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To my delight, Mario decided to keep feeding me as he stroked my clit and fingered me so that I moaned with them deep in my mouth.
“Fuck,” Anthony groaned, before pulling me off him and pushing me backward onto the bed. Like a magician, he produced another condom before sinking himself inside me. While he fucked my pussy, I called Jared to fuck my mouth. It was a bit awkward for him, but we made it work as he climbed over my face and fucked my mouth like it was my ass or my pussy.
“You know, Jared. Your ass isn’t the best view I could’ve chosen here,” Anthony both moaned and groaned in complaint. My pussy tightened around Anthony as I was forced to suppress any desire to laugh, especially since Jared’s dick was at the back of my throat and my body was filling with warmth from Anthony’s strokes.
“Gotta say, I can’t complain about my view,” Jared said, throwing his head back as he groaned. “You okay there, beautiful?” he asked, pulling himself out of my mouth a little.
After giving myself a second to breathe, I grabbed his ass and pulled him back into my mouth, bringing him to his release and swallowing his creamy ejaculation. That was a first.
“I’m so sorry,” Jared said. “I didn’t pull out in time…”
Swallowing again, I cocked my head, thinking about it. “You know what? I don’t think I hated it,” I said.
Jared grinned, climbing off me before lowering himself to kiss me. In the meantime, Anthony was going wild in response to what he just heard, driving himself deeper and harder into me, groaning and filling my ears with the sound of his ecstasy. His hairy chest was so sexy to me, I reached for it, tugging on the hairs. It moved against the palm of my hand, rough, yet gentle, teasing my nerves. I could feel it in my pussy. As I tightened around him, he exploded within me bringing me along with him.
Chapter 8
Jared
Herbodyhadthepower to take down the most dignified of men. That’s what I hoped I still was. Dignified. But every time she looked at me, I lost my self-control and succumbed to failure. Failure to resist her caused me to not only lose my best friend but now, my entire reputation and my company’s reputation was on the line. Fucking her in the file room wasn’t who I was before and weakening before her the way I had, couldn’t be who I was becoming.
Next to me, Tiffany was a vision of beauty. Freckled, pale, yet orange-tinted skin. Her breasts peeked at me over the covers, and I ached to pull the sheet lower and ease the guys off her so I could see more. The memory of how she swallowed me last night with a smile on her face had me staring at her mouth. The pads of my fingers yearned to stroke her lips, kiss them. Damn it. It wasn’t her fault she was so damn irresistible. She couldn’t help it, but I could.
My employees and partners needed me to try harder. They needed to look at me with respect again. The respect I worked so hard to build yet lost due to a lack of responsibility. We could have fucked anywhere else, even in my goddamn office for fuck sake, with the blinds closed and the doors locked. The walls were soundproofed. But nostalgia for the moment she captured me begged to be re-visited in that file room, and I gave into my urges.
Only weak men gave into their urges so easily at the risk of losing everything, without caring for the consequences. Damn it, I’d grown weak. My heart constricted, squeezing me to tears. I thought I was about to have a heart attack at the thought. Weakness wasn’t a great survival skill to have, not as a lawyer or as a man. My body broke out in sweat as I pulled myself out of the bed, jumping from it as if it were a tub of water someone just dropped a toaster in.
We all had urges and temptations, but it was our ability to set our priorities straight and fight those temptations that determined our strength. So, despite the ache in my groin and the wave of current rushing through my skin, flipping my heart over at the memory of her kiss and the taste of her, I had to be strong enough to put my lust for her behind me, at least for right now. I needed that strength to hold up my crumbling company and reputation.
The Crawford name was at risk, which meant our partnership at the company my father found was at stake, and that needed to be my priority. Not my feelings for Tiffany or my relationship with Chris. Not the guilt that mocked me and told me that I was a failure and a hack of a friend. Or my conscience when it came to Tiffany, her family, and putting her in the line of fire on that stage when she should have been working on trying to fix things with them. No, my priority was Crawford & Beam, and it was under attack by those same people, her family.
