewise.  Please make yourself at home here.” 

“You have a very nice set up.” 

“I’ve acquired a good bit over the years.”  He says with a smile before someone pulls him away to make sure the food is ready. 

She looks between Jonathon and Emerson with a scowl. 

“What’s the matter?” Jonathon questions.

“Do these people know I’m with both of you?”  Hands on her hips as she asks them, looking at both of them.  Emerson lets out a laugh while Jonathon gives a scowl of his own. 

“No, we would never jeopardize your integrity like that.” Emerson says, placing his hand on the small of her back.  “Now, come on.  Let’s get a drink and enjoy the party until we can get into our den.” 

“I’m sorry. I just…” She says but is cut off by Jonathon.

“It’s okay, we probably would have asked the same in the situation.” 

They mingle with the group of friends and colleagues as the hours tick down. Just as Kimberly is starting to let her guard down, Jonathon comes over and excuses them.

“Kimberly! I’ll give you a call one day next week! We can meet for lunch!”  Jana yells out as they walk away. 

“Sounds great!” Kimberly calls over her shoulder, walking with the guys to the entrance of Death Valley. 

The guys hand their tickets over to the lady at the entrance and steer Kimberly in the direction of the glass elevators. Stepping into the elevators, Kimberly is overcome with emotion.  She is bouncing up and down on her feet as she thinks back to the years before when her father took her to a game.  She was only ten but swore to never forget the Saturday night she spent in LSU Stadium.  She yelled and screamed until her throat was so raw she couldn’t talk for a week after.  The elevator dinging, signaling their stop, pulls her from the memory.

“Excited?” Jonathon questions.

“Oh man! This is going to be so much fun! I love watching football but I never get to come to a game.”

“I never pegged you as a sports fan.” Jonathon smiles.

“Oh, I only like college football.”

“Hmmm.” Emerson says, sliding the key into the door of their Tiger Den. 

Opening the door, Kimberly stands looking at the room in shock.  There is a huge glass wall separating them from the field with the huge Tiger eye on it.  There is a buffet full of steaming hot food along with a stocked bar.  There are leather chairs all around and televisions playing College Game Day.   She walks over to the glass, running her fingers over it as she stares out at the stadium she only watches on television.  As she looks out at the stadium starting to fill up with people coming to spend their Saturday in the best place, she feels someone come to stand behind her. 

“I want to take you right here.  Just like this Kimberly.”  Emerson whispers into her ear.  “Your hands on this glass.  Your ass sticking out as I grab your hips, fucking you senseless.”

She lets out a breathy agreement in reply.

“Would you like that?” He asks as he slides a hand between them, running his hand up her thigh, pulling the material of her dress up with it.  He slides a finger over the wet material of her now soaked panties.  “Mmm… I believe you would.”  He smiles, pulling away from her.  Sliding the intruding finger into his mouth to taste the juices he’s captured off of it. 

Kim lets out a frustrated growl as he walks over to the bar.  He pours each of them a glass of wine before coming to sit in one of the leather chairs.  Kimberly starts to walk over to a chair when Jonathon pats his leg.  She smiles and walks over to him.  If Emerson wants a war of sexual frustration, she is fixing to be the victor. 

“I know what you’re doing. It’s kind of hot. I don’t know if you’ll win against him though.” Jonathon whispers into her ear as his hand wraps around her, resting on her flat stomach. 

“That easy to read me, huh?”

“Nah, I just know you well enough.”

“After three months?  You barely know me.”

“Funny you say that. I know just the right buttons to press to have you melting into a puddle. I know that you prefer orange juice over coffee in the morning.” He slides his hand up under the swell of her breast, sliding one finger under it as he continues.  “I also know that you get turned on with foreplay.”  He leans forward, running his tongue up the side of her neck to her earlobe.  “I know you love it when I bite your ear right here.”  He lets out a chuckle as she shivers.  “Do not tell me I don’t know you, Kimberly.”

Emerson watches over the scene before him, feeling something he hasn’t felt in a very long time. Jealousy. He wanted her flustered, wanting and ready for the two of them whenever they were ready for her. He didn’t expect her to run to Jonathon in an attempt to do exactly what she was. She wanted him jealous, and damn it to hell, it was working.  He swirls his wine in his glass before bringing the liquid to his lips.  He and Jonathon would need to sit down and re-evaluate their business agreement with Ms. Weston.  These feelings emanating from him are not those of a business arrangement.  These were feelings you got when you loved someone.  Wait.  Did he love her?  His breath comes from him in a blast as he realizes the answer to this question. Yes. Yes, he did love her. 

“Kim…” Emerson chokes out. Clearing his throat, he tries again.  “Kimberly.”  She looks up at him, a smile on her face. 
Totally love her.
 

“Yes?” 

Emerson stands walking to the door, locking it from the inside before walking back to her. Pulling her to her feet, he looks at Jonathon who nods in approval.  He pulls her to the glass wall of the box.  There are people everywhere as the stadium fills but Emerson doesn’t care.  He needs to have her right now. 

“Put your hands on the glass and stick your ass out.” He roars into her ear. She complies as he reaches under her dress. She hears the sound of her panties ripping before she feels the material slide down her right leg. “Hold on tight.” He growls, slamming into her hard. 

“Fuck!” She yells, wondering when he had time to get his cock out.  She holds onto the glass wondering if anyone can see her.  She quickly realizes that she doesn’t care as the pleasure starts to take over her.  She is screaming out as Emerson slams into her over and over again relentlessly.  He leans into her, smelling the scent of her hair as he bites the back of her neck.  He reaches under her dress with his right hand, sliding over her sensitive clit.  She lets out a loud cry of pleasure as she comes undone around him.  She can barely stand as he holds her up, pounding into her before he lets out his own cry with his seed pouring into her.  Once he pulls out, Emerson picks her up, carrying her to a chair.  He walks over to the counter as Kimberly looks over to see Jonathon stroking himself. 

“My own personal porn stars.”  He lets out with a smile as Emerson walks back to Kimberly. 

Emerson leans down running a wet napkin over Kimberly’s sensitive flesh before kissing her softly. “Go give him what he wants.” He winks as he helps her back up. He sits down in the chair she’s just vacated, watching her walk over to Jonathon.

“Face the glass. I want you to see all the people who could be watching us,” Jonathon says, having her sit with her back to him.  She gasps as his cock invades her pussy.  “Fuck yeah! That’s it baby.”  He groans as she starts to move against him.  Her eyes meet Emerson’s, who are starting to glaze over with lust.  Will she even be able to watch the game that’s about to start?  This may as well be a fuck fest instead of a college football game.