Barred (8 page)

“So are you.”  She lets out on a yawn. 

“I have a couple of things to do before I come to bed, but you rest.” He kisses her on the nose as he pulls the duvet over her. He slides out of the bed, his body protesting as the warmth of her body leaves his. He slides his jeans back on, looking back at the inviting bed.  Smiling when he hears the light snores of the woman already asleep there.  He turns from the bed, making his way to the den to make sure Jonathon has everything he needs for the meeting tomorrow. 

The next morning, Kimberly wakes up to an empty bed. She sits up hugging the sheet around her before she notices the piece of paper lying on the pillow that his head rested on the night before.

Kimberly,

Trust me, I would rather have stayed in this bed with you all morning.  I had to run to the attorney general’s office this morning to square away the details on this case.  Enjoy your day on the beach or shopping or whatever you want.  I left my credit card on the table next to your breakfast, please use it.  Tomorrow it’s your day.  Be prepared, I have a surprise.

Emerson.

She re-reads the letter over and over before sliding out of the sheets. She picks up the t-shirt he was wearing on the flight last night, sliding it over her head.  She makes her way through the hotel suite when she hears her phone ding.  She walks over to the table that holds her iPhone, smiling as she sees Jonathon’s name on the screen.

Jonathon: I hope you’re enjoying your weekend with the boring associate. I’m stealing you away next weekend.

Kimberly: Oh? Where to? By the way. I met Mallory.

Her phone lights up instantly, his ringtone filling the silence of the room.  She hits the answer button, placing the phone to her ear.  She hears his breathing coming across the connection.

“Mallory, eh?”

“Mmhmm…”

“How?”

“She was in the airport, and Emerson looked as if he’d seen a ghost.  So I made him talk about her.”

“She’s in the past, you’re the future.”

“Well, thank you.”

“She’s nothing like you.”

“How so?” She can’t help but question, because his tone changes as he says it.

“You…” silence is all she hears before he takes a breath and continues. “You are caring, and beautiful, not just the outside but the inside as well. Mallory was venomous and maleficent from the beginning. Emerson doesn’t know this, but I paid her to leave.  She was ruining him with her evil.  I loved her, but I care for him more.  He’s a good man, and she was after us both for one thing.  I gave her what she wanted and she did what I expected.”

“Wow. I don’t see how you can say I’m not like her though…” she is quiet, remembering how they all came to this arrangement.” 

“Why?”

“Because… Did I not strike this up for money?”

“You’re situation is completely different. You are a different person. Please know that.”

“Okay.”

“Have fun this weekend, Kimberly. I have a meeting, I need to go.”

“Goodbye Jonathon.”

She hangs up and sits at the table.  She glances down to see the black AMEX card on the table beside a cup of fresh fruit.  The card was a symbol of a wonderful day ahead of shopping for things she could wear to make Emerson happy, but after the conversation she had with Jonathon, it is a resemblance of exactly what she is.  Even if she isn’t like Mallory, she agreed to this arrangement because she didn’t have the money she needed to make sure she got out of the predicament she placed herself in.  She leaves the credit card sitting on the table, in the same place Emerson left it.  She stands, grabbing the bowl of fruit.  Walking into the bedroom, she grabs her kindle out of her carry-on and walks out onto the balcony of the suite.  The salty air of the ocean soothes her while she relaxes in the plush cream-colored lounge chair.  She smiles while watching the kids down on the beach building sand castles and learning to knee board. 

Kimberly is awoken by a hand shaking her gently. She looks around, realizing where she is and smiles when she looks into the green eyes of Emerson. 

“I didn’t want to wake you, but you’re turning red.” 

“Thank you. What time is it?”

“Twelve. I came to see if you’d like to go to lunch. You weren’t answering your phone.” He runs his fingers through his hair as she notices the strain in his face.

“You were worried, I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t have worried you.” 

