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Kimberly hangs her head as she walks to the elevator.  Pushing the button, she senses another presence behind her.  She turns and is captivated by the most stunning pair of crystal-blue eyes.  She takes in the features of the man standing before her.  He looks to be around six-foot-two and of an athletic build. He is wearing a white, button-down shirt with the top two buttons undone.  The sleeves are pushed up right below his elbows and the shirt is tucked into the dark gray slacks he has on. 

“Go ahead and stare.  It’s not rude or anything.” 

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry.” Kimberly replies, turning a shade of crimson. 

“It’s quite alright. I actually like having beautiful women get flustered around me. Means I still have my game.” He lets out a chuckle as the elevator dings, signaling its arrival.  “I’m Jonathon and you are?”

“Kimberly.” 

“Coming from Stanley’s office?” 

“Yes, but it looks as if I won’t be able to afford him.” She lets out a defeated sigh.

“Well, maybe you’re just going about it the wrong way.  You’re a beautiful woman.  You’ll think of something.” 

“Like?” She cocks her head to the side, looking at him. 

“Well, had I had a beautiful woman in my office, instead of the old men over the board, I may have had her spread over my desk,” he smiles a naughty smile before nodding his head and exiting the elevator. 

“What the hell was that?”  Kimberly asks more to herself than anyone else as she exits the building and makes her way to her rental car. 

“Rough day?” Emerson’s head jerks up at the sound of his colleague. Jonathon walks into the office, throwing his body into the same chair the woman vacated earlier.  He rests his feet on Emerson’s mahogany desk which he knows pisses Emerson off.

“You could say that.” 

“How’s the Masterson case?” 

“At a stand-still. The woman doesn’t want to settle for less than two million and Vincent is not wanting to give it.”

“I guess not, sneaky bitch was cheating on him for years.  She ought to be happy with the half a million he was going to give her.  As well as the three-million dollar home she’s residing in.” 

“Yes, well… you know how these women can be.” 

“Speaking of women…”

“Don’t,” Emerson raises a hand to silence him before he can bring up the subject of the very woman whose perfume was still in the air.

“Why didn’t you offer?”

“Because Jonathon.  Mallory was enough, did you not learn?”

“Learn what?”

Emerson runs his fingers through his wavy black hair before looking at his best friend.

“That we have an attraction to the same people? That being with someone at the same time is rather intoxicating and hot. To see a woman come undone while she is pleasing two men, isn’t hot as fuck?”  Jonathon stands and places his hand on Emerson’s shoulder.  “Because man, that is hot as fuck!  The woman you just let out of this office could have very well been our next encounter.” 

“I’m not doing it again.”

“Fine, because it isn’t like you will be seeing her again anyway.  But at least you have something to add to your spank bank tonight.  Have fun with that.  I’m off to dinner with Dad.” 

“See you later, and leave my spank bank out of this.  At least I don’t watch porn to get off.”

“Nice comeback.”  Jonathon throws over his shoulder as he walks out of the office.  He stops just outside the door.  “At least I get off to something real, not something made up in my mind.” 

“Ass!”  Emerson looks at the papers on his desk, realizing that Jonathon is right.  Maybe he should have pursued Ms. Weston.  The electricity between the two of them was tantalizing. He sits down at the desk, turning to the windows overlooking the Mississippi River. This is his solace, his empire. Jonathon may have helped him get to where he is but this is where he belongs. As he looks over the ocean, he can’t help but think of what Mallory is doing.  His thoughts often turn to Mallory which annoys him.  She chose to walk away from them, from both Jonathon and him.  It has been over a year since the woman of his dreams walked away.  Jonathon has since been able to move on, find other women to warm his bed.  Emerson hasn’t been so lucky, until now.  The electricity in this office between Ms. Weston and him, were so strong. 

He stands from his desk, grabs the stack of papers and sets them in his briefcase. He grabs the suit coat from his chair, placing it on top of the case before making his way down to his car.  He nods as he passes the security team.  “Goodnight Avery.” 

“Goodnight, Mr. Stanley.”

He grabs the keys out of his pocket and aims them at the Mercedes SLS GT. The red lights flash as the doors unlock and Emerson slides behind the wheel.  This car was one of the greatest purchases he rewarded himself with, next to the two story home near LSU that cost a pretty penny.  He weaves through the rush hour traffic of Baton Rouge, veering onto the interstate.  He exits the ramp, two exits later, bringing his speed down to accommodate the area.  After a few stop signs and a couple of right turns later, he pulls into the garage of his home.  The home is white with four columns in the front and a fully landscaped yard.  There are floor-to-ceiling windows and a balcony that wraps around the house.  Emerson slides his long legs out of the vehicle as the garage door closes.  He takes a deep breath and unlocks the door to the empty home.  He sets the keys on the black marble of the counter before turning the lights on, lighting the burgundy kitchen.  He opens the dark-stained cabinet to grab a mug for coffee, setting the mug under the brewer of the Kuerig before making his way up the wrap around stairs. As he walks, he peels the shirt off his chest, his muscles taut with the stress of the day.

