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TableofContents

Dedication

Natalie,yourfriendshipandsupportmeansomuchtome.Ihopeyoulovethisstory—it’sforyouafterall.

Xoxo

Chapter1

Jett

“I’llseeyouatten,Tom,”Itellmypain-in-the-assclient,andjustwanttohanguponhim.Jesus,Icould

wringhispatheticneck.He’sbeenbitchingabouthisdivorcesettlementforanotherhalfhourofmylife

that I won’t get back. We are so close to being done, but he won’t stop being difficult. Sometimes, I

wonderifhe’sdragginghisheelsbecausehereallydoesn’twanttogetdivorced.

“Whateverhappens,I’mnotgivinghertheMalibubeachhouse—endofstory.”

“Tom,doyourealizehowmanyhousesthereareinMalibu?Andthisentiretimeyouhavepushed

backoverthestupidestshit.She’snotaskingformuchhereifyoureallythinkaboutit.Afractionofwhat

shecouldaskfor.”

“It’snothappening,Jett.”

“Fine.I’llseeyoushortly,justcalmdown‘tilIgetthere.”

“Jett!”heyellsatmeasIpresstheendbuttononmyphone,stokedtobedonewithhim.

I walk into my building with my head buried in my cell phone sorting through a slew of emails.

Automatically,Ipressthebuttonfortheelevator,asIgothroughthelistofshitIhavetodealwithtoday.

Anotherfuckingdayinparadise.

Waiting for the doors to open, a woman stands next to me and immediately catches my eye. Her

scentintoxicatesmeandherobviouslyexpensiveclothesmoldtoherbodylikeaglove.AsIlookover

hersoftskinandgorgeousblondehair,mymindclicksintothemode.GivingherawinkasIlookherup

anddown,sheshylylooksaway.Iundressherwithmyeyes,imagininghertiedupandundermycontrol.

Herhairispiledupontopofherheadandstaringatit;Ibetit’slong.I’dlovetoseeitdown,touchingit

withmyfingersasIfuckher.

Shesmellsun-fucking-real.

AscentIcan’tquitepin.Glancingbackdownatmyphoneasatextcomesin,Ican’tfocusonit—

my mind keeps drifting—imagining what she would be like on her knees, with my cock in her mouth.

Jesus,thethoughtshavemycockswelling.

Whatthefuckiswrongwithme?

Idon’tusuallygawkatwomen,beinginmylineofworkandseeingalltheshitIhave,butthereis

somethingaboutthisone.Somethingdifferent.Hereyesaresogreenandalluring.Breathinginherscent,I

search for the connection…maybe it’s the beach? And something else, what is it? The elevator doors

open,andshewaitsformetogoinfirst,butIgesturehertogoinaheadofmewithonehand.Imightbe

perceivedasananimalbythefemalepopulation,butIwasraisedagentleman.

Shestepsin,andmyeyesgostraightdown—herassisplump,leadingdowntohersexylegs—just

fuckingperfection.

Igotopressthe27

floor, but it’s already illuminated. We’re headed to the same place, and I’m

tempted to invite her back to my office, to fulfill my morning fantasy. Surely just once with her is all I

need,andthenI’llhavesatisfiedthisinsaneurgethatshe’sawokeninsideofme.

The doors shut and we’re alone, filling the elevator with that awkward-as-fuck silence everyone

hates.

“Areyougonnaselectyourfloor?”sheasksme,hervoiceassoftassilk,andIwanttohearhersay

myname.

“Nope,youalreadydid,”Irespond,andshegivesmethatsmall,shysmileagain.Butthistimeshe

bitesherbottomlip.Sheknowsexactlywhatshe’sdoingtome,andshe’sgoodatit.God,I’dlovetopin

heragainstthewallofthiselevatorandfuckher.

Shakingawaythethoughts,Itryandclearmymind,butasIstareoff,I’mhavingsuchahardtime

withmydick.Maybeit’sherscent,that’sit,sweetlikecotton,orherredfuckin’toenailsthatarepeeking

outatmefromhershinyblackshoes.God,whatI’ddotohavehertoesinmymouth,oranypartofher

bodyforthatmatter.

Theelevatoropens,andIholdthedoorforher,allowinghertoexitfirst.Again,myeyeseatupher

ass,andIwonderwhatshe’ddoifIpulledherintothebathroom,slammedheragainstthewall,andhiked

upherdress.

Unfortunately,Iwon’tfindouttoday.Shemeetssometoolofaguyinthewaitingarea,andIwatch

indisgustastheyhugtightlyandthenhekissesheronthecheek.Nastyfuckingbastard!

WhatisitaboutthewomeninCaliforniathathavethemdroppingatthefeetofugly,decrepit,men?

Isitreallytheirmoney?Ifindthathardtobelieve,butletitgoandkeeponwalking,headingintomyfirm

todealwithTom,whoIknowisalreadywaitingforme.

“Goodmorning,Mr.Jordan,”myassistant,Jasmine,saystome.

“Morning.Whereishe?”Iask,andshepointstotheconferenceroomattheendofthehall.Ilook

down at my watch—it’s a quarter ‘til ten. Tom can wait another fifteen minutes. “Is the other attorney

here?”

“No,sir,notyet.”

“Perfect, I’m gonna gather a few things from my office. When the attorney arrives, will you send

himin?”

“Sure.”

Headingintomyoffice,IpulloutTom’sfileandgiveitaquickonceover.Todayisthefirsttime

wehaveallmet,andIwashopingitwouldn’tcometothis.Imean,ifTomwasn’tsobullheaded,we’d

havesettledthismonthsago,andeveryonewouldhavebeenontheirmerryway.Butthat’snotTom,and

I’velearnedfromhandlingmyfairshareofdivorcesthattheyrarelygoasyouplanned.

There’saknockonmydoor,andIlookuptoseetheguywhothegirlfromtheelevatorjusthugged

andkissed.Whatthefuck?Ooohshit!She’sTom’swife!

“Mr.Jordan?I’mRalphShipman,NatalieValero’sattorney.”

“Please,callmeJett.Comein.”

“Jett Jordan—that’s got to be the best lawyer name ever,” he says with a sarcastic chuckle. He

closes the door and takes a seat in one of the chairs across from me. His beady eyes squint from the

California sun, and I want to hurt him for snagging a fucking girl like her, especially at his age…but I

won’t.WhatIshoulddoiswhipmycockoutandsetitonthedeskinfrontofhimsohecanseewhata

realmanis.

Ipressthebuttontolowerthewindowshadesandspeak,“Ralph,let’sbehonesthere.Myclient

hascompliedwitheverythingthatMrs.Valerohaswanted,exceptfortheMalibuhouse.”

“PleasecallherNatalie,andthereisareasonforthat.Natalieismyniece.”Nowitmakessense.I

guessI’llsparehim.Regardlessofhowhotsheis,Ireallyjustneedtogetthiscaseoverwith.“Herlate

mother,mywife’ssister,passedawayinthathome.Shewasonhospiceandchosetofinishouttherestof

her days there. So to Natalie, this is about more than just a house. This is about her mother’s final

wishes.”

“IcantryandtalktoTomagain,buthe’sbeenveryadamantaboutthis.”

“Wewouldgreatlyappreciateitifyoudidthat.”

“Okay.Givemeaboutfiveminutes,andthenI’llhaveJasminebringyouguysintotheconference

room.”

Heshakesmyhand,andIgrabthefile,leavingmyoffice.Ralphisbehindme,andthesecondthatI

walkout,IspotNatalie.Shepushesastrandofhairbehindherearandglancesatme.Thatshylookinher

eyesdrivesmewild,andittakeseveryounceofself-controlIhavetonotgotowardsher.

JesusChrist,pullyourshittogether,man.

Walkingintotheconferenceroom,Tomshootsoutofhischairlikethere’safireinhispants.“Well,

it’saboutgoddamntime.”

“Tom,calmdown.It’snoteventeno’clockyet.”

“Did you talk to them? How are we looking?” he asks me, his energetic demeanor in full effect

today,andIfindmyselftryingtofathomherbeingmarriedtoaguylikeTom.He’ssuchanasshole.I’ve

seenitfirsthand.WhatintheworlddidawomanlikeNatalieeverseeinhim?Shedeservessomuch,and

obviously,Tomdidn’tgiveherthat.Justthewayhe’stalkedaboutherduringthedivorceprocess,theguy

isascumbag.

“I spoke to Mr. Shipman, and I have to admit, I’m a little pissed that you didn’t tell me about

Natalie’sconnectiontothebeachhouse.”

“Fuckher.She’sjustmakingexcuses.She’samoneyhungrytwat.”

“Tom,hermompassedawayinthathouse.Doyoureallywantit?”

“Idon’tgiveashitifElvisdiedinthatfuckinghouse,it’smine.Ipaidforitwithmyfirstcheck,and

Iwantit.I’malreadygivingthatbitchfifteenmilliondollars.”

HiscontinueddisrespectfulreferencestoNataliesendatwingeofangershootingthroughme.Butit

also reminds me why I don’t date or frankly deal with women minus a one-night stand every so often.

SeeingdivorcesthewayIhaveandwhattheydotopeoplehaspermanentlyturnedmeofffromnotonly

marriagebutrelationshipstoo.

I don’t even know why his words bother me; he’s my client, and I’ve heard worse from him. I

shouldbeonhisside,butinallhonesty,I’monlydoingthisfortheboxsuitehe’sgiftingmetothefootball

teamheownsinLAaspartofmypayment.Ireallydon’tlikeTomValero,Ineverhave.

“Sowhatyou’retellingmeisyouwanttogotocourt?”Ifirmlyaskhim.

“No,ofcoursenot.”

“Then—”WearecutoffbyJasminewhoknocksandthenenterswithRalphandNatalieintow.Itry

nottostareatNatalie,butit’shard,reallyfuckinghard;hereyesdrawmeinlikeamothtoaflame.I’ve

nevermetawomanwhogivesmethisfeeling,thisinstantwantandneed.It’slikeIhavetosatisfyit,or…

orIdon’twanttothinkwhat’llhappenifIdon’t.Suddenly,Ifindmyselfcontemplatingtakingthistocourt

soIcanseehereveryday.

JesusChrist,I’mlosingmygoddamnmind.

Chapter2

Natalie

It’sbeenalmosttwoyearssinceTomandIsplitup,andIpromisedmyselfIwouldn’tlethimmakemecry

anymore.Now,hereIsit,asobbingmess.Jesus,hewassuchanassholeinthemeetingtoday,goingback

on so many things we’d already agreed upon. Now, it feels like we’re back at square one. Even his

attorneycouldseehewasbeingunreasonable,whichissayingsomethingconsideringRalphsaidhe’sthe

bestdivorceattorneyinLA.

Butfuck,JettJordanissosexyandhotashell,thankGodhewastheretokeepTominlineandto

keepmymindsomewhatdistracted.Imust’vestaredathimtheentiretime.ButithelpedtoquietTom’s

voice as hearing it anymore is like nails to a chalkboard. He’s so degrading and insulting, the way he

keepsaccusingmeofbeingmoneyhungry,whichisthefarthestthingfromthetruth.IwishIdidn’thaveto

takeanyofhismoney,butheforcedmetoquitmyjob.Iwasasuccessfulinteriordesignerwhenwemet.

Now,allthatisadistantmemory.Andmymotherwasindebtoverherheadandbarelyleftmewitha

pennyafterIsettledallofheraffairs.

Now,I’mscaredthatTomwillleavemewithnothing.Iwassohopefulthataface-to-facemeeting

withallofuswouldsettlethingsonceandforall,butitonlystirredthepot.

Looking out at the waves as they crash against the shore, I wipe my eyes dry and take in a deep

cleansing breath. I will not let Tom do this to me. I’ve dealt with years of his shit. Neglect and verbal

abusebecamethenormfromhim—I’mdone.

Closingmyeyes,Igetlostinthesoundsoftheoceanwaves,andasmyminddrifts,Ifindmyself

visualizingJettandthewayhelookedatmeintheelevator.Hislightbrowneyesatemealive,histall,

muscularframe,burstingbeneathhissuit,andhisvoice,sodeepandsexy.

Unexpectedly, my phone rings in the distance, and I almost jump, so lost in my daydream. Going

inside,Ipickitupoffthecouch,assumingit’sRalphwithanupdate.Butit’sanumberIdon’trecognize.

“Hello?”Ianswerhesitantly.

“Natalie?”

“Yeah,who’sthis?”

“It’sJettJordan,Tom’sattorney.”

“Oh,”Irespond,alittleconfusedthatheiscallingmedirectly.

“Doyouhaveafewminutes?Ihavesomethingtorunbyyou.”

“Sure,butIdidn’tthinkyouwereallowedtoreachouttome.Ralphsaid—”

ButJettcutsmeoff,“Idon’thavetimetocallRalphandwaitforhimtogetamessagetoyouand

relayitbacktome.I’vespokenwithTom…again…andIbelievewehaveanofferyou’lllike.”

“Oh—Wow—Okay!”Aboltofexcitementrunsthroughmyveins.AllIwantisforthistobeover

and to be able to keep this house, this place that holds so many memories of my mother and our time

together.ShewasneveraroundmuchwhenIwasyoung.Shewasanaspiringactress,soherworkcame

first,andthatleftme…alone.However,ourtimeherewasdifferent,itwasasifwegotafreshstartand

madeupforallthelosttimefromsomanyyearsago.

“Couldyoucomebymyoffice?”

“Now?”Ihuffintothephone.

“Yes,now,”he’squicktorespond.

“Canyoutellmewhatitinvolves?Doesitincludethebeachhouse?”

“Yes,itdoes.”

“Andmoney?”

“Yes.”

“Okay,I’llberightdown.”

Leavinginahurry,notevencaringthatI’mwearingmyyogapantsandatanktop,Ipraythatthisis

the news I’ve been waiting for. I call Ralph on the drive, so he’s not caught off-guard, but he doesn’t

answer.

Iparkonthestreetandpaythemeter.Lookingupatthedarkbuilding,it’silluminatedwithtonsof

lightstwinklingfromtoptobottom.

StandingintheelevatoronthewayupremindsmeofbeinginherewithJettthismorning.Heacted

likehewasn’tstaring,strippingmenakedwithhiseyes,buthereallydidaterriblejobhidingit.

Oncethedoorsopen,thefloorisprettymuchdesolate.WalkingintoJett’soffice,Inoticetheplaque

onthewallreads,JordanandAssociates.

Sothisishispractice…

His assistant is not at her desk. However, there are a few other people around. I decide against

tellingthemthatI’mheretoseeJettsincehe’stheonethatorderedmehereandwalkuptohisofficedoor.

He’ssittingbehindhishugeglassdesk.Rightaway,helooksupatme.Hismouthturnsintoahuge

grinlikehe’swonthelottery.“Wow,thatwasfast,”hesaysandgesturesmeinside.

“Ineedtogetthisoverwith.”

“Well,closethedoorthen,”heordersmewithaseductivegrinplasteredacrosshischiseledface,

“andhaveaseat.”

Turningthehandle,Itakeadeepbreathinandletitout.Jettisleaningbackinhischair,wearinga

white dress shirt that I can see his abs peeking through. His black pants are tight against his muscular

thighs,andIshakemyhead,actinglikeI’mnottotallycheckinghimout.Itakeaseatacrossfromhimand

stareoff,probablydoingaworsejobthanhedidintheelevator.

Then he gets up and walks around his desk, leaning on the backside of it, the glass so thick it

doesn’tfalterfromtheweightofhisbody,andIfindmyselfimaginingI’mbentoverit.Thewaymybreath

wouldfogitfromhimscrewingme,andheasksme,“Youokay?”

Igivemyheadatinyshake.“Yeah.Yeah,Iam.Ijusthavealotonmymind.”

“IknowTomwasbrutalwhenweallmettodayand…I’msorryforthewayheacted.”

“It’sokay,I’musedtoit,andyoudon’tneedtoapologizeforhim.That’sthewayhe’sbeentowards

meforalongtimenow.”Thinkingbackonhisvenomousoutburstwhenwemetearlierremindsmeofall

the shit years that Tom and I had together. Tears fill my eyes, and embarrassed, I place my head in the

palmsofmyhands.

Jettpullsmetomyfeetandwrapsmeinatighthold.“Don’t,”heordersmeinasternvoice.“Don’t

lethimdothistoyou,Natalie.”

Ichuckleandlookupintohiseyesdancinginthebrightlightofhisoffice.Hismessybrownhair

hasmyfingersitchingtorunthroughitandthenbeforeIknowit,hislipsareonmine,andImeltintohim.

Fuck,Ineedtobekissed.Hetasteslikeheaven,asweetblendofmintandtheoceanbreeze.