“It’s okay, you’re safe.  Let’s go take a shower.”  He winks as he stands, reaching for the knot in his tie as he pulls it.  He slides it over his head, throwing it at her while he walks to the bathroom. 

She jumps up from the chair, walking as fast as she can to catch up with him.  He grabs her around the waist from behind as she walks into the bedroom.  She squeals while he carries her to the marble shower. “I can walk!” She says between gasps of giggles.

“I prefer to carry you like a caveman.” He laughs into her ear, setting her down to remove his charcoal slacks.  He drops his boxers, reaching for the shower dial to turn the water on. “Sit on the counter, Kimberly.” His voice takes on a serious tone, making his demand.  Immediately, Kimberly’s pussy is soaked.  She does as he asks, sitting on the cold granite of the sink.  As the cold surface makes contact with her body, she lets out a gasp.  Emerson notices immediately the way her nipples pebble under his t-shirt, and the fragrance of her arousal in the air.  He walks over to her, almost like a lion stalking his prey. 

He reaches for the bottom of the shirt, slowly pulling it up her side, his fingers tracing the naked skin under it.  His lip curls on the left, realizing she isn’t wearing any panties.  He kneels in front of her and pulls the shirt over the rest of her body, over her head.  He spreads her legs on the counter, opening her up for his taking.  He leans down, his eyes on her, placing his nose to her most intimate body part and inhaling. “You smell so fucking intoxicating, Kimberly.” He chuckles, blowing air onto her clit as she shakes from the need to be touched.  “What do you want, Kimberly?”

“Your tongue on me.”

“Where?” He asks as she lets out an exasperated sigh. He tries to hide the smile from her, knowing he’s agitating her.

“My pussy.  Eat me, Emerson.”

He growls out as she says it.  If there was one thing Kimberly was not, it was a prude.  The woman knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take it.  She moved her hand from the counter and wrapped it in his wavy locks while he leaned in and flicked his tongue over her swollen bud. 

“Yes! Just like that!” She moaned, tightening her fingers in his hair.  He growls out while his tongue flicks over her clit, over and over.  He runs a hand up her right leg from the arch of her foot, all the way to the junction of her thigh.  He looks into her eyes, sliding a finger into her dripping channel.  She shakes from the pleasure, knowing she’s close to coming.  He inserts a second finger, turning them to curl into her g-spot. 

“That’s it, Kimberly.”  He pants into her pussy while he keeps flicking his hard tongue over her bare pussy, tasting the sweet nectar pouring from her. “Fucking come on my fingers.” As he says the words, it’s as if a bomb detonates inside of her.  She digs her nails into his head, pushing his mouth between her thighs.  Her juices running down his fingers, her channel pulls them inside with each clenching of her muscles.  He laps at her clit, making sure he prolongs the pleasure she is feeling.  When she is shaking with the exertion her body has just been put through, he slowly stands—kissing every part of her body as he goes. He makes sure to pay extra attention to the two beautiful pebbles adorning her tits.  She arches into him while he sucks her sensitive nipple into his mouth, her nails still digging into his scalp. He lets out a grunt as she grazes his scalp with her nails. He wraps his fingers into her long curls, attacking her lips with his own.  Once he pulls away, he’s positive the fire in her eyes reflects the fire in his.   “I want your mouth wrapped around my cock,” he pants into her mouth. 

“Okay,” she breathes out, her breasts heave with every breath she makes.  Emerson picks her up effortlessly off the counter before her feet hit the floor.  Kimberly instantly kneels in front of him, grabbing the base of his engorged member, staring at him. 

“No hands, I want to be in control.” He orders her as she drops her hand as if she’s been burned. Instead of being turned off, she realizes it’s actually rather stimulating. Her sex drips onto her thighs as he pushes his cock into her mouth. She can taste the essence that is Emerson as he shoves his cock deep into her throat. “Look at me, Kimberly. I want to see your eyes as you take me.” She shivers, her body breaking out with goose bumps at his commands. She doesn’t know where this side has come from, but damn if she didn’t like it. Her hazel eyes collide with his green eyes which are now ablaze with lust as he holds her head with his fingers tangled in her mane of curls. Emerson tightened his grip on her, his hips starting to pump faster into her mouth.  She gagged a couple times but didn’t push him away, she wanted to pleasure him the way he wanted.  “Touch yourself, Kimberly.  I want you to show me how wet you are.” 