It was unfortunate, but this was no time to take emotional risks. And she was an emotional risk. It wasn’t just her sex that drove me crazy; I liked her and the fire she injected in my life. Losing that fire would be a nightmare. I had a taste of that before. It was horrid. But losing this firm? It was my life and the only thing left of my father that I could keep alive. He didn’t deserve to be taken down by greedy, undignified snakes. It killed him, and he never got a chance to see this place come to life again, to see its expansion and its success. I revived it in his memory, and nobody would take it down again. Not even the parents of the woman I felt I couldn’t live without.
Hurriedly, I grabbed my clothes and exited the room to get dressed, knowing that if she awoke and called me back to bed, all of my resolve would be broken down and shattered. If her eyes opened to greet me, and her morning voice called my name, my dick would do all the thinking for me.
Pausing as I buttoned my shirt, I hesitated. It felt like leaving her here without an explanation was an insensitive thing to do, but what were my other choices? Having heart-to-heart conversations about stuff like this wasn’t something that came easy for me. I didn’t even know where to start. Grumbling, I tugged at my hair, threw on my shoes, and headed out the door.
With the closing of her front door behind me, I bit down on my hand as my feet found it hard to walk away. She asked yesterday if we were trying to find a way to break up with her, if that was what we wanted. It wasn’t what I wanted, but I found myself wondering if it was the best thing we could do. What kind of a foundation could we have built on such animosity and resentment between her, her family, and us? What happened between us last night was a mistake. Wasn’t it? A mistake that I wanted to make again and again. But still a mistake, regardless.
It was all too complicated, and I didn’t have the space to think about it right now. I had to get to work and do what I should have done yesterday instead of leaving the press conference to indulge in the desires that got me in this mess in the first place. All my attention should be on saving what I had left of my workers, my clients, and my company.
Chapter 9
Anthony
Mynosewaspressedinto the softness of her sheets. Her floral-scented detergent cradled my face. Her mild but sweet shampoo caressed my skin, and the smell of our sex enveloped me in a warm embrace. Breathing in and out felt calming. It was like this was exactly where I should be, and that was the problem. Not her. Me. And the need to be in a woman’s bed to feel safe despite how much it hurt my best friend. Despite how much it hurt… anyone.
What was wrong with me? I never cared for the husbands of the women I slept with. Somehow, I could always justify it. Maybe the husband was out there having his fun too, so there was nothing wrong with his wife fucking me. And the women who developed feelings for me, they should have known better than to expect anything other than sex from me.
Sex gratified me and screw the consequences. Even when I slept with Chris’ ex, I could justify it somehow. They were broken up, so it didn’t matter, but it did, to Chris. Still, it didn’t matter to me too much about the boundaries I’d overstepped, only that I’d managed to lose my best friend over it.
I vowed I’d never hurt him again. Until Tiffany.
And I justified that too. She was an adult, she wanted me, I wanted her. So what if her brother was my best friend? It wouldn’t be the first time a sister hooked up with her brother’s best friend. And if Chris couldn’t accept that, then he didn’t have to find out. In my mind, I didn’t care about whether or not I was wrong, only that I was getting what I wanted and what Chris didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
Except it could. And it was different this time; I should’ve learned from my first mistake, but I didn’t. I chose to continue seeing Tiffany becauseIcouldn’t get her out ofmyhead. Because of my selfishness. And she was so irresistible to me because somehow, deep down in my twisted subconscious, I liked the thought of getting caught, even if it was by Chris. Even if it would break him. Why? I had no idea.
At nearly forty years old, I had no idea why I did the things I did. That I’d always done, despite who it may affect. If I’d gone to a shrink, and it was a woman, I’d probably end up fucking her. But after that, she’d probably tell me that it was linked to my childhood. It was always linked to the fucking childhood, wasn’t it? Perhaps it had to do with the fact that when my parents separated, I didn’t get to see my father as much. And my mother tried to find love a bunch of times, only to be left heartbroken by a trail of men with empty promises.