Amoanescapesme,andhistongueglidesintomymouth.Heteasesmymouthwithhis,andItighten

mypussy.Mypantiesaremoist,lovingthisattentionthatIhaven’thadinsolong…toolong.

Hishandsroammybody,frommyasstomybreasts,‘tilhe’sholdingthesidesofmyface,andwe

stop,lookingintooneanother’seyes,solostinthislust-filledconnection.Thenhewhisperstome,“God,

I’vewantedtodothatsinceIlaideyesonyou.”

Ikisshimmoredeeply,gettinglostinthismoment.Forgettingaboutwhoheisandhowwrongofme

itistodothis.Because,rightnow,Ineedthis.Ineedtofeelhishandsonme.Thenoutoftheblue,he

snakeshisstronghandintomypantsandcupsmysex.“You’resowet,”hesays.

“Don’ttalk,”Itellhimandpullhislipsbacktomine.Myhandslidesupthebackofhisneck,and

finally, after way too much time thinking about it this morning, I touch his hair. It’s as smooth as silk

beneathmyfingers.Idon’twanttothinkabouthimbeingTom’sattorneyorthatwecan’tdothisagainor

anythingelse.Ijustwanthimtotouchme,topleaseme.Thenslowly,Imeanpainfullyslowly,heskims

openmypussylipsandtouchesmyclit.Thesensationalonealmostmakesmecome.

Ihaven’thadamantouchmeinoverayear.Mybodyissohungryforattentionthatmynervesare

allonhigh-alert,tinglinginanticipation.Hiscockishardagainstmyleg,andasmuchasIwanttotouch

it, I can’t bring myself to move, not with what he’s doing to me. My mind is screaming for more, even

thoughthisissowrong,butmybody,fuck,he’sgotmybodylockedunderaspell.

Thenheaddsone,followedbyasecondfingerinsidemeandIgasp.Hisarmstillhasatighthold

aroundme,andIfeellikeI’mlosingmyholdonreality.

“Jesus,you’retight.”

Mybreathingisharsh—ragged—ashepumpsmypussythewaynoothermaneverhaswithonlyhis

hand.Hisfingershavemeonacloud,floatingfromthepleasurehe’sgivingme.Sogentle,yetatadbit

roughandIlikeit.

Hislipsmovetomyneck,wherehenipsandsucksontheskin,sendingachillthroughmybonesall

thewaytothetipsofmyfingers.Leaningmyheadback,Iwhimper,alreadyabouttocomeundone,and

giveovertohimandthecontrolhehas.

Thensomeoneknocksonhisofficedoor,anditstopsmyorgasmfrombeginning,buthedoesn’tstop

orrespondtotheknock.

Heonlypaysattentiontome.“Comeforme,”hecommands,andasIlookintohiseyes,Itrusthim

andwanttocome.Forgettingabouteverything,goodandbad,rightandwrong,Irelishinthepleasurehe’s

givingme,lostunderhisgazethatissoconsuming.Hewaitsformetodoashesayswhilehisfingers

fuckmesowell.“Onesecond,”heyellstowhoeverisoutsidethedoor,thenhesaysinaharshertoneto

me.“Come!Now!”

And my body falls from this world, spiraling in a heady tailspin of bliss, blazing with so much

ecstasyIdon’tknowwhathe’sdoingtomeorhow.Iwhineloudlyandhecoversmymouth,butwhispers

intomyear,“That’sit,comehardformelikeagoodgirl.”

My body finally settles, and he sits my ass back in the chair. Licking his own fingers dry, as he

readjusts his cock, he sits in his chair across from me. “Come in,” he calls out, and in walks an older

womanwithasweetsmileonherface.“Oh,Mr.Jordan,I’msorry,Ididn’tknowyouhadaclient.”Her

accentisSouthern,andIwanttotellherit’sokay,somaybeshe’llstayforabitandletmepullmyself

backtogetherfromthewhirlwindofafinger-bangingIjusttook.

ButIcan’tfindmyvoice.Ican’tevenfeelmyfingersasIlookdownatthemsplayedacrossmy

thighs. I haven’t come from being fingered since I was in high school. And looking at Jett as he signs

papers for the woman, with his hand that was just inside of me, I think I could come from just about

anythinghedoes.

ButIcan’t.WhatamIthinking?He’sTom’slawyeranddabblinginthatsortofshitisboundtoget

usbothintrouble.IfTomfoundoutwhatwe’djustdone,he’dbesurethatIwasleftwithnothing.Ican

imagineitnow,theprideTomwouldtakemakingmefeellikeaslutandthenaccusingmeofbeingwith

Jettjusttogetmoremoneyfromhim.

“Thankyou,Cindy,”Jettsaysasthewomanleavesandclosesthedoorbehindher.Ipeekbackatit

scared,andI’mnotsurewhy.Ilikewhathejustdidtome,andifI’mbeinghonestwithmyself,Iwishhe

coulddomore.

Neitherofussaysathing,anditremindsmeoftheawkwardsilencewehadintheelevatorwhile

webothpretendedhewasn’tfantasizingaboutmyass.“Tellmewhatyou’rethinking?”hefinallyasks.

“Thatwassowrong.”

“Isthatyourheadorbodytellingyouthat?”

“Doesn’tmatter!Weshouldn’tdothis.No,wecan’tdothis.”

“That’sjustyourhead.What’syourbodysaying?Tellme.”He’ssoblunt;Iloveit.

“It’s…it’sscreamingformore.”

“Natalie,listen,IknowthisiswrongandunethicalofmetocrossthelinewithyouthewayIhave,

butIcan’thelpmyself.Ineedmoreofyou,eventhoughIshouldn’t.”

“Youdon’tevenknowme,Jett.”

“ButIwantto.”

“Sowhat,youwannafuckanduseme,thenonceyou’vesatisfiedthaturgeyoucanmoveon?”

“No!”heyellsloudly,andIjumpalittle.Clearly,I’veagitatedhim.“Beingwithyoulikethismakes

mewanttoknowyoubetter.”

“Jett, let’s slow down. I came here for the offer you have from Tom, not this. It was great. But I

needtoknowwhatitisthathe’sofferingsoIcanendthingswithhimbeforeIcanevenconsiderstarting

somethingelse.”

Jett looks down at his hands which are folded across his desk, and I stare too, finding myself

wantinghimtofingermeagaindespitewhatIjustsaid.“I…Idon’thaveanofferforyou…yet,Natalie.”

Rageconsumesme.Hewhat?Heusedme.Helied.Heluredmedownherewithonethingandone

thingonlyonhismind…sexorwhateverthefuckyou’dcallwhathejustdidtome.Butthepointishe

lied,thesamewayallmenlie.

Chapter3

Jett

“Getit,”Itellmydog,Oliver,ashedartsintothecoolPacificOceanafterhisfavoriteneonblueball.

It’searlyinthemorning,andadensefoghassettledonthebeach.Thisisoneofmyfavoritetimes

ofthedaywhenIcanrelaxmywoundupmindandfocusonthingsasawhole.

Oliverrunsbacktome,hiswet,tancoatisdripping,buthehashisballtuckedintohisteethanda

hugesmileonhisface.“Dropit,”Itellhimandhelistensrightaway.Ichuckitagain,walkingdownthe

wetsand.AsItryandpullmythoughtstogether,theyareallonNatalieandhowIfuckedup.

Christ,beingwithherlikethatwasbetterthanIevercould’vefantasizedandshedidn’teventouch

me. Her lips, her smell, her noises, her kisses, her tight fuckin’ cunt, that woman is unreal. Typically, I

don’tdateorhaveadesireto,butshe’sgotmymindspunup.

Andit’snotlikemetohaveawomancloudmythoughts.Especiallyseeingthewreckandruinof

relationshipsparadingthroughmyoffice,dayinanddayout.Watchingpeoplewhooncelovedeachother

turnononeanotherandspewhateandpoison,theydon’tmakemarriagelookgood,that’sfordamnsure.

Now, for the first time in my life, the thoughts and feelings I’m having towards Natalie are making me

wanttotaketheveryriskI’veswornoff.

ItwaswrongofmetolurehertomyofficethewayIdid,butIhonestlythoughtTommightbreak,

andIhadtoseeher,soitwaseitherthatorshowupatherhouselikeastalker.

Onthewalkbacktomyhouse,Icallmyassistant.“Goodmorning,Mr.Jordan.”

“HiJasmine,couldyoupleasedomeafavorwhenyougetintotheoffice?”

“I’malreadyhere;Icameinearly.”

“Great.CanyoupullalltherealestatedocumentsfortheValerodivorce?”

“Sure,shouldIemailthemtoyou?”

“Yes,thatwouldbegreat.”

Wehangup,andItakeaseatonahugewasheduplog.It’sbeenhereformonthsnow.Itcamein

duringastormandhasbeenstuckeversince.Lookingoutatthevastview,Icontemplatehowtomake

thingsrightwithNatalie.IknowIneedtotreadlightly.Clearly,shehasbeenhurtbymen,Icantelljustby

thecommentsshe’smadeaboutthemandfromworkingforherassholesoon-to-beex-husband.

Oliversitsnexttome,andIscratchthetopofhiswethead.Poorguymust’vegottentoppledbya

wave.

Gettingbacktomyhouse,mymindstilldoesn’tfeelclear,andI’mnotsurehowtofixit.Ishower

thencheckmyemailandseetheonefromJasmine.LookingthroughitatallthepropertiesTomowns,it’s

ridiculous.Nopersonneedsthatmanyhouses,nomatterwhotheyare.Hereallycouldputhismoneyto

betteruse.

Getting into my car, I make the short trip up the coast of Malibu to Natalie’s beach house. I’m

surprisedI’veneverseenherbeforeconsideringhowcloseinproximitywelivetoeachother.

Thehouseismassive,anextravagantglassfortress.AsIwalkuptothefrontdoor,IreplaywhatI

plantosaytoheroverandoverinmymind.

Pressingdownonthedoorbellbutton,Ifindmypalmsclammy,andthat’safirst.

Sheanswersinapairofsweats,herlonghairdowntoherwaist,andIswallow,completelytaken

aback.Ithoughtshelookedamazinginyogapants,butdamn,she’ssexyinsweats.

“Whatareyoudoinghere?”sheasksaggravated.

“Firstofall,I’msorry.Ishouldn’thavedonewhatIdid.Butwouldyoupleasehearmeout?”

“Why?Soyoucanlietomeagain?”

“Ididn’tmeantolie,Natalie.”

“Butyoudid.”

“Yes,Idid.”

“Jett,IdealtwithyearsofTomlying,sothatisthelastthingIneed.”

“Iknow,andagainI’msorry.ButIhadtoseeyou.”

“Thenyoushould’veasked.”

“Iknow.ButIhaveanidea,wouldyouletmeexplain?”

Shestepsoutoftheway,andIenterherhome.Itsmellslikeher,andIthinkI’vefinallyworkedout

whatitis:cottonandthefreshseaair.“Doyouwantcoffee?”

“No,thanks.”

She sits on the couch with her coffee in hand, and I sit next to her, making sure that I keep my

distanceeventhoughIwouldprefertoclimbontopofherandputmycockinbetweenhersexylips.

“Well?”sheasks,andIshakeawaythecrudethoughts.

“Natalie,Ilikeyou,andIwantyoutoknowthateventhoughItechnicallyworkforTom,I’monly

doingitbecausehe’sgiftingmeaboxsuitetohisteamaspartofthepayment.”Shesipshercoffee,not

responding,andI’mfindingherhardtoread.I’mnotsureifit’sbecauseshe’spissedorifit’sbecause

she’s playing hard to get. “Before you came to my office yesterday, I spoke with Tom for over thirty

minutes.”

“Ibetthatwasbrutal,”shesaysunderherbreath,andIsmile.

“Itwas,butIwantedtobreakhimandgetadealforyou.Itrulyhaveyourbestinterestsinmind.I

thoughtIcouldmakeithappen.IhopedIcould,butIcouldn’twaitforhimanylonger.LikeIsaid,Ihadto

seeyou.”

“Thenwhynotaskmetodinner?”

“Becausewecan’tbeseenouttogether.”

“Butit’sokayforyoutofingermeinyouroffice?”

“Icouldn’thelpmyself,Nat,youhavetobelieveme.”

“ButyouworkforTom,Jett—”

“Technically,yes!”hecutsmeoff.“Buthonestly,myinterestsareinyou.Idon’tlikeTom.Theway

hetreatsyou,he’slikearelentlesspitbull—hewon’tstop,andit’sdisturbing.Letmehelpyouendthis,

andinreturn,I’monlyaskingthatyougivemeachance.”

“Whatdoesthatlooklike?”

Reachingover,Itouchhercheek.Sheautomaticallyleansintomytouchandcloseshereyes.“Do

youlikethis?”Iaskher,andshenods.Withhereyesstillclosed,Idon’tsayanotherword.Ileaninand

kissheragain.Theinstantourmouthstouch,acombustionofsexualtensioncloudsmysenses,andIfind

myselfquicklyhoveringoverher.Herslimbodyisoutstretchedbeneathmine.Herlegsslacktothesides,

andIcan’thelpbutgrindmycockagainsther.

She whines and pushes hard against my lips, letting me kiss her aggressively, and then drops her

headback.Mymouthattacksherbodywithkisses.Herneckissosoft,andasImoveovertheridgeofher

collarbone,itfitsperfectlybeneathmyteeth.IniponthethinskinandknowthatIhavetohaveherandit

won’tbejustonce.

Draggingmytonguedownthemiddleofherchest,shekeepsurgingherhipsupwards.Mydickis

strainingagainsttheinsideofmypantssohardthetipisnumb.

I pull her shirt down and pop out one of her tits. Her hard pink nipple almost makes me lose my

mind,andIhavetostop,holdingitinbetweenmyfingertips.

“What’swrong?”sheasks,andIshakemyhead.Thereisabsolutelynothingwrong,butifIdon’t

takethingsslowlyrightnow,I’llenduptearingherclothesofflikeshe’safuckingbirthdaypresentand

drillinghersodeepshewon’tbeabletositstraightforaweek.

“Iwantyou,”Itellher.

Andshelooksupatmewithuncertainty.“Idon’tknowwhatyou’redoingtome,Jett,butIwantyou

too.AndIdon’tdothis;Idon’tsleeparound.I’veonlyeverbeenwithafewguys.”

Hearing her say that makes me want her more. She’s probably never been treated right or shown

whatherbodyiscapableof.She’sbeenstuckwithsomeschleplikeTom,whodoesn’tgivearealshit

aboutherdesires.

MyphoneringsandIignoreit,onlyfocusingonNatalie.“Don’tyouneedtogetthat?”sheasksme,

andIshakemyhead,leaningintoherneckasIpushawaythenoise,butassoonasitstops,itstartsagain,

andangrilyIanswerit.“What?”

“Mr.Jordan,you’reduetobeincourtregardingtheLorenzocaseinthirtyminutes,Ijustwantedto

remindyousinceyou’renothereyet.”

“I’llbethere,”IsnapatJasmineandhangup.

Dammit!

I’mpissedatmyself.HowdidInotrememberthatIhadcourttoday?Iknowexactlyhow.Natalie.

She’scloudingmyjudgment.She’smakingmedoandthinkthingsIneverwouldhavebeforeImether.“I

havetogo,”Itellher,andshelooksupatmewiththoseeyes.Thosesexyfuckingeyesthatarebegging

metofuckher,anditkillsmetogo.

“Canyoucometomyofficethisafternoon,sayoneo’clock?Iwannaseewhatwecandotoendthis

withTomonceandforall.”

“Okay,” she says, and I kiss her one last time, leaving her lying beautifully on her plush white

couch.Herlegsarestillspreadopenforme,andherpantshaveasmallmarkingofwetnessonthem.I’m

notsureifit’sfromherorme,butregardless,hadthatgoneanylongerwebothwould’vebeenawhole

lotwetter.I’mnotdonewithNatalieValero…farfromit.

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“It’sokay,Ralph,justgiveitafewmoredays,”Itellmyuncleregardingthedivorcesettlement.Idon’t

wanttolethimknowwhathappenedbetweenJettandI.Ican’thaveTomfindingoutthatthere’sasmidge

ofanythinggoingonbetweenus.He’dfliphisfuckinglid,‘causethat’sthewayTomis.

WhenIfirstmetTom,Ithoughthisgoofy,energeticbehaviorwasfun,butthenitbecametoomuch,

sooverpoweringandcontrolling,andnotinagoodway.HeorderedmearoundlikeIwashisproperty

andbecameverballyabusiveifIdidn’tdoexactlywhathewanted.

