Chapter 29
JACK
From: J. Spearman
To: A. Walker
Subject: Family Emergency
Monday, May 23rd, 8:00 a.m.
There was a family emergency, and I’ll be out of the office for the next couple of days. I delegated most of my tasks, so you don’t have to worry about your problem child. What happened to your cat?
J.
AWalk90 sent you a playlist
AWalk90: Is everyone okay?
I look at Ramen who is resting next to me.
She’s doing better. We picked her up Friday morning, and she’s barely left my side.
I stayed with Em for the weekend, and I might continue doing the same for the next couple of days.
Ramen only eats when I’m next to her, petting her.
She lets me clean her wounds. If Em gets close to her, she hisses at her.
JSpear84: Yes, everything is under control.
AWalk90: Ramen is okay. She’s being spoiled.
“Put that cat down, Jack,” Emmeline calls me from her office. “I swear she’s just playing you.”
“She needs a few more days of love,” I protest and pet the cat. “Do you need more coffee, babe?”
“You’re spoiling me too,” she says and shows me her mug. “I should hire you as my assistant.”
I pour more coffee into her mug and do the same with mine. All weekend I’ve been cuddling and spoiling the both of them.
“Here.” I set the mug on her desk and kiss the top of her head.
It’s the first time I’ve been in her office. The white walls are covered in quotes, Post-its, and there’s even a whiteboard.
“Quotes for every occasion?”
Emmeline bounces from her chair and begins to point at them. “The ones with a black marker are the ones I make up. The red ones are from some of my clients. The blue ones are the ones I find on the internet. The Post-its are from books.”
“Take the day off,” I suggest, grabbing her around the waist and swinging her around.
She sighs, hugging me tightly with her arms and legs.
“I have a lot to do. Thankfully, one of my clients is out of town. If I hurry, I should be done early. I can even delegate a few things to Laura.”
“Your best friend?” I ask her as I set her down on the floor. “Yeah, she’s doing some freelance work for me,” she says casually. “Are you sure you don’t have to go to work?”
I shake my head. “I asked for a couple of days off.”
“Have I told you how amazing you are today?” her face beams. “You called, came just in time and…well, you’ve been here for me since the animal hospital.”
I cup her face. “It’s nothing. I’m just glad I was able to be with you. Should we clear the air? We haven’t spoken much about us.”
“What happened with your ex-wife?” she asks.
It feels like a punch directly to the gut. Can’t we start the conversation with something lighter?
“We got divorced more than five years ago.”
“So, it’s really over?”
I nod in response.
She caresses the scar on my neck. “If you can be patient with me. I’m new to relationships, and I have a lot to learn.”
I lift her chin and press my mouth to hers, lightly. Her pink lips part releasing a throaty moan.
“We have plenty of time,” I say before my mouth melts onto hers.
I touch my tongue to the seam of her lips. She opens for me and my tongue delves inside to taste the sweetness of hers. My blood surges with hope and lust. But before I can surrender fully to the heat of our kiss, she stops.
“Work?” I ask, and she nods.
“Give me a couple of hours,” she requests, “I’ll make a few arrangements, and we can take some days off—together.”
“Are you sure you don’t want my help?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t mix business and pleasure. We should keep it that way.”
I check the date, eighteen days until our contract is over. Maybe I should wait until then to come clean about who I am.
Friday, May 27th, 6:47 p.m.
As I park my car in front of Emmeline’s building, I notice she sent out a text.
AWalk90: I’m logging off in a few. Do you need anything else?
JSpear84: No, I’m good. Do you have a hot date?
AWalk90: Not at all, I just have a few things to do with a friend.
I’m a fucking friend? Friends don’t kiss the way we do.
They don’t spend hours on your couch making out.
Or stay up all night cuddling your pussy.
And by pussy, I mean your needy cat who is an extortionist—guilt tripper extraordinaire.
She’s squeezing every ounce of attention out of me while playing the injured kitty.
But if I protest, Emmeline says, “she has you wrapped around her kitty paw. I already told you, leave her alone, but one squeak and you’re already carrying her.”
JSpear84: Not your boyfriend?
AWalk90: You are obsessed with this boyfriend I have. You need to stop mentioning him, or my husband is going to find out. He only lets me have one lover. My fiancé is the only one who knows about all these men.
JSpear84: You’re not funny.
AWalk90: Stop making up relationships.
JSpear84: You’re going out with a friend.
