The Other Other Woman (8 page)

“Now, what was your name again?” I jokingly replied.

He gave me a stern look, and then he slid his hands beneath my hips and lifted me right up to his face like it was his job, plunging that gigantic tongue right into me. I gasped loudly and grabbed at his hair. He looked up with an amused grin and gave me few more teasing flutters of his tongue, alternating them with more forceful strokes that made the muscles in my thighs tighten around his head. It was just as I had imagined in my daydreams, only better. He was only there for a few short minutes, however. It was just long enough to leave me practically begging for him, when he suddenly came up for air and repositioned himself squarely on top of me, chest to chest.

I just kept looking at him smiling there and thinking,
My God, those dimples are just ridiculously hot
. He held his hands over each side of my head, stroking his fingers slowly over my eyebrows and studying me closely, pushing my long auburn hair behind my ears.

“Now what are you doing?” I asked him.

“You don’t have any wrinkles,” he replied.

“I do have some, around my eyes!” I protested, but he just kept caressing my face and kissing my cheeks. “Your skin is just gorgeous.”

“Thanks, babe.”

He paused for a moment, “What do you want with a guy 14 years older than you, anyway?” He gazed deeply into my eyes as he asked, as if he was looking for some kind of reassurance.

I brushed my fingers through his hair slowly and said, “I’m not sure yet, but I don’t really act my age, so I’m actually more like 20 years younger than you.”

“Oh, great…”

“Well maybe if you stick with me, I can keep you young,” I answered, playfully kissing his nose.

“How much more time have you got, babe?” he asked.

Looking quickly at my watch I said, “I don’t know, maybe another hour or so?”

“An HOUR?!” he groaned, “Are you kidding me!?”

“Do you want me to leave sooner?” I asked innocently.

“God no, sweetie,” he said, as he gently brushed his lips across mine again. “I just had no idea that you would have that much time. And I didn’t think we would be here like this, so… well… I didn’t plan ahead.”

“No, I didn’t think we would either,” pulling him closer for another kiss.

“Do you want to wait here and I’ll run out and get something?”

I wanted him so badly at that moment, but we only had an hour. I grabbed his face with both hands and kissed him softly. “No, baby, I’ve been waiting to see you again for so long. You just got here,” I pleaded. “I don’t want you going anywhere. I don’t want us to have to rush anything.”

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“How badly do you want to go to this winery tomorrow?” he asked, as he continued to gently stroke my face.

“Why do you ask?” I replied with an inquisitive smile.

“Well, I was thinking… What if I was to get this room for another day, and after Burlington, I could drive back here and we could just make love all day long?”

“Matt, I don’t give a rat’s ass about going to this winery.”

He flashed a devilish grin and kissed me so hard it nearly took my breath away, thrusting his pelvis into mine like a tantalizing precursor to what he was going to do to me tomorrow. As we continued to fool around on the bed, I ran my hands all over his body, rubbing the outside of his pants and skimming his waistband with my fingers. Yet I was too apprehensive to just undo his pants and grab him. I was almost scared by how much I wanted him. I knew if I got him naked I would have to have him right then and there, condom or not, with just minutes to spare. I bet it would have been pretty hot, come to think of it. But I didn’t want our first time to be fast and furious like that. I wanted to experience practically everything with this man in slow motion, one delectable second at a time.

It was pretty obvious that I was still trying to cop a feel, however, so once we absolutely had to get ourselves back together, he stood up next to me and helped me collect my clothes. Just as I was getting my shirt back on, I caught a glimpse of him slowly pulling down his zipper as he whipped out his cock for me.

“You wanna see what you’re going to get tomorrow?” he teased. I reached over, put my hand around his thick erection, and smiled wide as I gave him a tight squeeze.

“Nice piece, Matthew.”

He smirked proudly as he zipped up. We started to kiss each other goodnight when he suddenly remembered he had a gift for me. So, we sat together on the edge of the bed and he handed me a little card. Inside was a very generous gift card to Nordstrom. When I looked over at him, he was smiling at me like a little kid.

“Thanks sweetie, but what is this for?”