Thenwhenmymomdied,theprickcouldn’tseemtotakeanytimeoffworktobethereforme,even

thoughitwastheoff-seasonforfootball.AndIwassoconsumedwithdoingeverythingIcouldtosavemy

mother,buttherewasnothingtobedone—thecancerwastoobad.IfelthurtthatTomwasn’tsupportive

at all. It was the last straw for me. I dealt with his shit for far too long, so I finally said enough was

enough.Deepdown,IknewlongbeforethatourmarriagewasoverandIshould’veendedthingsearlier.

NowallIcandoismoveforwardandnotlethimscrewmeovereveragain.

Youhungry?Jetttextsme,andIsmirkalittle,wonderingwhat’llhappenwhenwemeettoday.The

lasttwotimeswe’veseenoneanother,thepullofsexualtensionhasbeenthroughtheroof,unlikeanything

I’veeverexperiencedbeforeandthat’snewtome.Butforsomereason,whenitcomestoJett,hehasme

curious—needy—wantingmore.

Icouldeat.

IbetyoucouldishisresponseandIfeellikeIblushamilliondifferentshadesofred,standingin

themiddleofmybedroom.

Since Jett left my house this morning, he’s all I can think about, and the distraction is nice for a

change.Forthefirsttimeinawhile,I’mnotconsumedwiththestressesofTomandthedivorce.

Hopping in my car, I put the top down, enjoying the warm day. It’s still seventy-five degrees in

JanuaryandoneofthereasonsIlovelivinginCalifornia.Ialsogrewuphere,soit’stheonlyplaceI’ve

evercalledhome.

Trafficislight,andIfindmyselfgettinglostinadaydreamaboutJett.MyphoneringsandIanswer

itautomatically.

“Hello?”

“How’smyslutofawife?”Tomasks,hisvoicelikeanicepickstraightthroughmyskull.

“Whatthefuckdoyouwant,Tom?”

“Ineedtousethebeachhouse.”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout?”

“Remember,Jerryisgettingmarried,Iwanttohavehisbachelorpartythere.”

“Youcan’tbeserious?”

“SureIcan.”

“Outofallthehousesyouown,youwanttohaveitattheoneIlivein?”

“Yup,soI’llneeditallweekendlong.Itrustyoucanbeoutby…let’ssaynoononSaturday?You

canspendmoreofmymoneyattheWaldorforsomething.”

“Tom,pleasedon’t.”

“Don’twhat?”hesnapsatme.“Thehouseisinmyname,Natalie,youneedtostartseeingthat.I

don’tcareifyourwashedupmotherspentherfinaldaysthereornot.It’smine.”

“Don’tdothis,I’mbeggingyou.It’sthelastthingIhaveofher.”

“Fuckyou,Natalie,”hebarksandhangsuponme.Tearsprickmyeyes.WhatIfinallythoughtwas

sometimeawayfromhimcloudingmythoughts…isn’t…atall.Tomknowsjusthowtoshitonme.

ParkingoutfrontofJett’sbuilding,Ipullmyselftogether,andnowmorethanever,I’mdetermined

toendthis.IneedtobedonewithTom,onceandforall,andifJettcanhelpmedoit,thensobeit.

“I’m here to see Mr. Jordan,” I tell Jett’s assistant and before she can make a move, he exits his

office.

“Thank you for coming in, Mrs. Valero.” Then he directs me into his office and gently closes the

door.Pinningmybackagainstit,hemakesmelosemybreathashiseyeseatmealive.

“You’ve been crying?” he questions me, and I try to brush him off, but he doesn’t let me. “What

happened?”heordersmetotellhim,andIshakemyhead.Hesitsmedowninoneofthechairsinfrontof

hisdeskandkneelsbetweenmylegs.

“Talktome.”

“Tomcalled,”Itellhim,keepingmyvoicecalmandmyemotionscomposed.

“And?”

“Hewantsmeoutofthebeachhousethisweekend,sohecanthrowaparty—abachelorparty.”

“Outofallthehousesheowns,hewantsyours?Why?”

Ilaughoutloud.“‘Causehehatesme,Jett.”

“CallRalph,rightnow,andtellhimwhathappened.Demandthathecallmeandputastoptoit.”

“Youwoulddothat?”

“Fuckyeah,Iwould.Itoldyou,I’monyourside.”

Takingoutmycellphone,IcallRalphanddoexactlywhatJetttoldmeto.Afterwehangup,it’snot

butafewsecondslaterandJett’ssecretarypatchesRalphthrough.

AsJett talks to him, his eyes areon me. He’s so serious; I can seewhy he is the best at what he

does.

JetthangsupanddialsTomonspeaker.IwanttotellhimtotakeitoffbecauseIdon’twanttohear

hisvoice.Butasthephonerings,IworryTomwillanswerasIspeak.

Tom’sphonegoestovoicemail,andJettsays,“Tom,Ijustreceivedaphonecallfromyourwife’s

attorney.Ineedyoutocallmeimmediately.”Hehangsup,andIaskhim,“Whydidn’tyoutellhimwhatit

wasabout?”

“BecauseI’velearnedhowTomis,ifItryandreprimandhim,he’llignoreme.ButifhethinksI

haveanewoffer,he’llbealloverit.Sowedon’thavemuchtimetocomeupwithagameplan.Canyou

thinkofanythingwecanuseagainst,Tom?”

Helooksatmeagain,thesameconsumingwayhealwaysdoes,andIflatoutaskhim,“Whyareyou

reallydoingthisforme?”

“Itoldyou,Iwantyoutogiveusachance.Ineedtoknowyou,Natalie.”

Hearing his words, they swirl through my mind, and I find myself needing to know him too. Men

don’tspeaklikethat,atleasttheonesI’veknown…theyjustdon’t.

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Jett

“Fuckher,Jett,lethertakethistocourt.”

“Tom,asyourlawyer,Ihavetoadviseyouwhenyou’rebeingunreasonable,andrightnow,youare

beingextremelyunreasonable.”

AfterNatalieandItalkedforoveranhourearlierandmanagedtokeepourhandsoffeachother,

I’velearnedthatunfortunately,she’sgotnothingonhimthatshecanuseasleverage.He’skepthersoin

the dark on everything in his life that it’s not even funny. She doesn’t even know the name of the high

schoolhewenttoorwherehegrewup.Talkaboutamatchnotmadeinheaven.

“I’mnotbudging.ThathousewasthefirsthomeIboughtonmyown.It’snothers.”

“You have two dozen other homes, all worth double the amount of the one she wants, and now

you’retryingtokickherout,tothrowaparty?”

“Whosesideareyouonhere,Jett?”

“Yours,ofcourse,butifwegotocourt,you’llbeoutmorethanfifteenmillionandabeachhouse—

that I’m sure of,” I quickly answer, wanting to reassure him that I am on his side and let him know his

persistenceinnotsettlingandalwayspushingNataliebackisgoingtocomebackandbitehimintheface.

“Thisdiscussionisover.Youneedtomanupandstartfuckingactinglikeyouhavemybestinterests

inmind.”Hehangsuponme,andrightnow,ifitweren’tforthefeelingsIhaveforNatalie,I’dquit.He’s

suchamotherfuckingprickthathecan’tevenseestraight.Heneedsarealitycheckandquick,butthereis

no way a man like Tom Valero will ever get one. He’s got more money than most people could ever

dreamofandheusesittohisadvantage.Likenow,he’sjusttryingtoscrewheroverandkeeptheone

thingshewants.

Looking through the paperwork for the divorce, I feel like I’ve gotten nothing else accomplished

today. I have another case that might go to court if we can’t snag a deal, and if that happens, I’ll be

scrambling,andthat’snotwhatJettJordandoes.

Maybethisallisn’tworththebattle;Imean,therearebillionsofwomenintheworld,sowhyamI

hunguponthisone,theoneIjustmet?AndIknowbetterthananyonehowbadlyrelationshipscanend.I

seeitallthetime.

Feelingfrustratedandspentfromtheday,Iheadout.Thedaysofsleepingonthecouchinmyoffice

are long gone. Oliver needs a walk and I…I need a fucking drink and to jerk off after the hard-on I’ve

beenbattlingwithalldayafterbeingaroundNatalie.

***

“Heybuddy,”IsaytomyexcitedLabradorashegreetsmeatthedoor.“Youreadytoplayfetch?”I

askhimandsetmystuffdown.Thatsingleword,“fetch,”driveshimwild.Hegrabshisfavoriteballand

sitsatthebackslidingdoor,staringout—waiting.

Changingintoapairofshortsandalong-sleevedt-shirt.IpourmyselfahugeglassofScotchbefore

weleave.ThesecondIopenthedoor,Oliverdartsofflikeamaniac,andIwishIhadhisliferightnow.

Notaworryintheworldbutexploringandchasingafuckingball.

“Bringittome,”Itellhimaswewalkdownthesand.Thesunisjuststartingtoset,andit’slow

hightide.Thewavesarefarout,anditgivesusahugespacetowalk.Oliverdropshisball,andIgrabit,

lobbingitasfarasIcan,puttingeverysingleounceofpentupfrustrationintoit.

Herunshard,andIfollowinhisdirection,notsurehowfarwewillwalk,butknowingthesoundof

thewavesalwayshelpsmetoclearmymind.

SippingonmyScotch,wejustkeepgoing.Thesunhasnowset,andonlyasmallamountoflight

stillgracesthesky.

WrackingmybrainforananswertohelpNatalie,IwonderwhatTomwoulddoifshereallydid

takehimtocourt?Hetalksahugegame,butcouldthatbewhatneedstohappentomakehimbuckleand

settlethings?

Oliverbringsmehisball,andIthrowitagain.Thenhespeedsoffonamissionafterit.AsIgetto

the large beach-bound tree, I lean against the worn wood and look out at the last of the view from the

barelylitsky.Ihadn’trealizedhowfarwe’dwalkeduntilnow,butIguessIneededit.

LookingatOliverasheswimsoutoftheoceanwater,Iwaitforhimtobringmehisball,buthe

dartsofftowardssomeonewalking.“Oliver?”Iyellandwhistleforhisreturn,buthegreetstheperson

first,thencomesback.“Sorry,”Ihollerandgiveawavetowhoeverhisfriendwasandfocusbackouton

theocean.

“It’sallright,”Nataliesays,catchingmebysurpriseafewsecondslater.Istareupather;hereyes

aretemptingtomeevenindarkness.

“Youknow,Iwaswonderingwhyweneverseeeachotherouthere,consideringhowclosewelive

tooneanother,”Itellher.

She leans on the wood next to me and says, “I don’t walk often, but seeing how suffocated I’m

feelingfromallofTom’sshit,Ihadtoclearmymind.”

“Itriedagaintotalktohimthisafternoon,butI’mstartingtofeellikeit’salostcause.”

Taking a sip of my whiskey, I pass it to her, and she smells the cup. Then she shares it with me,

takingamouthfulbeforepassingitback.“Wow,that’ssomestrongshit.”

“It’s good, though,” I tell her as we stand together. This close, her scent is intoxicating me, and I

findmymindspinning.Everythinginsideofmeisaccelerated,myheartisracing,allthebloodisrushing

tomydick,andmyfistsaretense.Ineedtohavemyhandsonher—insideher.

Reachingover,Itouchherface,hersoftskinishotbeneathmyfingertips,andIgoin,crashingour

mouths together. The instant the puzzle pieces click, we blend together as one, she moans, that soft tiny

littlemoanshedidwhenIfingeredher,andIalmosttearherpantsoffandfuckherrighthere.Afterall,

it’sinevitable.

But before I can make a move, she holds my cock through my shorts, and I push hard against her

delicatehand.Alowgrowlburnsfromdeepwithinme.“I’dstopnow,ifIwereyou,”Itellherpulling

awayforabriefsecond,butshedoesn’tstop.Infact,shedoesthecompleteopposite.Shestandsinfront

ofme,hereyesconcentratingononethingandonethingonly—mycock.“WhenhaveyouandIstopped,

sincethisallstarted?”sheasksme.

Then she reaches inside my shorts and grips my shaft, her fingers holding me perfectly while she

givesmejerksofpleasure,myfingersdiggingatthebark.Thenasshewrestlesmycockfrommyshorts,I

takeadrinkofwhiskeyandlookherintheeye.Soonthedarknesswillbetoomuchtoseeeachother.

She breaks our eye contact and drops, wrapping her mouth around my cock, swirling her tongue

aroundme.Ifighttheurgetocomeinhersweetmouth.Mybreathingisfast;thisisnotthemanthatIam.

I’mamachine—Istayincontrol—Icangoforhours.ButwithNatalie,sheseemstohavetakenthataway.

Ifighttokeepit,butthesecondshemoldshertightlipsaroundme,myballstightenwantingtocomeas

shebobsfiercelyupanddownmyshaft.

Jesus,hermouthisheavenly.

“Fuck,yousuckagoodcock,”Igruntwantingtoslamintoher,butknowingthatIcan’t.IfImovean

inch,I’llloseit.Mywordsmakehersuckharder—faster—andIreachforherhair.It’spiledinamound

ontopofherheadjustlikeitwaswhenIfirstlaideyesonher.Knottingmyfingersintoit,Ipullherback

andhelpherkeepmoving.

Withherbodyshroudingmine,Idomybesttokeepmycockblockedfromthepassingbywalkers.I

knowIshouldstopher,butIcan’t,andit’sdarkout.Olivergivesthemeachasniff,andIwave.Icanonly

makeouttheirshadowsinthedimlight,butIcantelltheywaveback.

They must be able to tell what we are doing, because they chuckle and she pulls off of me,

obviouslyhearingthemandnowcompletelymortified.“OhmyGod,whydidn’tyoustopme?”sheasks.

“Icouldn’t.”

“Doyouthinktheysawanything?”

“Maybe,butit’sdark,sowhocares?”

Sheburiesherfaceintomyneck,andIholdhersnugly,stillhornyandneedingtocome.“Icannot

believeyou,JettJordan.”

AndI’msureit’snotthefirsttimeshe’lltellmethat.

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“Haveyoulivedherelong?”IaskJettashepoursuseachaglassofScotch.

“Aboutayear.”

AsIlookaroundathishouse,Iwonderifhedecorateditorhiredsomeone.It’ssobeautiful,all

neutralcolorsandmodernfurniture.I’mnotonebitanxiousornervoustobehere,either.IfanythingI’m

excitedforwhatweareabouttodo.Hehandsmemydrink,hiseyescarnal,eatingmeupwhilehetakes

hiswhiskeyinonegulp.Thenhetakesthehemofmyshirtandliftsitabovemyhead.“Doyouhaveany

ideahowgorgeousyouare?”heasksme,hiswordssosweet.Noothermanhaseverspokentomethe

way Jett does, from his demanding and domineering self to his soft side that is hidden way beneath his

exterior.

“Thankyou,”Iwhisper,andhishandsroammybody.

“Drinkup,”hesays,andItakeasip,thenI’mrewardedbyhislipsonmineasheholdsbothofmy

breastsinhislargecommandinghands.“Again,”heordersmeandthesecondIdo,heswirlshistongue

aroundoneofmynipples,heatradiatingthroughoutmybreasts.“Uhhuh,”Imoan,standinginthisstunning

home,withthisgorgeouscapablemangettingreadytomakemedothingsI’velikelyneverdonebefore.

“Tellmewhatyouwant,”heordersme,hisvoicelacedwithpassionasheswitchesbetweenmy

breasts,teasingandprovokingeachofthem.

“Whateveryouwant.”I’mbreathlessinmyresponse,andhestops,pullingbackandstaresatme.

“Don’ttellmethat.”

“Whynot?”ItakeanothersipbothbecauseIknowhewantsmetoandbecausetheScotchisreally

good.

“BecauseImighthogtieyouandstuffyoufullofdildos.”

“Wouldyoudothat?”

“Maybe,ifyouwantedmeto.That’swhyIneedyoutotellmewhatyouwant.”

“Iwantwhatyouwant.”

“Iwanttotieyoutomybedandfuckyouhard,”hesays.

“I’veneverbeentiedup,butIwantyourcockinsideme.”Ifinishmywhiskeyandsettheempty

glassdown.Helooksatitwithasatisfiedsmirkthenliftsmeoffmyfeetandcarriesmeoutofthekitchen

andintohisbedroom.

“CanIbeyourfirst?”heasksme,hiseyesblazingwithpassion.Inod,forsomereasontrustingin

thismanthatIbarelyknow.

Thelightingislow,andhishugebedlooksinviting.Gently,helaysmebackonit,andIwaitfor

himtomakeamovetowardsme,butheleavestheroom,andI’mnotreallysurewhattodo.Ifocusonthe

ceilingandnotlosingcontrolofmybreathing.

He comes back into the room with a mound of rope in his hand and asks me, “Is this okay?” I

swallowfeelingnervous…that’salotofrope!ButI’malsointriguedandhavenoideawhattoexpect.

“Willithurt?”

“Ifyoufightit,itcan.ButIpromisethesecondyouaskmetountieyou,Iwill.”