He walks into his bedroom, unbuckling the buckle of his belt, rolling it up and setting it on the dark-stained oak of the dresser. He glances at the inviting king sized bed with the fluffy down comforter but continues to the bathroom. Once there, he sheds his pants, standing in just a pair of black boxer briefs, glancing in the mirror.

“What is wrong with you?” He looks back at himself, wondering why he keeps this home as big as it is. It’s more for the fact that he could buy it, not the fact that he wanted to fill it with a bunch of children and a woman who would love him endlessly.  He turns away from the image in the mirror, making his way into the heated tile of the shower.  Turning on the stall, the four shower heads turn on, blasting cold water while the pipes warm.  Once the steam is surrounding the walls, he slides the briefs down his toned legs and steps under the spray.  He adjusts the dial as the water beats down on his body.  His mind instantly turns to Kimberly, how her hair rolls in waves quite like the ocean.  He smiles as he remembers how she smelled of lavender and vanilla.  He rests his head against the cool of the granite before looking down to see his cock standing at attention. He wraps his hand around the straining muscle, thinking of Kimberly’s mouth.  How good it would feel to have that sassy mouth wrapped around his cock. 

He lets out a groan, tightening his grip and pumping his shaft a few times.  His left hand sliding up the wall to give him support as he imagines how good her little hot mouth would feel around him.  The feel of his hand as the water hits him, as along with the images of Kimberly, push him over the edge.  As a shout rises from his chest, spurts of cum shoot from his cock. He stands on shaky legs as he comes down from the ecstasy. He takes a deep breath, reaching for the soap.  He quickly lathers his body and rinses off. He grabs the towel from the rack beside the shower and steps onto the mat. Once he dries himself off, he grabs another pair of black boxer briefs from the drawer in his room.  He slides them on as thoughts of hazel eyes drift into his mind.  He grabs a pair of sweats from the bottom drawer, trying to ignore the evidence of what this woman is doing to him.  He puts the pants on before making his way downstairs to the coffee waiting for him.  “It’s going to be a long night.”

Jonathon walks into the restaurant his father picked for the evening. Ever since his mother passed, he tries to take one night a week to eat with the old man.  He looks around the bar area, spotting his father instantly.  He walks over to the man he promised himself he would never become.  Not that there was anything wrong with his father, he just didn’t want to live paycheck to paycheck.  His father was a mechanic for a large car company and had been since before Jonathon was born. He smiles when his father turns around, the same blue eyes he has, reflected in his father. 

“Son.” He says as he rises to wrap his arms around Jonathon.

“Dad, how ya doing this week?”

“Kid, you gotta stop worrying about your old man. I just have a broken heart, I’m not dying.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.  Those have killed people.”

The old man laughs as he gestures to the bar stool beside him. They both sit, noticing the bartender coming over.  The first thought to cross Jonathon’s mind is that the woman is attractive.  She has blonde hair and bright eyes, probably contacts.  He smiles while noticing the cleavage peeking out of the black lace top she has tucked into the white pants she’s wearing. 

“Can I get you something, sir?”

“I’ll take whatever the old man is having.”

She nods before walking off to grab whatever beer is on tap. “I see those wheels turning, you need to find a woman to settle down with.”

“Not tonight, Dad.”

“Why not? You’re thirty, Jonathon. You need to find what your mother and I had, son.”

“What you and Mom had was something rare, Pop.” Jonathon looks at the woman as she sets the beer in front of him. “Thank you.”

“Sure thing, I’m Adrian, let me know if I can get anything else for you.”

“I think we’d like to order some dinner.”

“Sure thing.”

“Two burgers? Huh Pop?”

“Sounds good to me. “

She nods, walking off to place their order.  Jonathon watches her saunter off, her hips having more of a swing than they did earlier. 

“How’s work?” Jonathon hears from beside him, swallowing the beer.

“It’s been pretty good.  Busy.”  He says as he places the glass down on the bar.  “I met a woman there today, she seems to have sparked a fire in Emerson.  Even though he won’t admit it.” 

“Of course not. That boy is stubborn as a mule.” His father chuckles.

“Dad, man you should have seen her. She was a spitfire. I may have told her if I had been the one to see her, I’d have had her spread over my desk.” 

There is an audible gasp as the waitress sets the plates in front of them.  She licks her lips as Jonathon meets her eyes, which are saturated with lust.  “Can I get you anything else?” She asks huskily before blushing. 

“That should be all. Thank you.” Jonathon winks, making her blush again. 

“Well, number one.  You could have a law suit on your ass in ten minutes.  What the hell were you thinking?”  His father shakes his head as he takes bite.  “Number two.  Don’t talk to a woman like that.”  He says around a mouth full of burger. 

“Like you never said it to Mom.”