“Well, when I was in the Memphis store a couple of weeks ago, I was thinking about you and just wanted to get you a little something. I know you love shoes, but I wasn’t sure what kind you would like…”

“Aww, thanks baby, that was so sweet of you,” I said. I leaned over to kiss him to show my appreciation. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I know I didn’t… but I wanted to.”

Wow, he can drive six hours to visit me anytime,
I thought. But I couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable about him spending that kind of money on me, especially in addition to the hotel room. I knew he had the means, but I’d never had anyone spend money like that, just to see little old me. Honestly, a small part of me felt a little hookerish. But I had never been with anyone wealthy before, so I assumed it was just something I’d have to get used to.

It was getting late and I really had to go. I got another incredible goodnight kiss in and headed home. My body was practically on fire wishing I could spend the night with him. At the same time, I was also looking forward to tomorrow, knowing it was going to be the absolute best. day. ever. If he thought he’d had 25 years of the same old same old at home, I was going to completely blow his mind. There was one tiny issue, however, that lingered in the back of my mind. It bothered me just a little bit, like a nagging voice of concern.

As part of my job, I monitored all emails for my branches. This, just recently, included Atlanta. All employees were well aware of this, as they were constantly getting reminders from us to “Make sure you encrypt personal client information before sending it out,” or “This is not business related, please use your personal email to forward chain emails.” Email surveillance was a rather annoying part of my job. I didn’t want to read some broker’s ramblings about interest rates or why they thought metals were the place to be right now.

Periodically, however, we’d see some horrifically bad jokes come through or catch a fight between a broker and his wife, that sort of thing. We used to see porn being forwarded around all the time, but they’d really cracked down on that as of late. Basically, any email that contained certain keywords (which could be anything, they were often benign words like “loan” or “ticket”) got flagged and I had to read through them to determine whether or not there was an issue.

Matt rarely got in trouble with email. He was pretty abrupt in general on both text and email because, truthfully, he just wasn’t that good at typing. His communications were short and to the point, occasionally forgetting to add product disclaimers was usually his biggest offense.

But I couldn’t help but notice that the man knew a lot of women. His real estate agent, Sofia, was a woman. His attorney was a woman. His travel agent was a woman. He had cyclist pals, some were lesbians, but they were women. He had several friends who got involved with his trips back to Ukraine, all women. I could see why he would be very popular with the ladies. He was a remarkably handsome, successful, witty man with a magnetic personality and a fat wallet. I’ve never been a particularly jealous person by nature, but I am nosy. And I like to know things. I thoroughly research subjects when I don’t understand them. It’s probably one of the main qualities I possess that makes me so good at my job.

So, I wouldn’t say I was jealous, but I was sort of flummoxed when I began to see flagged emails to Matt from someone named Katya. Katya Batsevich. You could tell from the way she typed she was a younger girl. With a name like that, she would be easy to Google. So, of course, I did. There was a link to her Facebook page which was mostly hidden from the public, but you could kind of see her small profile picture. I couldn’t make out her face, but she appeared to have a really nice body. I was able to see from her page that she was 25. That was a few years older than Matt’s adopted son, so I still wasn’t getting the connection, but it was very obvious she was desperately searching for a job. She seemed to need Matt’s help with that, just about every day. No sir, I did not care for it.

I figured if we cared enough about each other to sleep together, then I probably had the right to just ask him what the deal was, but it still made me very nervous. I’m not sure why. Our communication thus far had been excellent. I felt like I could tell him anything at all, but the idea of asking him about information I saw in his emails seemed so sneaky, like I was spying. Probably because I was spying. But it was my job to spy. I decided I would ask him about her the next day, preferably before he got any of my clothes off, and I put it out of my mind for the evening.

That Monday, 11:30 a.m. couldn’t come fast enough. He had suggested I grab us some lunch, and I knew my boy liked to eat, so I went to my favorite take-out place. It’s just a local dive near my neighborhood, but it has the best Italian food in the city. I got us an order of spaghetti marinara and penne carbonara and a huge piece of the most alcohol-soaked tiramisu ever made. It’s so delicious, you can practically get drunk just from the smell of the ladyfingers swimming in Kahlua. Since I had been on a fairly strict diet of eating all non-processed food for months, pasta and dessert were two items I typically did not eat anymore. I was looking forward to lunch almost as much as the sex.