“Okay,”Iagree,andheleansdown,kissingmehard,grindingourbodiestogether.Beingthisclose

to having him inside of me, I’m almost tempted to tell him to screw the rope and just fuck me. But he

straddlesmybody,pinningmedownandIfindthatIlikethefeelingofbeinghelplessbeneathhim.

Withmyleftarminhishand,hebeginstowrapmywristupandthenhopsoffofmeasheslidesthe

end of the rope through a hook in his bed. Rolling to my side, I look at his headboard, and there is a

custom hook installed on it. My heart races ever more, provoked from the small metal ring that is so

delicatelyboltedtohisbed.

Hemovestomyothersideandsecuresmyrightarmandthenasksme,“Yougood?”

“Yeah,”Itellhim,notfeelingonebitscaredofwhathe’sabouttodo—justexcitement.Sincethe

momentImetJett,therehasbeenanattractionbetweenus,apullofsorts,andIdon’twanttofightit.I

wanttogiveintoit…tohim.

Hekneelsonthebed,hishardcockpressingagainsthisshortsandheslideshisfingersbeneaththe

waistofmypants,gentlypeelingthemoffmybody.Heleavesmypantiesonandstaresatmysexthrough

them,touchingmegentlywithhisthumb.“You’rewetforme.”

“Iwantyou.”

“Howbad?”

“Reallybad.”Leaningdownhekissesmysexandthenbitesmypantieswithhisteeth,neveronce

touchingmyskin,beforehedragsthemallthewaydownmylegs.

Lookingathimundressmewithhismouthhasmesohot.Iwanttotouchhim,topullhimontopof

me,andIrealizenowwhyhehasmetiedup.Sohecanhavethecontrol.Sohecanmakeallthemoves,

‘causeifitwereuptome,I’dalreadyberidinghim.

“Ican’twaittotasteyou,”hetellsmeandtuckshishandsbeneathmythighs,spreadingmewideas

hepullsmypussyuptohimandmoldshislipsaroundmyclit.

Theinstanthetouchesme,Iwhimper,pullingagainsttherope,andI’mremindedofwhathesaid—

it’llonlyhurt ifIfight it.SoI staystill…verystill. Zoningin onhislips andhistongue. Thewayhe’s

working my pussy is something else. It’s like he knows what I want even though we’ve never been

togetherlikethis.I’veneverhadamantakesomuchtimeandshowmesomuchattentionlikeJetthas,and

we’reonlygettingstarted.

Pushingmyheadbackagainstthepillow,hehasmesoclose.MycriesarcandIgiveovertothe

pleasure, letting him take my orgasm. The first of the night and I have a feeling this will be the first of

manythingsthatJettJordanwilltakefromme.

Fireblazesfrommyheadtomytoes,andIscreamhisnameashisperfecttongueworkswaveafter

waveofthismind-blowingorgasm.Thenhestaresupatmewiththosesexylightbrowneyes,hismouth

stillonmyclit.

My body settles, and he pulls back, sliding two fingers inside my cunt. “That was amazing,” I

breathlesslyrespond.EverypartofmeissosensitivethatIwanthimtostop,togivemeasecond,buthe

doesn’tletup.Hejustkeepspleasingme.Thenheturnshishandaroundandbeginstoworkadelicate

spotinsideme.

MyfacecontortsasItryandprocesswhathe’sdoingtome,but…I…Ican’tfocusonathingasJett

pullsandpusheshisfingersinsideme.Iletupontheropes,realizingthatI’mpullingagainstthem.

LookingattheceilingasIcatchmybreath,heslowlystops.Ifeelhimmovingaroundonthebed,

thenheasksme,“Areyouonbirthcontrol?”InodashepullsoffhisshortsandIlookdownathisstiff

cockwhichisclearlyready.Jesus,hehasthebiggestdickI’veeverseen.Ididn’tfullyappreciateitinthe

darkwhenIsuckedhimonthebeach.Hemovesitrightovermyslitandpushestowardsme,stretchingmy

pussywide,fightingitswayinsideme.Lookingdown,he’shoveringoverme.Hishandsareballedinto

fistsoneithersideofme,andIcan’tbelievewearedoingthis.Slowlyhepumpshiswayfurtherintome,

hisbigcockasnugfit.“Fuck,you’retight,”hegroans,andIspreadmylegswider,notsureifhe’llfitall

theway.

“It’snotme;you’refuckinghuge.”

“Wait ‘til I’m drilling you,” he says, and I want to touch him. This man has me so unbelievably

hornyrightnowit’sinsane.

“Untieme?”Iask,andhestops,nowalmostallthewayinsideme.

“Why?”

“Iwanttotouchyou.”

Withoutbreakingourconnection,heleansovermybodyanduntieseachwrist.Movingmyhandsto

hissculptedmuscleswiththeropestillboundaroundmywrists,Iruneveryridgeofhismusclesbeneath

myfingertipsandlethimworkme.

Mypussyisstretchedwide—he’ssobigthatIcan’teventightenmyselfaroundhim.Hiseyesare

on mine as he moves, strong—masterful—thrusts. I whine softly, and I reach for the back of his head,

holdingontohim.Heseemstolikemytouchasheleansintomeandgruntsalittle.

Pulling him down close to me, he slows, not able to go hard, and I kiss him, getting lost in the

momentwearein.ButJettdoesn’tlikeitslow,Icantell.Hestretchesup,andIunwrapmyarmsfrom

behindhishead,whichhepinsaboveme,slammingmesohardthatIalmostscream.“Yes,Jett,”Icryout

inpassion,andhepicksupspeed.“Saymynameagain,”heordersme.

“Fuckme,Jett,”

“More,”hecommands.

“Comeinsidemytightpussy,Jett.”

Hesqueezesmywriststightly,andIsensethathe’sclose.“Harder,Jett.”Hetensesthenslamsour

bodiestogether,releasingastrongblowofcuminsideme.Ifeeleverypumpfromhimfillingme;hiscock

is so hard that I’ve never felt my pussy so tight, and I lose it, wailing beneath him as we share the

pleasure,andyetagain,Jetttakesanorgasmfrommeasifitishistotake.

Chapter7

Jett

WatchingNataliesleepnakedinmybedhastobethemostgorgeoussight.Hersofthairismessy,spread

allovermysheets,andIknewfromthatinstantIlaideyesonherthatIhadtohaveher.

“Morning,”Itellher,andshelooksatmethroughhertiredeyes.

“Hi,”shewhispers,seemingabitshy.Butsherollsontoherbacklettinghertitsslipfrombeneath

thecovers.She’snotshyatall.GentlyIruboverthemandtellher,“Youwereamazinglastnight.”

“Onlybecauseofmypartner.”

“Weshoulddoitagain.”

“Yeah?”sheasks.

“Uhhuh.”Ipullherontopofme,herwarmbodyfittingovermine,andasIbegintokissherneck,

sheasksme,“Whattimeisit?”

“Ten-thirty.”

“Damn,Ishouldgo.IhavetogetmythingsoutofthehousebeforeTomgetsthere.”

“Willyoustaytheweekendherewithme?”

“Idon’tknow,Jett.Wejustmet,andIdon’twanttointrude.”

“You’renotintruding.Whywouldyouthinkthat?”

“Please,Iknowhowmenare.”

“Maybeotherguys,butnotme,”Itellher,agitatedthatshe’scomparingmetothedickheadsofthe

world.I’mnotoneofthem.

“I’msorry,Ididn’tmeanitlikethat.Butyouareaguyandlet’snotforgetyoudidluremetoyour

officeunderfalsepretenseswhenwemet.”

“Comeon,youknowIhaveyourbestinterestsatheart.Ifyoudon’twanttostayhere,thenI’lljust

followyou,butIneedyourpussyandyourmouth,”IsayasIrunmythumboverherlips.Mycockishard,

andInudgeitagainsther.“Seewhatyoudotome?”Itellher,andsheslidestotheside,grabbingahold

ofit.“Don’tactlikelastnightwasn’tmind-blowing.”

“Oh,itwas,”sheconfirms,andIcan’thelpthesatisfiedexpressionthatcoversmyface.

“Soyou’llstay?”

Shelooksatmeandsmiles,“Doyoucook?”

“Baby,Icandoallsortsofthings,”Itellher,lettingherstrokemydick.Oliverwhinesatthedoor,

andIhopoutofbednaked,lettinghimoutside.Shelooksatmyassthenmycockandsays,“Jesus,how’d

thatfitinsideme?”

“Youwerereallywet,”ItellherasIsliponapairofshortsandtrytocontrolmythoughts.She’sso

sexyinmybed,andI’mhardforher.Butrightnow,wedon’thavethetimetofuck.Ihavetotakeherto

herplacetogetherstuff.

“Youlikecoffee,right?”Iaskher,andshenodswatchingmefrommybedasIstartapotofcoffee.

“CanIaskyousomething?”shehollersouttome.

“Sure,shoot.”

“Whyareyousointerestedinme?I’veclearlygotbaggage,andbyusbeingtogetherI’mputtingyou

inacompromisingsituation.”

“YouthinkIcancontrolwhatmymindandbodywant?SincethemomentIsawyou,IknewIhadto

haveyou.Idon’tgiveashitaboutconsequences.Youcouldbemarriedtomydad,andI’dhaveyou.”

She doesn’t respond to my words, and I glance into my room, wondering what she’s thinking.

Whateveritis,theonethingIknowaboutNatalieisshe’sbeenhurt,andIneedtoprovetoherthatIwill

nothurther,andbybeinghonest,IhopeIcan.

“Wherearemyunderwear?”shecallsouttome.

IsmirkandopenthedoorforOlivertocomebackinside.“Youmeanmyunderwear?”Iask,and

sheglaresatmefromtheedgeofthebedwithherpantsinherhands.“CorrectmeifI’mwrong,butyou

werewetforme…sonowthey’remine.”

“OhmyGod,doyoukeeplotsofwomen’sunderwear?”

“Nope,justyours.Ireallydon’tdate.Iworkinsanehours,andwhenI’mhome,Oliverkeepsme

busy.”

“Really?”sheasksme,mullingoverwhatIjustsaidasIhandherhert-shirtthatwasinthekitchen.

“Yeah,really.”She’sgotthemostbeautifulexpressiononherface.“What’sitgonnatakefrommeto

prove to you that you’re different?” She gives me a small smile and my phone rings, interrupting the

moment.IgrabitoffmynightstandtoseeTomiscallingme.

“Youbettergetdressed,”Itellher,knowingweneedtobeathiminandoutofherplace.

“CanIpleasehavemyunderwear?”

“No,ma’am,youmaynot.”

Shehuffspullinghershirtoverherheadandthengetsup,openingmydresserdrawers.Ichuckle

watchingherdigthroughallmystuff.Grabbingat-shirtfrommycloset,Iwalkbackoutandaskher,“Are

youdone?Weshouldprobablygetgoing?”

“Youknowwhat,JettJordan?You’reathief!”

“Should’vekeptyournaughtylittlepussydryandIwouldn’thavehadtokeepthem.”

Chapter8

Natalie

Glancingaroundmyroom,IthinkIhaveeverythingIneed.Imean,I’mnotsurewhatJetthasinmindfor

theweekend,soImightbemissingsomething,butwhateveritis,it’llbeherewhenIgetback.

“Isthisyourmom?”Jettasksme,holdingapictureofusshortlybeforeshepassedaway.Mymind

driftsbacktothattime,tohowbraveshewasandhowmuchshelovedbeinghereinthishouse.Shesaid

itwasadreamcometrue,tolivebytheocean,andI’llforeverholdthatclosetomethatIwasableto

giveherthatinherfinaldays.Mymotherwasanamazingwoman,raisingmeallalone.Ineverknewmy

dad,soshefilledbothroles,andIhopeinlifeIcanbehalfthewomanshewas.

“Yeah,that’sher.”

“Howdidshepassaway?”heasksme.

“Lungcancer.”

“Shesmoke?”

“Nope,whichreallyblewusawaywhenshewasdiagnosed.”

“Wow,I’msorry,Nat.Youtwolookalotalike.”

“That’s what everyone says.” I take the picture from him and run my thumb over the image. I’m

tempted to take it with me, but I’m going to lock my room, so I know it’ll be fine. Tom might be an

asshole,buthe’snotamonster.“Areyouready?”Iask,feelingalittlebadthatittookmesolongtopack.

“Yup.”Hekissesmegentlyandthentakesmybagtoleadmeoutside.Butoncewereachthefrontof

thehouse,we’rebothstoppedwhenwehearthesoundofacardoorclose.Iscurrytothewindowand

spotTomoutside.

“Shit,it’sTom,”Itellhim,knowingthereisnowaytogetoutofthis.“Whatdowedo?”Iask,and

hegivesmemybag.

“Go to my house, I’ll handle, Tom,” he passes me a key to his place, andI nod, listening to his

wordsbecauseItrustJett.Hecouldtellmethatweweregoingtorobabank,andI’dfollowhimwhichI

knowsoundscrazy,butIcan’thelpit.Grabbingmycarkeys,Igivehimasmileheadingoutside,andI’m

stoppedatthedoorasTomiscominginside.Helooksatmewithdisgust,thesamelookhe’sbeengiving

meformonths.It’sasifthemanhatesme.

“Whatthefuckareyoustilldoinghere?”hesnarlsatmeandIcouldlayintohimsogoodrightnow,

togivehimwhathedeserves,butIdon’t.Iwon’tstooptohislevel;I’mbiggerthanthat.

“I’mleavinglikeyourequested.”

HisattentionisquicklydivertedoffofmeasheseesJettstandinginthekitchen.“Well,it’sabout

time,Tom,”saysJett.“What’ssourgentthatIneededtocomehere?”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout?”Tomaskshim,andIslipout,thankfulthatJettisasquickonhistoes

asheis.

Loadingmybaginthetrunk,Igetinmycarandnoticeit’sonly11:30am.Tomisearly.Imakethe

shorttripbacktoJett’shouse,myreliefbuildingbeingoutofthere.Goinginsidehishouse,Olivergreets

mewithawarm,friendlyhandlickandthengetshisball.“Youwannaplayfetch?”Iask,andherunsto

thebackdoor,sittinghisbuttdownandlookingoutside.Iwatchhimlookingoutside;he’sfrozen.

Whatacooldog.

BeforeItakehimout,IpourmyselfacupofcoffeefromthepotthatJettmadebeforeweleft.

“Ready?”IaskOliver,andhenudgestheslidingdoorwithhisnose.Iopenit,andhefliesoutside,

sofastyou’dthinkhewasgonnarunaway,butthatseemshowheis.Hegoesandpeesthentrotsbackand

dropstheballatmyfeet.Liftingtheneonbluerubbersphereinmyhand,ItossitasfarasIcanintothe

waterandwatchhimrunafterit.Itakeaseatonthesandtokeepmyselfcalmandenjoymycoffee.

IwonderwhatTomissayingtoJettorifhebelieveswhateverlineofbullshithe’sfeedinghim.

“Fuck,Ilikecominghometoyou,”Jettsays,andIglancebacktoseehimwalkingdownthestairs.

Iblush,hiswordsaresosweet.“So…how’dthingsgo?”

“Asexpected.”

“What’sthatmean?”Iaskhimalarmed.

“Heaccusedmeofsleepingwithyou.”

“Shutthefuckup.”

“SweartoGod.Ithinkmencansmellpussyoneachother.”

“Whatdidyousay?”Myheartispounding,andI’mnervousofhisresponse.

“AsmuchasIwantedtotellhimyesandtofuckoff,Ididn’t.Imadeupsomebullshitliethatmy

secretarycalledmeandaskedmetomeethimthere.”

“Andheboughtit?”

“Yeah,Ithinkso.Thestrippersshowedup,sohewasalldiscombobulated.Heremindedmealot

ofOliverwhenyouthrowhisball;it’sallhecouldfocuson.”

Olivercomesupandgivesmehisball,whichJettgawksat,andIgiggleasIthrowitagain.“What

amIchoppedliver?”heasks,butOliverisalreadyinthewater.

“Thanks,Jett.”

“Ofcourse,butyoudon’tneedtothankme,Ididn’tdoanything.”

“Yes,youdid.Imeantheriskyou’retakingbyjustbeingwith—”HecutsmeoffbeforeIcanfinish

mysentenceandgrabsmyface,holdingmychininbetweenhisthumbandforefinger.“IdidwhatIwanted

todo.WhatIthoughtwasright.Idon’toweTomshit,sowillyoustopworryingsomuch,forme?”

Inodtakinginhiswordsandagainfindmyselfdoingjustashesays—likehewants.AndIhaveno

reasonto,Ibarelyknowtheman,buttheconnectionweshareissopowerfulthatIwantnothingmorethan

knowhimbetter.