She reaches between her legs, a moan escaping her throat only to be muffled by the cock plunging into her.  She rubs over her swollen sex, feeling herself getting close again.  “Show me, Kimberly.” He growls, the veins on his neck pop from his attempt to hold back his own release.   She lifts a shaky hand to him and he groans, seeing the wetness glistening in the light.  He lets go of her hair, pulling his cock out of her mouth.  “Shower, now!” He orders through gritted teeth, helping her to her feet.  “Hands against the wall, ass out.” 

Kimberly does as he asks, too aroused to be angered by his demands.  He runs his hand over the curve of her ass before a loud smack echoes through the hall and a stinging comes over Kimberly. “OH!”

“I love this ass, baby.”  He whispers into her ear while his hands grip her curvy waist. “Ready?” He asks, but before she can answer, he slams into her.  She hits the wall while he pushes his body against hers, her breasts against the warm tile of the shower while he relentlessly pounds into her. 

“Fuck!” She yells, gripping the wet surface, just enjoying the ride.  Emerson lets go of her right hip, only to slide his hand between her legs and flick his fingers over her sensitive clit.  She whimpers at the contact

“That’s it, Kimberly.” He roars, pounding her mercilessly, over and over.  “Come, now!”  He yells as they both explode.  Her channel milking every last drop from his balls as she releases all over him.  He rests his head on her back, shaking from the explosive release they both just experienced.  He smiles, slowly pulling himself out of her intoxicating heat.  He turns her around, wraps his arms around her as he gently cups her cheeks, kissing her.  “God baby, you are amazing.” 

She smiles lazily at him, barely able to keep her eyes open. “You’re not so bad yourself.” He chuckles, reaching for the soap and a washcloth.  He washes every inch of her body before cleaning himself.  Helping her out of the shower, he dries her off before carrying her back to their bed. 

“Why don’t you rest a bit? I have a surprise for you tonight. If you didn’t bring tennis shoes, go out and get a good pair, take my card. I need to go back to the office and handle the rest of this case.” He leans in and kisses her forehead. He chuckles again as she nods, turning over and falling right back to sleep.  Dressing, he replays everything in his head.  He has never once wanted to be in so much control with a woman, but something about Kimberly makes him want to beat his chest like a fucking caveman and hide her away from the world.  He shakes his head, trying to clear the thought, putting his tie back on, grabbing his suitcase and leaving the woman who makes him crazy, naked in the bed that he wants so badly to climb back into. 

“What do you mean? No, we are not settling for two million.” Emerson slams his folder on the desk, staring at Bevan. 

“That’s the only way to win this.” 

“No, it’s not. She’s playing the fucking victim. She’s the one that cheated and shouldn’t get a fucking cent. One million is more than enough.” Emerson snarls, looking at the fat, balding,  grotesque man in front of him. 

“Are you insinuating my client is lying?” 

“Hell yes! Unless you want to settle this in mediation for one million, I will keep the secret to myself.  If not, I have evidence in court.  She can take the one mil, or she can lose it all.”  He growls out while he stares into Bevan’s eyes. 

“Well Emerson…”  The man stands from his desk, sticking his hand out.  “We shall see you in court.” 

“Suite yourself.” He shakes the attorney’s hand, packing up his briefcase.  He makes his way to the elevator out of the dingy office of Taylor Family Law.  That woman really should have sought out a better attorney if she planned to win.  As he makes his way out of the building, his phone lights up.  He looks at the screen, hoping it’s the woman who has invaded his every thought.  He is glad no one is around to see the disappointment he knows his features show, realizing it’s his partner.