We kept in touch throughout the morning, and I finally arrived back at room 207 with food in hand. I grabbed a quick kiss from him and went to put the food down on the desk. He had just gotten back into the room himself when I got there and was taking off his sport coat. It was brand new, and he was so excited about it. As he was hanging it up, he had to open it up and point out all its features to me in intricate detail (single-breasted, slim fit, tonal stripe, etc.). To be honest, it looked like a coat to me, and I was just happy to see some of his clothing coming off. But since he was so cute, I humored my little fashionista as I poured us some Chianti from a screw-top bottle into paper cups.

We both laughed over our super classy wine and glassware as I handed him his cup. He gave a little toast “to us,” and we both took a couple of sips. Then we set our cups down for a proper greeting, now that my arms were no longer full. He was facing me now in a lavender shirt and some fitted flat-front black pants. As I reached around him to pull him closer to me, I found myself wanting to thank God for the outline of his ass in those pants because it was truly magnificent. And I’m not even a religious person.

We hugged each other tightly. He put his hands around the nape of my neck, cradling my ears, and tipped my head up toward those gorgeous lips to give me the slowest, most penetrating kiss ever. I honestly didn’t know how sex could possibly feel any better than how delirious I felt when he kissed me like that. I wouldn’t have remembered my own name if you had asked me.

“Mmm… Morning, sweetie, I missed you last night…” he purred.

“I missed you too. I could not WAIT to get back here.”

How hungry are you?” he asked, as he slowly moved his lips over mine again.

“Absolutely starving.” I said.

“Oh. Well, then do you want eat lunch now?”

“No… Sure don’t.’’

“Me either.”

We both giggled nervously, and he began slowly moving his fingers down my neck, slipping my favorite fitted black Banana tee down my shoulders so he could see my coral colored bra. “Oh, that’s nice!” he murmured. In turn, I placed my hands up under his shirt and ran them over his stomach and onto his chest. Within seconds, he had removed my top and I managed to find myself underneath him on the bed. I eagerly unbuttoned his dress shirt and pushed it off. Holy shit, those arms! Then I lifted up his T-shirt and he took it completely off, tossing it casually to the side. Just as I had my face pressed against that sweet spot at the top of his chest and was basking in the glory of shirtless Matt once again, it hit me. That little voice. That little son of a bitch wanted to ask him something.

I placed my hand firmly against his chest and broke away from his kiss, “Matt, wait, I’m sorry. I know this is horrible timing, but I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Sure, babe, what is it?”

“Who is Katya?”

“Who, Katya Batsevich? She’s just this kid from Kiev that me and another friend of mine helped sponsor here in the States a few years ago. Her dad is actually one of my best friends in Ukraine.”

“Oh… I just see her name,” I paused. “A LOT.”

“Yeah, I know, she’s having a really hard time finding a job because she just got her MBA, so her dad asked me if I could help her out.”

“I see.”

“Nothing to worry about, babe,” he reassured me, peppering my lips with several very distracting kisses.

“Okay, good. I just needed to know.”

He never moved his gaze away from mine. Which was a huge relief, as I had always heard that it’s very difficult to look someone in the eye and lie to them. For most people it’s like a guilt reflex, they have to look down or off to the side if they aren’t telling the complete truth. Now maybe that little voice would mind its own damn business and let me get lucky.

“Anything else on your mind, sweetie?” he asked, gazing up at me through those irresistibly long lashes.

“Just how much I want you inside me right now,” I grinned.

His eyebrows flew up and he kissed me again as he grabbed and lifted my aqua skirt, exposing a coral lace thong underneath which matched my bra just perfectly. As he slipped off my skirt, he applauded my underwear coordination efforts, claiming that I was obviously just as picky about my clothing as he was. He removed my bra and panties and flung them across the room, taking my nipples into his warm mouth, kissing them and sucking them mercilessly. Oh dear God, I could not wait to get him naked. He could have had five wives at that moment, I didn’t care. I reached down, unhooked his belt, and slowly unzipped his pants. He quickly wriggled out of them until it was just him in his black boxer briefs. Sweet Georgia Brown. His bronze skin against those tight little shorts, gripping onto his tight muscular thighs. Just the anticipation alone was too much.