Chapter9

Jett

“Areyoureallynotgonnahelpmedecidewhatwe’regonnadothisweekend?”

Natalienodsherhead,lyingonmychestandIcan’tthinkofanythingexceptforstayingrighthere.

“Fine,let’sjuststayinandfuck.”

“Okay,”she’squicktoagree.

“Really?”

“Sure.”

I contemplate her offer and wonder if that’s what we should do. Obviously, it’s clearly what we

bothwant.Mycockissohardrightnowjusthavingherinmyarms,butIwanttogivehermorethansex.I

wanttoshowherhowmuchshemeanstome.Wemighthavejustmet,butNatalieconsumesmymind.

“Ihaveaboat;wecouldtakeitout?”

“Fortheday?”

“Yeahortheweekend?Wecanenjoythesun,takeOliver,wecangosomewhereprivateandstay

thenight.Haveyoueversleptwiththeoceanrockingbeneathyou?”

“Ihaven’t.Isitsafe?”

“Assafeasflyinginaplaneis.”

“Isyourboatbigenoughforthreeofus?”

“It’sathirty-eight-footcatamaran.ThinkofitlikeanRVonthewater.”

“Okay, let’s do it!” I love her enthusiasm and how much she trusts me. That alone turns me on a

thousandtimesmorethanIalreadyamandthat’ssayingsomething.RunningmyhandupherbodyuntilI’m

cupping her neck, I lean down and stroke my tongue over hers. She moans softly, kissing me back. Her

eyesaretightlyshut,andIglancedowntoseeherpressherlegstogether.Reachingover,Iplacemyhand

insideherpants.Shestilldoesn’thaveanypantieson,andIloveit.

I touch her moist slit, softly spreading her open for me. Eagerly she kisses me faster and harder,

urgingmetoplaywithhermore.

Iloveherpussy;there’sjustsomethingaboutit.Maybeit’showsmoothitis,orhowtightsheis,but

whateveritis,itdrivesmecrazy.

She pushes against my hand as I play with her clit, just the same way that we are kissing one

another.Mycockisjealous,soneedy,wantingattentiontoo,butIknowI’llgetmytimeonceIslideinthe

heaventhatisherpussy.

Suddenly,shebreaksourkissoutoftheblueandsays,“Pleasefingerme.”

“Why?”Iask,teasingher,runningthetipofmyfingeraroundherjuicyopening.

“BecauseIlovethewayyoudoit.”

“ButIdon’twantyoutocomeyet,”Itellher.

Sheglaresatmeunsatisfied,thenyanksmycockoutofmyshorts.Desperatelyshebeginstosuck

me,tryingtogetwhatshewants.Urgingmyhipsupwards,Igiveheralittlemoreofmeandallowmyself

toenjoyaminuteofthepleasure.

Herlipsarestretchedwide,andhertitsarejustvisiblethroughhershirtasshekneels,pleasingme

likeagoodgirl.

Placingmyhandonthebackofherhead,Ipushherfurtherdownonme,andshesucksafewtimes

thengagsandpullsaway,breathless.

“Fuck,you’rehot,”Itellherasshestripsnaked.Theperfectionthatisherbodymakesmewantto

overpowereverybitofherwithmylips.

“Takeyourshortsoff,”shetellsme.Istandlistening,wantingtotakecareofher,buttheinstantthat

theyarehalfwaydownmylegs,shepushesmebackwardstraddlingmybody.Myhandsgripthetopsof

her thighs, and as much as I want this, I’m not sure how I feel about letting her have all the control so

soon.Butshetakeswhatshewants.Thedecisionisstrippedawayfrommeassheclenchesmymassive

cockinthepalmofhertinyhandandlinesitupwithheropening,slowinggyratingherhips,spreadingher

wetnessalloverme.

Hertitsareinmyface.Bothareverydistracting,andIgripthemhard,suckingonherperkynipples

asshefinallysettlesallthewayaroundme.

Withherhandsonthetopofherhead,oureyesstayconnectedasshebeginstobobupanddownon

me.“Yes,”Igrunt,findingthatwithNat,Ilikelettingherhavethecontrol.

“God,Jett,”shecriesout,andIsqueezeherhips,slammingherdownonmeasIthrustupintoher.

“Youlikeithard?”Ifiercelyask,andshepinchesherownnipples,lookingatmethroughhersex-

driveneyes.

“God,yes,”shewhines,hervoicesoftandsexy.

“You’resuchadirtyslut,”Itellher.Myfilthymouthseemstomakeherfuckmeharder.“Fuck,”I

grunt, my balls are already tightening, and I fight my orgasm, closing my eyes trying to push away the

visionofherontopofme.Buthernoiseswon’tstop.

Fuck, she’s good, far too good, and I can’t stop what she’s doing to me. Then the instant she

shuddersontopofme,screamingmyname,Ifuckherhardandfast,fillinghertightlittlecuntwithevery

bitofcumIhave.

Chapter10

Natalie

“Therearesomeislandsabouttwentymilesoffthecoast.Ifiguredwecouldhavedinnerthereandthen

sailintothenight,”Jetttellsmeasweparkatthemarina.

“Okay.Doyouuseyourboatoften?”

“NotasoftenasI’dlike,butIthinkanyboatownerfeelsthatway.”

Ismileinside,excitedforourweekendexcursionandtoembarkonajourneywithhim.Iespecially

needtogetawayfromallofthedramathatseemstobeconsumingmylifelately.

JetthopsoutofhisSUVandgrabsourbagsandthefood.Iopenthedoortofollowbehindhim,but

theinstantthatOliverseesanopportunity,hedartsovermeandrunsofftowardsthedock.“Sorry.”

“It’sokay;heknowswherehe’sgoing.”

Iwatchhimtwistandturn,makinghiswayoutofoursight,andIsurehopethatJettisright.

“Areyouexcited?”heasksme.

“Yeah.”

“Yousure?Youseemalittlequiet.”

“I’msure.Icouldusesometimeawayfromeverythingandwhatbetterwaythanwithasexyman

likeyourself.”

“Well,thankyou.IhopeIdon’tletyoudown.”

Wewalkdownthedock,andhestopsinfrontofagorgeous,tealboatandholdshishandoutforme

ashestepsonboard.Oliverisalreadywaitingforus,walkingaroundsniffingeverywhere.“Wow,thisis

amazing.”Itakeinnotonlythesizebutthebeautyofhisboat.AndstaringatJettgettingeverythingready,

IrealizehowluckyIamtobeherewithhim.

***

Afteraverythoroughrundownontheboatrulesandsafetyguidelinesit’sbecomecleartomehow

seriouslyJetttakesthingswhenhe’soutonthewater.Heneedseverythinginperfectorderandsafetyis

hisnumberonepriority—whichIlike.

“Wedon’tneedtodockanywhere.Wecouldjustcookouthere?”Ioffer,notwantingthistimejust

himandIonthisboattobeinterruptedbystoppingatanisland.

“Yeah,sure,ifthat’swhatyouwant.”

“Itis,”Itellhim,withmykneeshuddledtomychestasIrestmychinatopofthem,staringoutatthe

glassyblueocean.Forthefirsttimeindays,mymindfeelsclear.ThestressofthedivorceandTomand

areallgone—Ifeelatpeacewitheverything.ItrustthatwithJettbymyside,everythingwillbeokay.

“He likes you,” Jett says, and I glance back at him as he nods over to Oliver who is next to me,

passedoutpeacefullywithhisheadonmyfoot.

Iscratchthetopofhisheadandrespond,“Iguessthat’sagoodthing?”

“It’sadealbreaker,baby.”

Hearinghimsaythat,makesmewonderwhathisthoughtsareonusandallofthis.Standingtomy

feet,IgotoJett’sside,andhesmiles,asexygrinashewrapsanarmaroundme,holdingmeclose.

“Takethewheel,”hesays,andIplacemyhandsnexttohis.“Good,justkeephersteadynow.”

Jettkissesmyneck,andIknowhowdistractinghecanbe,sobeforethingsgetcarriedaway,Iask

him,“CanIaskyousomething?”

“Youalreadyaskedyourquestiontoday,”heteasesmejokingly.

“I’mserious.”

“Youcanaskmeanything,anytime,Natalie.”

“YoujustmentionedthathadOlivernotlikedme,itwasadealbreaker.Sowhat’sthedeal?”

“Whatdoyouwantittobe?”

Heflipsthequestionbackonme,andIdon’tknowhowtoanswerhim,‘causeI’mnotsurewhatI

want.Rightnow,Iwanttoknowwhat’sgoingthroughhismind.“Iwantyoutotellmefirst.”

“Okay,”heswallows,andIwaitonhimtospeak.Heseemstobelookingforthewords.“I’mnot

good at this stuff. You know, I don’t typically have the time or inclination to date with work and

everything,butIlikeyou,Natalie,alot.Idon’tknowwhatitis,butsincethemomentwemet,mymind

andbodyhavewantedyouinawaythatI’veneverwantedanyotherwomanbefore.IfI’mbeinghonestto

yourquestion,Idon’tknowwhatthefuturewillholdforus,butwhatIdoknowisthatIseemyfuture

withyouinit.”

Iswallow,hisresponseisnotwhatIexpected.Deepdown,Ihadbracedmyselfthatthiswasmore

ofaflingandthatwe’dfuckforaweekorso,thenwe’dbedone.Clearlytohim,it’sthefurthestthing

fromthat.

“Sowhatdoesyourfuturelooklike?”heasksme,andIshakemyhead,notreallysure.

“Idon’tknow,Jett,Imean…I…Ilikeyou,andustogether,butI’vegottagetmydivorcefinalized,

andthendependingontheoutcome,figureoutmylife.”

“Letmehandlethedivorce,Nat.”

“It’snotyourresponsibilitythough.”

“Itkindais,IworkforTomandcanusethattoyouradvantage.Letmegetyouwhatyoudeserve.”

“Whatifhefindsoutanditallbackfires?”

“Thenwe’llstillhaveeachother.”

His words calm me, knowing that no matter what he wants to make things between us work.

TrustingJett,becauseIdobelievethathedoeshavemybestinterestsinmind,Inod,andrightawayhe

asksme,“What’smostimportanttoyouwhenitcomestothedivorce?”

Ilookoutattheclearseasasweglidealongandknowit’stwothings:moneyandthehouse.Iwish

Icouldpickjustone,butIneedboth.HowterriblewillIsoundifIsaythattohim?Ileftmyjobwhen

TomandIgotmarriedandbecamedependentuponhim,whichI’llalwaysregret.

“Tellme,”heurgesmeonwithasoftkisstothecheekpullingmeoutofmydaydream.

“Ineedthebeachhouse,itholdssomanymemoriesofmeandmymom,andIneedmoneyuntilI

canfindajob.”

“Whatifyouhadtopickjustone?”

“Idon’twanttobecauseI’dbeforcedtochoosemoney,andthenI’dlosethelastconnectionIhave

tomymother.And,Jett,Ideservemore.Tomtreatedmelikeapieceofgarbageforyears.It’ssadtheway

ourmarriagewas.”

Tears gloss over my eyes, thinking about everything that I’ve endured, from my cheating husband

whoseinfidelitiesIignoredbecauseIwasscaredtogetyelledat,andthenlosingmymotherduringitall,

whicheventuallyendedmyalreadycrumblingmarriage.It’salottohandle,andIgetsweptawayinit.

Jettpullsmeback,savingmefromthepainthatI’mwallowingin.Turningmetowardshim,heholdsonto

bothsidesofmyfaceandsaystome,“Ipromiseyou,Nat,thatI’llneverhurtyouorlietoyou.”

I’m still holding on to the wheel of the boat and the wind whips through us as we stand in this

moment, just him and I. His words calm me from the inside out. There’s something different about Jett,

somethingthatI’veneverseeninamanbefore.

Chapter11

Jett

Withtheboatanchored,soNatandIcansleeptogether,Ifindmyselfawakeinthemiddleofthenight.

Thestarsilluminatethenightskythatshinebrightlythroughtheskylight.

Rollingover,sheisnakedandsleepingsogorgeously.Hersleekbodyiswarmagainstmine,and

lookingathersoftskinremindsmeofhowreditwasafterIheldhertightandfuckedher.Itmakesme

horny,andIwanttodoitagain,butIdon’twanttowakeher,notwhensheisthispeaceful.

Oliverissittingbythedoor,tellingmeheneedstogooutsideandIgetup,notbotheringwithmy

clothes.There’snotapersonwithinseeingdistanceandiftherewere,ohwell.

AsweheadoutintothecoolCalifornianight,Oliverfindshispeepadandusesit.Hereallyisthe

bestdog;hecanadapttoanysituation.Iheaduptotheroofneedingtoclearmyrunningmindthatwoke

meup.

AsIliebackonthecoolfiberglass,mycockhitsmystomach.I’vebecomeusedtobeingconstantly

hard,beingaroundNat.I’malwaysitchingtobeinsideofher.

Focusing on the sky, my words replay in my head, “Let me handle the divorce.” Which I thought

would be easy enough, that she could pick the house or the money, and I’d recommend to Tom that we

offerheroneortheother,butshecan’tchoose.AndIgetwhy;shedoesdeservemore.

ButhowcanIgethermore?Evenifwewenttocourt,Ican’tguaranteethatthejudgewouldseeher

attachmenttothebeachhouseandgrantittoher.ThenhowshittywouldIfeel?

Lookingupatthestars,oneshootsby,justasIhearNataliecalloutforme,“Jett?”

“I’muptop,babe.”Ilookdownather;she’sstillnakedherself.“Comeuphere.”

Shelistens,thewayshealwaysseemsto,andIcan’ttakemyeyesoffherassheclimbstheladder

towardsme,herperkytitsbouncingalittlewitheachstepandherhardnippleshavemymouthwatering

forthem.

“Whatareyoudoinguphere?”sheasksme.

“Justthinking…clearingmymind.”

“Whatareyouthinkingabout?”

“You…ofcourse.”Shegrabsmyharddick,andIstretch,pushingmyselftowardsherhand.

Themoonlightilluminateshersexybodyasshegoesdownonme.Herlipsopenwidetakingallof

me in. She swirls her tongue over my head each time she comes up. Reaching for her pussy, I cup it—

she’swetlikeshealwaysis.

Sinkingtwofingersinsideher,shewhimpersagainstmyshaft,notslowingherpace,andIfingerher

theexactsamewaythatsheisbobbingupanddownonme.Thewayshelikesmeto,butIwantmore.

“Come here,” I tell her, needing to taste her and direct her body on top of mine. With her pussy

hoveringovermyface,Iwrapmylipsaroundherclitandthenpullherdown.Shecriesout,backingoff

mycockandIholdherthighstight,savoringhersweettaste.She’sunlikeanyotherwomaninmoreways

thanone.

Gentlysherocksherhips,stillplayingwithmycock,holdingontoit,butIwantmore,andshecan

sense that, as she begins to suck me again. With both of us pleasing each other, the boat sways a little.

Openingmyeyes,herassshroudsmyview.

Jesus,she’ssodamnsexy.

Ineedtobeinsideofher.Pullingaway,Iliftheroffandoverme.Shestopssuckingandlooksback

atme,stillonherhandsandknees.Movingbehindher,Igripherasscheeksfirminthepalmsofmyhands

andspreadherwideenteringherbodyinoneswiftshove.

“Fuck,”shewails,andIburymyselffurtherintoher,myballsheatingascumrunsthroughthem.

Then slower than usual, I begin to move, wanting to savor her and this moment. Taking my shaft

almostallthewayoutofher,themoonlightilluminatesherback.Witheachthrust,Ifeeltheheadofmy

dickrubheropeningthenslidebackinside.LongandslowmovementsIgivetoher,rockinginsyncwith

theocean.

Ourbodiesworksowelltogetherliketheyweremadeforoneanother.Nataliedropsherheadand

splaysherarmsouttothesideofherbody.Herassislikeaslide;hercheeksarethetopandherneckthe

bottom.

Igruntloudly—drillingher—fuckingher,nolongerabletokeepmypaceslowasIpummelmyself

deepintoher.Shetakesallofme,nevercomplaining,onlycryingoutinpassion.

“Harder!”shescreams,andImovemyhandstothefrontofherthighs,gettingagoodgripaswe

bothpreparetoletgo.“Yes,Jett.”

Fuck,Ilovewhenshesaysmyname.I’llnevergetenoughofit.Withthenoisesofourskinechoing

off the desolate Pacific Ocean, I hold my cum and focus only on Natalie. Her body tenses and her

breathing stops; she’s fighting it like I am. Then she screams wildly, and I give her a good hard slam,

whichmakeshergoovertheedge,shakingeagerly.

