chapter 39 | long time, no see-2

"Yes. I do." He looks off as he thinks for a moment. "OK. I'll come back." "Thank you." I watch as Phoenix gets in his car and leaves, then I go back inside. "Sorry about that," I tell Troy as I close the front door. "It's cool. So, I want to print one hundred of each design and see which ones have the strongest sales and go from there." "Works for me." "Good." Troy gathers his things. "So, that's your new guy?" I smirk. "It is." "You happy?" "He was great at first, then he . . . never mind." "Well, I'm always here if you need to talk. Come here. Give me a hug." Troy wraps his strong arms around me. I embrace him, my face falls on his chest. I look up at him. "You're the best friend a girl could ask for, Troy." He looks down at me. "I know." He smiles, then kisses me on my forehead. "Touch base with you later?" "Sure thing." Troy lets himself out and closes the front door. I drop down on the couch, glad that a confrontation was avoided. I take my iPad and turn on my favorite playlist to soothe my frazzled nerves. Half an hour later, Phoenix returns. "Hmm. This Troy dude?" he asks, standing in the doorway. "What about him? Come in." He steps in. I close the door. "He wants more from you." I raise my eyebrow. "We're friends and business partners, that's it." "Whatever that situation, you belong to me." "Do I?" I walk backwards towards the kitchen. He follows. "You know you do. You're mine." "Am I?" "Yep." "If I am, then I own you too," I challenge. He stops and thinks for a second. "That's fair. I'm your property. You own my ass too." He smirks. I let the victory sink in. "But that is mine too." His eyes zero in on what's between my thighs. My heart quickens, awakening from a deep slumber. I say nothing in return. He has me. Recognizing his win, he drops his seriousness and slaps a silly grin on his face. "I brought you a peace offering." He goes to the island in the kitchen and grabs one of the coffee cups. He lifts the lid and wafts the aroma towards my nose. "100 percent organic Arabica bean." He opens the box, "Breakfast pastries, huh? You like that?" He nods his head. "Chocolate almond croissants, spinach and cheese quiche, caramel pecan muffins, an apple Danish." He looks at me out the side of his eye and smiles. "Don't you want to try one with me?" He sounds like a cheesy radio announcer. "Come on, try one." He takes a slice of quiche and stuffs the whole thing into his mouth. "Come on! Try one!" "You're making a mess!" I bust out laughing. I grab a napkin to wipe his face. Speaking with a mouth full of food, he garbles, "What? I just wanted to have breakfast together." Standing so close to him as I wipe his face, a sense of nostalgia sweeps over me. I miss him. It feels so good to be this close to him. I feel like I'm myself again. I can't believe how empty I felt before. I never want to feel that way again. I want him to stay with me like this. In this moment. Fun and sexy and silly and open and kind and loving. I want it to always be like this. Right here. Flume's "Never Be Like You" plays softly on my iPad. I must've left it on. The napkin drops to the floor as I grab him by the collar, pulling him close to me. "I've missed you," I tell him between a thousand kisses. "I can't stand you sometimes, but I can't stay mad at you. No matter how hard I try." He embraces me and pulls me into the living room. "Babe, I'm only human." He looks at me with the saddest, sexiest puppy-dog eyes and breathes in deeply before tugging at my "#BossChick" T-shirt. "Like this shirt, by the way." We stop at the couch. He proceeds to lift my T-shirt and softly kiss my bare breasts. Before I know it, he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it across the room. "It's one of my designs." I bring his face to mine once again. I'm addicted to his lips. I love how our tongues flirt and dance, slip and slide. He pulls away and looks at me with searing eyes. It's so intense, it sends shudders down my spine. He runs his thumb over my lips, I take it into my mouth, sucking on it. "Wish you had told me that before." "Didn't know you cared." He hones in on my breasts and leaves a tantalizing trail of wet kisses from the undersides of each breast down to my belly button. I lean back, teetering on the edge of the couch as he continues downward, pulling my sweats, then thong off. I'm standing in my living room fully naked. "Well, I do care." He travels further south. His tongue presses until he reaches my clit. Bingo. He looks up at me. "Hmm. That pretty pussy." He takes me into his mouth. I delight in watching him kneel before me. "Oh." My head dips back as I surrender to his sexy, wet, warm mouth. His hands grab my hips as he pulls me into his mouth. "Oh." He French kisses my clit sending a ripple of shivers through my body. He dips his middle finger, sliding right in. He kisses and fingers me at the same time. It causes a confusion of my senses. The coming and going, sucking and licking sensations send me reeling into the stratosphere. I'm helpless against his constant nudging. He's pushing me closer and closer to the edge, until I can no longer control myself. My everything has a mind of its own. I feel the enthralling sensation of a complete and total eruption. Then euphoria floods my body with elation. "I want to see your face. I want to see every expression you make as I fuck you." His dark eyes pierce right through me as he flicks his tongue over my clit, sending secondary shockwaves throughout my body. When he finally stands up, he's harder than I've ever seen. I unzip his pants and pull down his boxer briefs, his erection springs out. His hardness rubs up against my wet thighs, sending an impulse so strong I can barely hold back. I ache for him to be inside me. He prolongs the moment. Palming me, he gathers wetness on his hand and places his erection into his wet hand, playing with it. Running his hand up and down his shaft, all while staring me deep in my eyes, my honey glistening on his lips. He dips his tip into my wetness, going up and down and up and down again, priming himself to enter me. I wait in anticipation, not knowing when he'll decide to enter. The waiting is excruciating. I could wrap my legs around him right now and ride him into oblivion. I want him, but I have no control over it. He teases me, dipping the tip inside for a second then pulling out. He goes in and out, again and again. Finally, he enters me completely, satisfying that achy craving. I gasp with deep gratification as he moans with pleasure. He picks me up slightly, off the back of the couch. Standing in my living room, he bounces me up and down on his hardness repeatedly. With every bounce, I grind my hips, teasing his erection, like a snake charmer. He grips my behind. Everything speeds up and still, I can't get enough. I bounce harder, faster. It's still not enough. I need more. He bangs me harder. There are no words. Our bodies do all the talking. There's an urgency beyond my control. He needs me, I can tell by the way his hands clamor all over my body. My breath gets shorter. I want every piece of him. I take his tongue into my mouth and I ride his dick. It's not enough. I want more. He wants more. His muscles flex as his grip tightens around my hips. He begins grinding his hips moving himself inside me in the most delicious way. My hips grind tighter, teasing his dick like a seductress with a feather. He hugs me, keeping my body still as his strokes get longer and much, much faster. I feel he's about to pour himself into me. Before he climaxes, I reach the peak again. Specks of color fly everywhere as tension shatters like broken glass. So, this is what they're talking about when they say multiple orgasms! I hear myself outside of myself. Then he moans loudly as he tenses, releases, then relaxes into me. We collapse to the floor catching our breath. After a while, we both get up and lie down on the couch. I rest my head on his chest and we cuddle. I pull a throw over us and we chat, catching up like old friends.