“Fuck,fuck,fuck,”shechants,enjoyingthepleasure,andtheinstantthathernoisesceaseandher

bodysettlesIletgo.Cumfiresfromthebottomofmyballs,andIholdherclosetome.Herbackisnow

againstmychestwhileIletgo,notevenneedingtomoveastheflexingofherpussymilksouteverylast

drop.

***

“Slowdown,”NataliesaysfromthefrontoftheboatwithOlivernexttoher,andIlisteninstantly.

“What’sup?”Iask,worriedthat’ssomethingthematter.

She points to a group of dolphins up ahead. The boat slows, gliding us past them. Our presence

doesn’tseemtobotherthem.Theyaresurroundingaschooloffish,eating.Oneofthedolphinssmacksits

tailonthesurface,knockingoutthefishastheothersswimaroundkeepingthemfunneledtogether.You

canseetheirfinspoppinginandoutofthewater.Thefishflailintheair,tryingtosurvive.

“Told ya we’d see dolphins,” I tell her, and we both go to the side of the boat, getting an even

closerlook.Holdingontoherhand,sherestsherheadagainstmyarmwhilewewatchthem.

“They’regorgeous,”shesays.

“Justlikeyou.”

Natalielooksupatmewiththoseeyes,sosexyandtrusting,andsays,“Idon’twanttogoback.I

couldstayouthereforever.”

“Icouldtoo,”Itellherandit’sthetruth.Ihonestlycould,especiallywithher.I’mnotsurehowI

wentfromneverwantingtobeinarelationshiptosuddenlywantingtoriskitallforNatalie,butIhave.

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Natalie

“Doyouwantmetocomewithyou,tomakesurehe’sgone?”Jettasksme.

“No,Idon’twanttoputyouinanawkwardsituationagain.”

“Idon’tmind.”

“I’llbefine.I’msurehe’snottextingmebackbecausehe’sbeinganasshole.”

Jettsitsdowninthesandbehindmeholdingmybodyclosetohis.“Ireallydon’twantyoutogo,”

he confesses, and I feel the same way, but I should go. If I push my luck, he’ll be sick of me by next

weekend,andI’dhatemyself,especiallybecauseI’mfallingforJett,andIdon’tknowhowtostopit.

“Ineedtogethome,andyouhavework.I’llseeyousoon.Thankyouforaperfectweekend.”

“Areyoukiddingme?Thankyou,Nat,I…hadthebesttimeI’vehadinyears.”

IsmilewatchingOliverplayinthewaterasJett’swordsresoundinmymind.

“I’llcallyoulater,”Itellhimandturn,kissinghim.Hekissesmeback,sogently,notthewayhe

normallydoes,andIdon’tlikeit.Iwanthimtogivemearealkiss,thewayhealwaysdoes.Wrappingmy

handbehindhishead,Iknotmyfingersintothebackofhisdarkhairandpullhimagainstme.Hegrowls,

andflipsmeonmyback,kissingmejustthewayIwanted.Hishardcockgrindsintome,andIknowthere

isnostoppinghimnow.

“Itriedtobegentle,”hesaysagainstmylips,pinningmedown,thewarmsandstickingtomyskin.I

smile, satisfied that he was just trying to control himself. Oliver drops his ball next to us, and we both

laughlookingatthewetdogwhowaitspatiently.“Oliverhasmorepatiencethanyou,”IteaseJett,andhe

pullsback.

Grabbingtheball,hechucksitfar,andItaketheopportunitytoslipoutfrombeneathhim.Withmy

feetonthesand,IwipemylegscleanandtellJettwhoisstillkneeling,“I’mleaving.”

“You’re really gonna leave me here, like this?” he points to his dick, and I nod, walking away,

knowing that if I leave him needing me, it’ll make him miss me more, and then the next time we are

togetherwillbethatmuchmoreexplosive.

Gettinginmycar,Imaketheshorttripupthecoast,callingTomonemoretimeontheway,buthe

doesn’tanswer.

Hiscarisn’there,soI’massuminghe’sgone.AsIpullintomydriveway,Jettsendsmeapictureof

hisdickandsays,I’mstillhard.

ItypeamessagetoJettwalkinginside,butbeforeIcanhitsend,I’mstopped—frozen—sickenedby

the sight in front of me. Taking in the sight of my home is…heartbreaking. It is beyond wrecked—Tom

destroyedit—everythingisruined.

Theglasstablesarebroken,thecouchcushionsaretorn,thecarpetisstained,thereareholesinthe

walls.Standinginthemiddleofthelivingroom,Idoathree-sixtyand…wanttodroptomykneesasI

readaspraypaintedmessageonthewall,Keepthehouse,cunt.

And everything that was so good just minutes ago now is suddenly so bad. I fight to keep my

composure.Iwon’tletTomdothistome.

Automatically,IcallJett,andheanswersonthefirstring.“Missmealready?”

“Jett.”Myvoiceisshaky,andhecanhearmyhysteriarising.

“What’sthematter?”

“Myhouse,hevandalizedit.”

“Whatareyoutalkingabout?”ButIcan’tanswerhimasIspotmylockedbedroomdooropen.The

tearsstreamdownmyface.Ididn’twanttocry,butIknowTom’swon.Peekinginside,mymother’surn

andgrayashesareonthefloorwithfootprintsalloverthem.MyhandfliesovermymouthasIcryharder.

“I’monmyway,baby,”Jettsays.

Sinkingtomyknees,Iletmyphonefallfrommyhand.I’mcompletelysickenedandshockedbythe

sightinfrontofme.Whowoulddosomethinglikethis?WhatkindofmonsterdidImarry?

Irestmyheadbackonthewalltotryandcalmmyselfdown,soJettdoesn’tthinkIamacomplete

psycho.ButIcan’t,allIcanthinkaboutismymomandhowdefiledherremainsare.

“Nat?”Jettcallsoutfromthefrontdoor,andbeforeIcananswer,he’satmyside.“Oh,baby.It’ll

beokay,”hetellsme,andIshakemyhead,lettinghimpullmeintoatighthug.Holdinghimback—Ifeel

safe—Jettcalmsme—likeeverythingissomehowgoingtobeokay.

“Whywouldhedothis?”heasksme,andIpointintothelivingroomatthemessageonthewall.

Jetttensesreadingitandliftsmetomyfeet.“There’sprobablyglassonthefloor.”

Isteadymyselfinhisholdandquicklyleavemyroom.Ican’tseemymomlikethat.Butthetears

won’tstop,andJetttakesmyfaceintohishandsmakingmelookathim.“Areyouokay?You’rescaring

me.”

OkayisthelastthingthatIam.“Hebrokemymom’surn;herashesarealloverthefloorinthere.”

WithJett’sarmsaroundme,Iholdontohimandfocusonjustbreathing.Butthenhetakesouthis

phone,andIaskhimscared,“Whatareyoudoing?”

“I’mcallinghim.”

“No,he’llknowaboutus.”

“Idon’tgiveafuck!”heshouts.Hiseyesarewide,andthelookhehasinthemislikenoneother

thatI’veseenbefore.Withthephonepressedagainsthisear,Iwaitandworryknowingthatthisisgoing

tochangeeverything.ButnowthatTomhasdonethis,everythingisalreadychanged.

Inthedistance,IhearafamiliarringingandJettlooksatme,obviouslyhearingittoo.

“Isthathisphone?”heasksme.

“Ithinkso.”

Jett hangs up, and the phone stops ringing mid-ring. Then he dials it again, and the ringing starts

again.Wefollowthenoisetothekitchenandonthefloorunderthestoveiswherethenoiseiscoming

from.Takingthedrawerout,Ilookdown,andsureenough,thereisTom’ssleekblackphone.

OnthescreenissaysJettJordan.IliftitupandhandittoJett,heputshisphoneawayandbegins

tomesswithTom’s.“Shit,it’sgotapassword.”

“Try4379.”

Thepassworddoesn’twork.Hechangedit,ofcourse,hedid.Iwrackmybraintryinganythingelse

thatIcanthinkoftogetintohisphone,butnothingworks.Ifonlysomethingcouldgoinmyfavorforonce.

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Jett

“Areyoujustpushingrandomnumbers?”

“Yes,Ineedtogetintohisphone.”

“Let’sthinkaboutthis.Haveyoutriedeverythingyoucanthinkof?”

“Yes.”

“Haveyoutriedyourbirthday?”

“No,there’snowayhewouldchangethepasswordtohaveanythingtodowithme.Hehatesme.”

Isnatchthephoneoutofherhandandtypeinhermonthanddayofbirth.0121.Thephoneunlocks,

andhereyesgetwide.“Youknowmybirthdate?”

“Imighthavereaduponyoualittlebit.”

“Wheredowegofirst?”sheasks.

“Textmessages?”

Igointothem,andwescrollthroughlookingforanythingoutoftheordinaryorincriminating.But

don’tfindathing.

“Lookathispictures,”shetellsme.

AndasIgointothem,I’mshockedbywhatstaresbackatus.NeitherofusspeaksasIflipthrough

thephotos,andthenwecometoavideo.It’sdark,andI’mnotsureIwanttoclickplay,butNatdoes.The

noisesrightoffthebataredisturbingandbeforeoureyesareTomandanotherman,havingsex.Theguy

has Tom bent over and is filming it through the bathroom mirror. It’s kinda one of those things that you

don’twanttowatch,butyoucan’tstopyourselffromwatchingeither.

Thevideoends,andNataliestartsitagain.“Don’tplayitagain,”Itellher,stillcreepedoutbythe

noisesandwhatIjustsaw.Ineverwould’vethoughtTomwouldbeintothatsortofstuff.

Shesetsthephonedownandsays,“Sodoesthismeanhe’sgay?”

“Idon’tknowwhattothink,butthatisclearlyavideoofadudefuckinghim.”

“Itkindasoundslikehe’swithagirltome.”

“Noway.Didyouseethatguy’sfaceinthemirror?Andhehasadick!”

“IonlylookedatTom.”

“Well,itwasadude,whohasTombentoverandheseemedtobeenjoyingit.”

“Whatarewegonnado?”sheasksme.

“Heneedstobetaughtalesson,sowe’regonnateachhimone,bymakinghimpayandgettingyou

everythingyouwantfromhimandmore.Especiallyforwhathedidtoyourmom.”Tellingherthat,tears

glossoverhereyes.

Ipullherontomylapandcradleherbodyagainstmine,feelingterribleforthepainthatshe’sgoing

through.Itenragesme,andIwanttomakeitrightsomehow…buthow?

“CallRalph,tellhimaboutthehouse.”

“Whataboutthephone?”sheasksme.

“Don’ttellanyoneaboutthephone.That’sourleverageagainsthim.”

“Whatifhedoesn’tcareandisopenaboutit.”

“He’snot,trustme.I’vebeenoutwithTom.Hemakesitveryclearthathe’sintowomen.Justthe

other day, when the strippers showed up, he was drooling over them, and now it makes sense why. He

doesn’twantanyonetoknowaboutthis.”

ShescootsoffmylapandgrabsherphonetocallRalphwhileItypeupanemailtoTom.Iknow

Ralphwillcallmethesecondtheyhangup.AfterIhitsend,shesitsbackdown,andbeforeshecansay

anything,Ralphiscalling.Idealwithhimonthephone,actingcompletelyoblivious.Allthewhile,I’ve

gotNatalieinmyarmsandknowmoreaboutallofthisthanhedoes.

Tomdoesn’tcallme,andI’mnotsurprised.Ifhe’sgotanyshredofdecencyleftinhim,whichI’m

findingthatdoubtful,he’sgottobeashamedofhimselfforwhathe’sdone.

***

“Iwantyoutostayhere,”ItellNatalieassheistryingtobailagain,justlikeshedidearliertoday.

“Ishouldreallygoandcleanmyplaceup.”

“No,youshouldn’t.It’lljustupsetyou.”

“Whataboutmymom?”

“I’llhiresomeone.Therehastobeacompanythatspecializesinthatsortofthing,right?”

“Ishoulddoit.”

“No,goddammit!You’vebeenupsetenoughtoday.You’restayinghere,andI’llhandleit!”I’mfirm

withmyresponse,andsheletsoutabigbreathofair,followedbyherlipsturningupintoagrin.“Don’t

lookatmelikethat.”

“I’mnotlookingatyoulikeanything.”

“Yes,youare,you’relookingatmelikeyouwanttogetfucked.Doyoujustnotlistensometimesto

pissmeoff?”

“Idon’tlistenbecauseIdon’twanttobetoomuchforyou.You’vemadeitclearthatyou’reusedto

yourtimealoneand—”

“Shutthehellup!”Iyellevenlouder,andthistimeIcupmyhandoverhermouth.Shenipsatmy

skin,playing,andIlovethateventhoughshe’shadashitday,shecanstillpushthatallaside.

Turning her sexy body around, I place my teeth against her neck, biting down hard. She moans,

givingintothechemistrybetweenus,lettingittakeoverasshepushesbackagainstme.Suckinguphard,

shegripsthesidesofthegranitekitchenisland,andIdon’tcareifIleaveamarkornot.Hernoiseskeep

mesuckingandthenIgentlybendherover,removinghershortsasIdo.

“Tellmeyou’restaying,”Iorderher,andsheshakesherhead.“Tellme,”Igrowlandreachintomy

shorts,grippingmyshaftthatisdrippingcumforherasIhaveherpinneddowninmykitchen.Rubbing

theheadofmycockfromherassholedowntoherpussy,shewigglesandIwaitforherwords.

Each time I touch her, I smear my dick into her wetness, blending us together, and want inside of

her, but I won’t, not until she says the words. “Are you staying?” I ask, and breathlessly she responds,

“No!”

Iletgoofherbodyandputmycockaway.Shearchesupstunned.“Sowhat,ifIdon’tstay,Idon’t

getfucked?”

“Yup,youwantmydick,yougottastayhere.”

“Forhowlong?”

“Howeverlongyouwantmydick.”

“WhatifIwantitforever?”

“Thenstayforever.”

Hereeyesgetwide.“Areyouaskingmetomovein?”

“SowhatifIam?”Isteptoherandholdontothesideofherface.Sheleansintomytouch,looking

deepwithinmyeyes,andIrealizeinthismomenthowcrazyitseems,butIcan’tbewithouther…Iwon’t.

“Okay,I’llstay,”sheanswersme,andItearmypantsdownmylegsandliftherontotheisland.She

smiles,restingback,lettingmetakemycockandentertheempirethatisherpussy.

“JesusChrist,Natalie,yourcuntisgonnabethedeathofme.”

“Mmm,”shemoans,watchingourbodiesasIglideinandout,inandout.Sheleavesacoatingof

whitearoundtheheadofmyshaft,andI’msozonedin,rubbingherclitwithmythumbaswefuck.

Nataliealwayshasmeabouttoblow,soI’velearnedifIkeepthingsslowerI’lllastlonger.“Yes,”

shewhinesrepeatedly,meetingmeeachtimeIshovemyselfintoher.

Her soft noises are sexy. I pull her lips to mine, needing to quiet her, so I don’t come. But the

frictionofourbodiesworkingtogetherandthemotionsofhertonguehavemeclosetolettinggo.Lifting

heroffthecounter,Icarryheroutofthekitchenandintomybedroom,whereIcangetmorecontrol.

Withmycockstillnestleddeepinsideher,shelaysbackgracefully.“Pleasetrynottomove,orI’ll

tieyouup.”

“Okay,”sheresponds,andIbeginfuckingheragain,butmycumisrightthereeventhoughsheis

deadstill.Hernoisesarewhatarepushingmeover,soIcoverhermouthwithonehand,silencingher.

Withmyotherhandballedintoafistatthesideofher,Ikeepmyselfpushedupandrealizethereis

nofightingthisfeeling,notwiththiswoman.Sheismydemise.

Giving in, I pump her hard, removing my hand from her mouth, allowing her to cry out my name

againandagain.“Harder,Jett,”sheordersme,andIferociouslyfuckhertothepointthatmyballsburn.

Theroomthatwasoncesilentisnowfilledwithhercriesofpassionandtheskinofmyballsslappingher

ass.

SexwithNatalieisadreamcometrue.ThepleasureI’vealwayssearchedforandimaginedisright

hereatthetipsofmyfingersreadyformytaking.

Lookingdownathersweatybody,she’slostinaworldallherown.Herpussyflexesasshestrokes

myshaft,andwhatIwanttosavor,shestealsfromme.Cumradiatesfrommyballsandracesinsideher.

TheinstantthatIblow,sheshudders,shakingviolentlyasmybone-harddickrattleshertothecore,giving

heranearth-shatteringorgasm.NataliescreamslikeI’veneverheard.Herpussyissoppingwet;making

isimpossibleformetostop,orevenslow.Watchingherlikethisjustmakesmegoharder,longer,faster,

andIknowweareinforanightofjustthis—justus—justsex.

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Jett

“I might play with myself while you’re gone,” Natalie tells me as I exit the elevator and walk into my

office.

“Yeah,youdothatandseewhathappenswhenIgethome.”

“Goodmorning,Mr.Jordan,”oneoftheparalegalssayswalkingbyme.Ismileandgiveheranod,

makingabeelineformyoffice.

“WhatifIsendyouavideo?”

“ThenmaybeI’llletitslide.”

“Mr.Jordan?”Jasminegrabsmyattention,stoppingatmyofficedoor.

“Can I finish this phone call?” I ask her, and she says, “Tom Valero is in the conference room

waitingforyou.”

“Okay,thanks.”

“Oh,God,he’sthere?”Natalieasksme.

“Yup,soundslikeit.”

“Willyoucallmeassoonasyou’redonetalking?”

“Justputyourphoneonmute,andI’lllockmyscreen,thenI’lltakeitinwithmesothatwayyou

canlisten.”

“Yousure?”sheasks,andItellher,“Yes!Muteitnow.I’mgoingdownthere.”

“‘Kay.”Thelinegoessilent,andIlockmyphone.Thescreenturnsblack,andIgrabthecasefile

thenheadonin.

“Morning,Tom.”Helookslikeshit,likehewasonawildbendertheentireweekend.

“Hey,Jett,thanksforseeingme.”Suddenlyhe’sbeingnice,thenheshakesmyhand,andallIcan

thinkaboutishiminthatvideo.

“Ipresumeyougotmyemail.”

“Idid,andI’mreadytosettlethingswiththatfuckin’cunt.”

“Her name’s Natalie. For the sake of common decency, would you please refrain from the

derogatoryandcallherNatalie?”

“No,she’safuckingcunt.”

“Anyway.Ralphtoldmeyoutrashedthebeachhouse,ormorelikedestroyedit?”

“I didn’t do that. The bachelor party might have gotten a little bit out of control, but it wasn’t

intentional.”

“There’saspraypaintedmessageonthewalltoherthatshecanhavethehouse,wasthatpartofthe

party,too?”

He nods, the pompous prick that he is. Having him lie right to my face irritates me. It wasn’t the

partythatgotoutofhand.Heknewjustwhathewasdoing,anditwasintentional.KeepingNatalieinthe

forefrontofmymind,becausesheisthemostimportantthinghere,Icontinuecalmly.

“Areyouawarethathermother’surnwasshatteredandherasheswerestompedintothefloor?”

“Oh,dear,mypoormother-in-law’sremainshavebeentarnished,”hesaysinamockingtone.“Ihad

noidea.”

“Tom,youcancutthebullshitwithme.Remember,Iworkforyou.I’monyourside.”

“Areyou,Jett?”

“Ofcourse,Iam.Whywouldyoueverquestionthat?”

“WhydoyoucarewhatIcallNatalie?”

“Because she’s a woman and my mother raised me to give women respect. Also, if this goes to

court, I don’t need you in the habit of referring to her as anything else except for Natalie, do you

understandme?”

“Yeah.”

“Sowhatreallyhappened,Tom?”

“Honest to God, the party got wild, we did a bunch of coke, and I got the crazy idea to trash the

place.ItfeltliketheonlywayIcouldgetbackather.She’sgonnagetwhatshewants,sonowshecan

haveit.”

“Well,here’stheproblemthatwehavenow.Ifwegotocourt,they’llusethatagainstus.Imean,

whatyoudidtoherdeceasedmotherisappalling.Nojudgeisgonnabeonourside,atall.So…wegotta

settlethisoutofcourt.Whichleadstothenexttopic.Natalieisclaimingshehasyourphonewithsome

incriminatingpicturesand/orvideos.Idon’treallyknowmuchaboutit.Ihopeyouhaveyourphoneand

she’slying.Youhaveit,right?”

Heshakeshishead,hisentiredemeanorchangeshearingthisrevelation.“Whereisit?”

“I…Ilostit,butIthoughtIlostitscrewingaroundintheocean.”

“Wow,okay,Tom.Solet’ssayshedoeshaveyourphone.Isthereanythingontherethatweshould

beconcernedabout?”

Herunshisfingersthroughhisthin,baldinghairandshouts,“Fuck!”

“Jesus,whatisit?”

“It’llruinmycareer.Ihadalapseinjudgment,andIknowthatshitwillbelookeddownuponifit

getsout.Sogivethefuckingbitchwhatevershewants.ButIwantmyphoneback.Gotit?”

“But,whatisit?”Iasksohedoesn’thaveanyinclinationthatIalreadyknowaboutthevideo.

“It was a one-time thing, after a combination of too many drugs and alcohol. I can’t have anyone

thinkingthatwayaboutme;it’snottrue.”

“AreyousureyouwanttogiveNataliewhatevershewants?”

“Yes, but I want a signed NDA from her that she won’t release anything that’s on my phone if I

comply.”

“Absolutely,”Iagree,andwithoutanotherwordhestormsoutoftheroom,heavingthedooropen

and walking away like a child. I press the button on my phone, hoping that Natalie is still there. Sure

enough,sheis.“Didyouhearallofthat?”Iaskher

“Yeah.OhmyGod,Jett,didthatreallyjusthappen?”

“Yup.Youokaywitheverything?”

“Yeah,Ifeelbetterknowingitwasamistake.Icouldn’timagineTombeinggay.”

“Itmakessensenowwhyhe’ssoadamantongettinghisphoneback.”

“I’m…I’mspeechless.”

“Asyoushouldbe,Itoldyoutoletmehandlethedivorce.Nowyouhavetothinkaboutwhatyou

wantandemailittoRalphsowecanendthisbeforehechangeshismind.Also,don’tleavemyhouse,in

casehe’slookingforyou.He’saloosecannonrightnow.”

“Thankyousomuch,”shetellsme.

“Anythingforyou,babe.”

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Natalie

With Oliver balled up at my feet, I can’t even fathom what I want to ask Tom for. I feel like I’ve been

staringatthisblanknotepadforhours,andmaybeIhavebeenbecauseJettishomeandIstillhavenothing

writtendown.

Myeyesaredrawntothedoorashegracesmewithhispresence.

Fuck,he’ssohot.

“YouhavenoideahowmuchImissedyoutoday.”

“Yeah?”Iaskhim,andhesetshisstuffdown,thensitsnexttome,kissingmetenderly,sosoftand

sweet,leavingmyclittwitchingandmewantingmore.

“How’sthelistcoming?”heasks.

Ishowhimtheblankpaper,andhelaughs.“Allright,maybeIcangetyoudrunk,andthat’llhelp.

“Idon’tknowifanythingwillhelp,Jett.”

“No?”hequizzicallylooksatmefromthekitchen,pouringuseachtwofingersofScotch.

“No. I can’t think of a thing that I want from Tom. All I can think about is my mom and how I

promisedtospreadherashesoutatsea.ButIcouldn’tbringmyselftodoit,andnowit’stoolate.”

“I’msorry,babe.Ididfindacompanythatspecializesinthatsortofthing,anditwon’tbeexactly

asitwasbefore,buttheyshouldbeabletogetyourmom’sashescollected.Theyaregoingtothehousein

themorning.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,we’llgetherashesbackandthenwecanspreadthemwhenyou’reready,okay?”

Inod,thankfulforJettandhiskindheart.I’mnotsurehowIgotsolucky,butIdid.

“Thenwecanfixthehousebackup.”Hehandsmethedrink,andItakeasipofthestrongliquor,

myeyessquintingfromtheburninmythroat,andhesays,“Sowritethatdown.”

IlistenandthenstareattheonethingIhavelisted.

“Howmuchmoneydoyouwant?”

“Thefifteenmillionisplenty.”

“Is it, though? After how shitty of a husband he was to you and what he did to your mom, is that

enough?”

“Fine,twenty?”

“Babe,Tomisworthtwoandahalfbilliondollars.”

“Really?”Iasktherevelationisnewstome.Ithoughthehadahundredmilliondollarstops.Iguess

it’sjustanotherthinghehidfrommeduringourmarriage.

“Yes,soyouneedtoupthemoney.”

“Youthinkfiftymillionistoomuch?”

“Noway,I’dtellhimyouwantfivehundredmillion.”

“Jett,Ican’tdothat.”

“Sure you can. You have leverage over him. He said you can have whatever you want. He

obviouslydoesnotwanttheworldtoseehisvideo.Speakingof,didyougetacopypulledoffthephone

today?”

“Idid.WhatifIaskforanotheroneofthehouses?”

“Whydothat?You’regonnaliveherewithme,andI’mnotabouttomoveintooneofhishomes.”

“Wereyouserioustheothernight?Youwantmetostayhere—”

Hecutsmeoffandsays,“Forever.”

“That’scrazy.”

“Baby,I’mcrazy…foryou.”

AndIlookintohiseyes.Theyaretheclearestthey’vebeensinceI’veknownhim.Hehasthemost

genuineexpressioneveracrosshisface,andIknowI’mjustascrazyforhim.“Thenhandlethedivorce,

thewayyoutoldmeyouwould,Itrustyou.”

“Doyounow?”heasksandpinsmebackonthecouch.

“Ido.”

“Don’tsaythosewords,orI’llflyyoutoVegas.”

Ilaugh,butit’scutshort.Jettkissesme,hisdeepgruntsturningmeon,andthenslowlyheworkshis

waydownmybody.Irelishinhislipsandtheproficientwayheusesthem.Sogentle,yetfirm,dryyet

moist.

Hemovesfurtherdownandexposesmytits,stretchingmyshirtsohecankissandloveonthem.He

doesn’tseemtocarethatthefabricistearing;thesoundisloudinthequietroom.

Thenhekneelsupandshredsitcompletely.I’mlyingpantingbeneathhimashegripsbothofmy

breastshard,pinchingmynipples.Ireachforhiscock,whichispushingatmethroughblackdresspants.

“Iwanttotieyouup,”hetellsmedrivinghimselfagainstmyhand.

“Okay,”Iconfirm,andhecarriesmeintothebedroom,butthistimeinsteadoflayingmeonthebed,

he leaves me standing in the room. He disappears into the closet, and I watch, wondering what he’s

getting.I’mremindedofthecommenthemadethefirsttimethatweslepttogether,“Imighthogtieyouand

stuffyoufullofdildos.”

Iswallow.AshornyasJettmakesme,I’mnotsurehowIwouldfeelaboutthat…atall.

Thenhecomesoutintothebedroom,starknaked.Themusclesofhisbodyflexashewalkstowards

me,theonlythingonhimisacoilofropeinhishand.

“Nodildos?”Iask

“No,I’mallthatwilleverbeinsideyourbody.”

I swallow, realizing that he meant what he said earlier. This is forever. Standing behind me, he

grabsthetopsofmyarms,pullingthembackward.Thenheslidestheropeovermyhandsandglidesitup

myarmstighteningitaroundmybiceps,makingmesquirmalittlefrombeingheldinplace.“Staystill,”

hewhispersashebeginstodohismagic,windingallaroundmyboobsandthenknottingtheropebehind

meonmyarms.

“WhatifIwanttobeuntied?”Iask.

“Then you’ll have to wait this time.” He yanks on the rope and then pushes me forward onto the

bed.Ifallfacefirstandlaugh.“Assup,baby,”heordersmeandhelpsmegetinthepositionhewants.My

faceissmashedagainstthebed,andmyarmsarepinnedbehindme.Hefightstopullmypantsdown,and

oncehehasthematmyknees,hetugs,butmylegsgiveout,andI’mflatagain.

Irolloverandlookathimtakingmypantsallthewayoff.Hemightactroughinthebedroom,but

he’sreallysogentleandsweet.“DidIsayyoucouldrollover?”

Ishakemyheadandaboutdroolonmyselflookingathishardcock.“Comehere,”Itellhimand

lickmylips.

“Youwantme?”

“Uhhuh.”

“Yougonnasuckmegood?”Inod,andhetwistsmeonthebedinoneswiftmovement.Myheadis

now hanging backward over the edge, and all I see is his shaft, then he pushes it down and enters my

mouth.Fuck,Ilovehisdick.Iloveeverythingaboutit.Ilovehowhardheisforme,harderthananyother

manI’vebeenwith.Ilovehowbigheisandhowsofttheskinisagainstmytongue.

GettinglostasIlickandswirlaroundhim,Ilethimfuckmymouthwhilehegripsontotheropes

betweenmybreasts.Thenumbnessinmyhandsfades,replacedwiththepleasurehe’sprovidingme.He

spreadsopenmypussyandbeginstofingerme,makingmeforgeteverythingexceptforhistouch.

“You’realwayssowetforme,”hesaysthroughgrittedteeth,barrelinginandoutofmymouth.

Iliehelpless,tiedupandunderhisspell,underhiscontrol,thewayhewantsmetobe.Givingover

tothepleasure,mynoisespeakandhestopssuddenlybeforeIcancome.“Stop!”Itryandlookupathim,

butcan’tseemuchasmyheadishangingoffthesideofthebed.Iknowhe’sclose,that’stheonlyreason

he’dstop.Hisfingersareinsidemeandhisdickinmymouth.Tryingtostayasstillaspossible,Ilosethe

battlewhenhisfingerstwitchinsideofme,andIswirlmytonguearoundtheheadofhisshaftwhichrests

perfectlyagainstmytongue.

“Ahhhhhh,fuck,baby!”hegrunts,grippingmysexandmovingagain,fuckingmymouthlikeIwant

himtofuckmypussy.SurprisinglyIdon’tgagatthisangleswallowinghiscum.Ilovetotastehiminthe

backofmythroat.

“Youlikegettingskullfucked?”heasks,lettinggoofmypussyandtakingholdofhisshaftpushing

moreandmoreofhimselfintome.Swallowingbackmoreofhiscumthatspraysintome,Ikeepsucking.

Thenoutoftheblue,hepullsawayfromme.“You’regonnapayforthat.”

“Forwhat?”

“FormakingmecomewhenIdidn’twantto.”

“Youdoittomeallthetime,Jett.”

“That’sbecauseI’mincontrol,youaren’t.”

“Obviously,”Itellhimandrolltomyside,wigglingmyfingersasItryandgetsomebloodflow

backtothem.Jettjumpsonthebedandpositionshimselfbehindme.Mycuntachesforhiscock,likea

junkieneedingtheirnexthitofadrug.

“Fuckme,please?”Ibeg.

Herubshimselfagainstmypussy,andImoaninpleasure,justwantinghiminsideofmealready.

“Areyougonnalisten?”

“Yes.”

With his hands, he spreads apart my ass cheeks exposing me to him; then he barrels into me.

“Jesus,”Icryoutashepumpsinandoutofme,holdingmybodytightly.

“It’sJett,baby.NotJesus.”

“Fuck me, Jett,” I tell him, and my words push us both out of this world. He slams me so hard,

everything inside of me spirals in a haze of ecstasy. He takes my thighs in his hands and lifts me up,

spreadingmewider,vulnerableforhimtodowithashepleases.

IgrindmyteethasIarchmyhelplessbody,givingintoanearth-shatteringorgasm.Fireburnswithin

me,frommyheadtotoes,causingmetoshudderandscream.

Coming back to reality, I’m now flat on my stomach, still tied up, and Jett is still riding me. I’m

immobile beneath him. The only thing I can move are my feet and my pussy muscles. The second that I

clench down on his dick he comes. The connection is so strong between us, like nothing I’ve ever

experienced,andinthismomentIcanfeelwhatJetthasbeenfeelingallalong.Hedoessomethingtome

thatnooneelsecan,andIcan’tlivewithoutit.

Chapter16

Jett

“Idon’tknowwhatshehasonyou,Tom,butIdon’tthinkwe’reinapositiontonegotiate.”He’squiet,

lookingoutmyofficewindow.“Unlessyoufeeldifferently,Ithinkwegottatakethisdeal.”

I’msittingherewithTom,watchingthegearsturninginhisheadashewrestleswiththedecision.

HelooksworsethanwhenIlastsawhim.ThenewsofthevideoNataliehasonhimisobviouslytakinga

toll. Licking my lips, I can still taste Natalie on them, and I imagine her this morning, but Tom cuts my

daydreamshort.

“A billion dollars, Jett?” His eyes are filled with tears, and I wish I felt bad asking for so much

money,butIdon’t.Nataliedeservesit.

“It’snothalfofwhatyou’reworth.Shecouldhaveaskedforhalfofeverything.”

“Ishould’vesignedafuckingprenup,”hegrumbles.

“Well,youdidn’t,soareyoureadytoputthisbehindyou?”

“Jesus Christ, I hope that bitch gets her day.” His comment puts me on the edge, and I slide the

papersinfrontofhim,slammingapendown.“WherethefuckdoIsign?”Withasatisfiedfeelinginside

ofmystomach,Ipointandwatchhimbuckle,likethebitchheis.Hesignswithoutevenreadingit,and

I’m tempted to start taking on even more divorces from now on. They are way easier than weeks of

preparationfortrialsandthenmonthsincourt.Plus,nowthatI’mwithNat,Idon’twanttobeincourtor

workinglonghours.

“WhenwillIgetmyphoneback?”

“Assoonasthewireisdone.YoucanpickitupfromRalph.”

“HowmuchdoIhavetopayyounow?”heasks.

“I’llhaveJasminesendyouthefinalinvoice.Don’tworry,Tom,I’llgoeasyonyou.”

Heshakesmyhand,andashewalksoff,IknowI’vegainedmorethananyamountofmoneycould

everprovideme.

Rightaway,IpickupmyphoneanddialNatalie,“Hi,baby,”

“Hey,how’syourday?”sheasksme.

“Reallygood.CanIseeyou?Ihavesomethingforyou.”

“Ofcourse.Whatisit?”

“Asurprise.Cometomyoffice.”

Wehangup,andIcallRalph,keepingthingsinlinesonothingcancomebackonus.“Ralph,Jett

Jordanhere.”

“Howareyou,Jett?”

“Verywell,you?”

“Good.”

“IhaveanofferIthinkyourclientwilllikeverymuch.WouldyoumindifIcalledNatalieandhad

hercomeinandreviewit?Icanemailittoyoufirst,ofcourse.”

“Youcanjusttellme,Jett,I’msurehe’snotofferingawholelot.”

“Myclienthashadachangeofheart,Iguessyoucouldsay,andheispreparedtoofferNataliethe

beachhouseandonebilliondollars.”

“I’msorry…didyousayonebillion?”

“I did, he’s already executed the paperwork. That’s kinda why I want to have Natalie come here

beforehebacksoutorchangeshismind.Ifeelterribleforwhatshe’sbeenthrough,especiallyrecently

withthebeachhouseandhermother’sremains.”

“Byallmeans,dowhatyouneedto,Jett,andthankyou.”

Wehangup,andit’snotlonguntilNatalieisstandingattheentrancetomyoffice.“Hi,”shesays,

herlongblondehairispiledupontopofherhead,justthewayitwasthedayImether,andhereyeshave

thatlooktothem,thelookshegetswhensheneedsagood,hardfucking.

“Closethedoor.”

“Okay.”

She walks towards me, and I take her in my arms, burying my face into her soft neck. “I missed

you.”

She holds me back, letting me nuzzle her. Her hold has become one of my favorite places in the

world, and as I pull away, I reach on my desk for the final divorce settlement. Handing it to her, she

studiesthepaperwork,andthenhereyesgetverywide.

“Isthissigned?”sheflipstothebackpage,andwhensheseeshissignature,hermouthgapesback

atme.“How…howdid…a…a…abilliondollars,Jett?OhmyGod.”Herhandfliesoverhermouthas

tearsfillherbeautifulgreeneyes.

“Itoldyoutoletmehandleit.Signit!Youdeserveit,baby.”Sheblinkslookingatthepaperwork,

andIholdhertightly.

“Areyousure?”

“Yes!”Ihandherapenandletgoofher.Shebendsovermydesk,andIgropeherhipsandass,

lovingthatsheisfinallydonewithTomandgettingwhatshedeserves.Asshestandsandhandsmethat

paperwork,Ipressthecallbuttononmyphone.“Yes,Mr.Jordan?”Jasmineanswers.

“Ineedyoutoclearmycalendarfortherestoftheweek,andIneedyoutogotothecourthousefor

me,ASAP.”

“Yes,sir.ShouldIhaveWalterhandleyourcases?”

“Yeah,I’llsendhimanemailandbringyouwhatIneedfiledtoday.”

Wehangup,andIcan’tstopmyselffromkissingNatalie.IknewIhadtohaveher,andnow,after

all,we’vebeenthroughIcanrestassuredthatshegotwhatshedeservedandwillneverbehurtbythat

assholeagain.

Chapter17

Jett

“Let’scelebrate,”ItellNatalie.

“Areyousure?”

“Hell,yeah.Pluswe’vebeeninthehouseallweek,thepaperworkisfiled,andthemoneyisinyour

account.I’vesnaggedmyselfabillionaire,”Iteaseher,andshesmacksmeonmyshoulder.Iknowshe

didn’tbelievethatthiswouldreallyhappen,butTomwaseagertogethisstupidphonebackandbedone

withallofthisonceandforall.Obviously,he’snotthesmartestpersonintheworld,becausebothNat

andIhaveacopyofthevideo.

“Sothat’sreallywhyyou’rewithme?”

“Yup,itwasmyplanallalong.”Sherollshereyes,andIpullheragainstmychest.“Imean,that

andyourpussy,andyourlips,andyourheart.Youcapturedminethedaywemet;nowI’myourprisoner.”

“DoesthatmeanIcantieyouup?”

“Doyouwantto?”

She nods, and I’m not sure why I’m even considering it, but something inside of me wants to

relinquishallofmycontrolovertoher.“Let’sgooutandcelebrate,thenmaybeI’llletyou.”

Whenwearereadytoleave,Natalietakesmybreathawayinthesexiestdress.Walkinguptoher,I

kneel and reach under it. “What are you doing?” she asks me and I get lost with my head beneath the

fabric,mysensesinvadedbyhersweetcottonyscent.ThenItakemyteethandclampdownonthetiny

wetmarkacrossthefrontofherpanties.Sheholdsontothebackofmyhead,allowingmetodragthem

downherlegswithmymouth.

“You’rewet…again.So,youknowtherules.Thesearenowmine.”

“Ican’tleaveherewithoutmyunderwearon.”

“Sureyoucan,andyouwill.”

Leaving her panties on the bed, I take her hand and guide her to my car. As I walk around to the

driver’sside,Iimagineherbarepussyrestingagainstmyleatherseat,andIcannotwaittotakeherout

andforthefirsttimeevernotbenervousaboutbeingseentogether.

“Wherearewegoing?”sheasksasIdriveintothecity.

“It’sasurprise.”

“CanIhaveahint?”

“Nope,andifyoukeepaskingsomanyquestions,I’mgonnamakeyousuckmeofftoquietyou‘til

wegetthere.”

Shereachesformydick,whichisalreadyhard,andI’mthankfulthatwherewearegoingisnottoo

far.WhenitcomestoNat,mycontrolislikethatofawettissue,onewrongmoveandit’sdestroyed.

As we wait in the valet line, I place her hand back on her lap, giving my cock a moment to go

down.

Headinginside,weareseatedinacozybooth,andassheopenshermenu,Ipullthetabletowards

usblockingtheviewofherlap.ThenIwindmyhandbeneathherdress.Herbarepussyissowet,andher

eyesgetwideasIbegintoplaywithher.

“Hi,welcometoLordi.WhatcanIgetyoutwotodrink?”thewaitressasksus.

MyeyesareonNatalie,neverbreakingcontactwithherorceasingmytormentoverherclit.She

doesn’tanswer,waitingforme,soIslideafingerinsideofher.Shetensesthensays,“Uhh,we’llhave

twoScotchesontherocks,please.”

Icansensethewaitresspauseandlookatme.Butshedoesn’tprobebeforewalkingaway.Natalie

gripsmybicep,andIstopmoving.“Whatareyouthinking?”

“ThatIwantyoutocome.”

“Righthere?”shewhispers.

“Yes.”

“Jett,Ithoughtwewerecelebrating.”

“We are.” I start pleasing her again, and she buries her face into my neck, letting me do with her

what I want. I sit still, acting like nothing is going on but my girl resting on my shoulder, and every so

oftenIwhisperinherearasshemoansintomine.“You’reabadgirl,Natalie,lettingmedothistoyouin

public.”

“Mmmhhh,”shemoans,threadingherfingersintothebackofmyhairandIknowshe’sclose.The

waitresssetsourdrinksdownandjustwalksoff.

“Areyougonnacomeforme?”Iaskher,andshewhimpers,soclose.Thenthisperfectmomentis

ruined as the last person on earth I want or expected to see looks at me from across the room. “Come,

now!”IorderherasTomgetsupandheadstowardsus.Herbodytremblesalittle,andshebitesmyneck.

“Jett?”Tomquestionsme,andinstantlyhisvoicemakesherfreeze.I’mnothappyabouthimbeing

here,butI’msosatisfiedthatshecame.

“Tom.”I’msterninmyresponse.ThereisnohidingwhoIamwith.AsNataliepullsherfaceaway

fromme,sheisflushedandred,thewaysheisaftershecomes.“Natalie?”hescoffsandrunshishand

overhisbaldinghead.

IfigureIbetterputanendtothisquickly.Obviously,thereisnolovelostbetweenus,andIneed

himtounderstandwho’sinchargehere.“Doyouneedsomething?”

“So,youarefuckingher?”

“Isthataproblem?Youaredivorced,right?”

“Jesus fucking Christ!” he shouts and leans over the table. His small woman-like hands make me

chuckle.“You’refired,JettJordan,andwhateveryoumademesignunderfalsepretensesI’mbackingout

on.”

HistiehangsdownandIgrabaholdofit,thensaytohim,“Thedivorceisfinal,youfuckin’moron,

soyoucan’tfireme,andtheonlybackingoutyou’llbedoingisawayfromthistable,orIwillpostthat

videoofyougettingrammedlikeaprisonbitch.Doyouunderstandme?”Hiseyesarewideashestares

at me and I let go of his tie. I can see his demeanor change from my words. I didn’t sign a NDA like

Nataliedid,soIcanpostthevideo.

LettinghimknowthatnotonlyNatalieismine,butIstillhaveleverageoverhim,issosatisfying.

He leaves the restaurant like a bitch with his head down. And it’s funny after him always calling

Nataliethat,thathe’stheone,intheend,actinglikeone.Hedoesn’tevenlookatthemenhewaseating

with;hejustboltspastthem.Iwavetothemenandtheygobacktotheirmealasifhimleavingabruptlyis

nobigdeal.AndI’mnotsurprised—itshouldn’tbe.TomValeroisano-good,piece-of-shitassholethat

deserveseverybadthingthatcomestohim.

“I’msorryyouhadtoseethat,”ItellNat,whoisstone-coldnexttome.

“It’sokay.Thankyouforstickingupforme.”

“Always,baby.Fromhereonout,it’syouandme.”

Shesmiles,andIneverwouldhavethoughtfromthemomentwemet,andmybodyyearnedforher

thewayitdoes,thiswouldbewhereweendedup.TheconnectionwassointensesexuallythatIassumed

afewtimesfuckingandI’dbegood.Butman,wasIwrong.Icouldneverhaveenoughtimewithher.She

is my world, my purpose for living, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We went from one sexual

encountertobeingeachother’severything.AndasIsitherewithherinthismoment,Icouldn’tbehappier

oraskforanythingmorethanjusther,myNatalie.

Epilogue

Jett

WatchingNatalie’smother'sashesabsorbintotheocean,eachislikeasnowflakemeltingaway.Shelets

out a deep breath, and I admire her strength and resilience. Her hands are wrapped firmly around the

railingofournewyacht,andIholdontohertightly,noticingastraytearrollingdownhercheek.Thisis

thefirstshehascried,andIwipeitawayforher.“Ididn’twanttocry,babe,”shesaystome.

“It’s okay, Nat. Do you realize what you just did and how brave you were doing it? Shedding a

coupleoftearsistobeexpected.”

Shenods,andIkissthetopofherhair,holdinghercloseagainstmychest.

“I’msorryIwaiteduntilourlastdayoutatseatodothis.”

“Stop it. Don’t you apologize for shit! We’ve had an amazing time out here and we both knew

spreadingyourmother’sasheswasapartofit.Howmanydayshasitbeen?”

“Thirty-two, babe,” she responds softly, and I can’t believe it’s been that long. It’s been the best

monthofmylife.I’venevertakentimeawayfromworkorwantedto,untilnow.ButNataliemakesmedo

allsortsofthingsInormallywouldn’t.

“Youokay?”Iaskherturningheraround,sosheisnowlookingintomyeyes.

“Yeah,IfeelbetteraboutthingsthanIthoughtIwould.Iexpectedittobehardertolethergo,but

it’slikethisweighthasbeenliftedoffmyshoulders.”

“That’swhatIwantedtohear.Youdidwhatshewantedyoutodo,baby.I’msoproudofyou,”Itell

herasOliverandournewdog,Olivia,achocolatebrownlab,whowerescuedfromalocalshelter,zoom

pastuschasingeachother.IwentfrombeingOliver’sbestfriendtosomewherearoundthirdplace,but

I’mokaywithit.TheybothmakeNataliesohappy.Shechuckleswatchingthemrunby.“They’recrazy.”

“Yeah,theyare,”Iagreehappily.“Whatdoyousay,youletmecookforyou,baby?”

“YouknowI’dlovethat.”

Taking her face in between the palms of my hands I bring her in and kiss her tenderly, knowing I

havetostaygentleorI’llendupbendingheroverandfuckingher.

Shekissesmeback,justassoftly,herlipsassmoothastheairbetweenus.Thesexualtensionisas

thickasever.HereyesareconsumingmeasIleadherintothekitchen.Thetwodogsfollowusandpark

themselvesatherfeetsoshecanpetthem.

Offinthedistance,herphoneringsandshegoestoansweritasIpreparetotakeourfoodtothe

grill.Icanhearheronitinthebedroomandheadout,givingherspace.“Comeon,”Itellthedogs,but

theybothstaylyingexactlywheretheyare,lookinginthedirectionoftheroomthatNatalieisin.“Fine,I

didn’twanteitherofyoutojoinmeanyway,”Itellthemandgooutondeck.AsIlightthegrill,Ilookoff

attheview.It’sfuckingamazingouthere,nothingbutcrystalbluewaterasfarasIcansee.We’vegone

allthewayfromCaliforniaintotheGulfofMexicoandback.I’veneverboatedsomuchinallofmylife,

andItrulyloveit.

Putting the steaks on the grill, Natalie comes out with a bewildered expression across her face.

“Whowasthat?”

“HaveyouheardofJaniceBlack?”

“Theactress?”

“Yeah.Shewasafriendofmymom’s,amentortoher,andshewantsmetodotheinteriordesignon

hernewhouseinCalabasas.”

“That’sgreatnews,”Itellher,butshedoesn’tseemasexcited.

“Itis.”

“Thenwhat’stheproblem?”

“I…Ijustdon’tknowifIhaveitinmeanymore.”

“Yes,youdo.Lookatthebeachhouseandwhatyou’vedonetoitsincewegotitremodeled.It’s

beautiful.You’retalented,don’teverforgetthat.”

“ButIdon’tneedthemoney.”

“So what? I don’t need money anymore either, but I’m not gonna stop being a lawyer. I think you

shouldconsiderit;itwouldbegoodforyou.”

ShesmilesthatsmileIlove,absorbingmywords.Theonethatmeltsmyheartandmakesmycock

hardatthesametime.IgripthehandletothegrillhardsoIcanholdmyground.I’vehadtolearntodo

littlethingslikethiswhenitcomestobeingaroundNatalie,inordertokeepmycomposureandstayin

control.

“Okay,I’llmeetwithher,”sheagrees,andthatisjustwhatIwantedtohearfromher.It’sastepin

therightdirection.AsmuchasI’dlovetokeephertiedtomybedandhaveherdoexactlywhatIwant,

whenIwant,that’snotgoodforNatalie.Gettingbackintodesignis.I’veseenfirsthandjusthowhappyit

makesher.I’mnotgoingtoholdherbackthewayTomdid.Shelivedforyearslikethat,andIwon’tlet

hereverendurethatagain.

I’mgoingtoencourageherandsupportwhateverthefuckshewantstodo,whileIdomybestto

givehertheworld.Toliftherup,thewaysheliftsmeupeveryday.Hell,we’vebeentogetherforclose

to a year now, and it feels like time has passed in the blink of an eye. I only hope the rest of our lives

doesn’tgobysoquickly.IfonlyIcouldslowdowntime…Ithinkweallwould.Butsincewecan’t,I’ll

continuelovingandsupportingher,enjoyingeachday,thankfulthatshecameintomylifewhenshedid.

IneverthoughtinamillionyearsthefirsttimeIlaideyesonherthatshewouldbemineforever,but

sheis,andIamtheluckiestmaninthefuckingworld.

Acknowledgements

ThisbookisarealitybecauseofsomanypeoplethatI’mnotsurehowtoproperlythank,butI’lldomy

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William,yoursupportandvisionaroundthesestoriesmeanstheworldtome.Thankyouforbeing

thegreatesthusband,partner,andco-workeragirlcouldaskfor.Iloveyoutothemoonandback,baby.

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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Epilogue

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