AWalk90: Yes.
JSpear84: That’s your story, and you’re sticking to it.
AWalk90: I’m not telling you what I’m doing.
AWalk90: What are you doing tonight?
JSpear84: I have a hot date.
AWalk90: With your girlfriend?
JSpear84: What are we in junior high?
AWalk90: That’s exactly what I’ve been telling you. What if I’m going out with a handsome, understanding, sweet, hot, and kissable man? We don’t need titles.
JSpear84: So you are going out on a date.
AWalk90: I didn’t say that. You’re the one with a hot date. Is she cute? Does she know that you’re a hard-ass? She needs to know your real personality. I should find out who she is and tell her to beware. Mr. Spearman is going to drag you into the dungeon of hell.
JSpear84: Do you know what happens in my dungeon?
AWalk90: I imagine you torture people.
JSpear84: Yes, with scorching, dirty, off the charts sex.
AWalk90: Are you telling me that this is the date when you finally have sex? How many years has it been since the last time?
JSpear84: How many years has it been for you, Amy? I don’t want to take it too fast if you haven’t had sex in a long time.
My eyes bulge as I read what I just sent. I should just tell her today who I am.
AWalk90: I wouldn’t have sex with you, or anyone for that matter. It’s been a long time. I’m not ready to have sex yet. We’re not ready. He thinks he is, but we are not there yet.
“I. Am. Ready!”
“Fuck, you’re killing me, Emmeline.”
I want to get out of my car, knock on her door, and ask her about these texts. But I’m sure she’s going to kick me out of her house and demand I erase her number for not coming clean as soon as I figured this out. I just can’t confront her because I’m fucking horny.
JSpear84: This is like date number nine should I take her to my dungeon yet?
AWalk90: I’m your assistant, not your sex therapist.
AWalk90: …
AWalk90: It all depends on the individual. Has she given you the green light? If she’s giving you hints, take them.
JSpear84: How about telling me indirectly that she’s not ready?
AWalk90: Then don’t even bring it up in the conversation. Don’t try to hit a home run when you haven’t been given the ball yet.
JSpear84: Are we talking baseball statistics now?
AWalk90: Sorry, I can’t think of a better analogy.
JSpear84: Why don’t you want to have sex yet?
AWalk90: We’re not talking about my sex life. But if we were …
AWalk90: I have to trust the guy blindly. This isn’t a let’s get naked, fuck, and forget we ever existed kind of relationship. We’re building something strong. The foundation is just solidifying. I can’t just give him something I’m not ready to give.
JSpear84: Wait, you lost me. You are willing to have sex with a stranger but not the guy you’re dating.
AWalk90: There’s a difference between sex with a stranger and sex with a person who you’re falling for. If I have sex with him, I’d be opening a door I haven’t opened, ever. Am I ready to give him everything? I’m not sure.
AWalk90: If these words come to mind ? I’m not sure ? that means you’re not ready.
JSpear84: The poor guy is sporting a semi-hard on and blue balls because you’re not sure.
AWalk90: He can take care of himself. I’m sure he’s been jerking off as much as I’ve been using my vibrators.
JSpear84: You think I should give her time?
AWalk90: I should be charging you more for all the dating advice I’ve given you lately. I gave you tips for the perfect dates. Shouldn’t you be talking about sex with her?
What do you think I’m doing, Emmeline? I’m trying to figure out what to do because I’m pretty new at this fall before you fuck.
JSpear84: It hasn’t come up in conversation.
AWalk90: That’s your answer. If you can’t even bring it up in conversation, it means that you neither one of you is ready.
JSpear84: I hate that you’re right, but why isn’t she ready?
AWalk90: She’s married.
JSpear84: Ha, ha, ha!
AWalk90: Women are different from men, never forget that.
People can argue as much as they want, but they are different.
Actually, erase that. It’s not that women are different from men.
Each individual is different. The way they feel about sex isn’t always the same from one person to the next.
You’ll never have the right answer. When you find a connection that’s worth holding onto, you don’t want to fuck it up with sex.
JSpear84: I hope you’re aware that you haven’t been helpful.
AWalk90: Aww, so if I asked if you were satisfied with your service. You would say no? Would you tell me how unsatisfied I left you? Hard, uncomfortably hard, and very, very horny.
AWalk90: Please, Mr. Spearman. Tell me how to make this better for you. I’d do anything to relieve the pain caused by the hard time you’re going through. I live for … your satisfaction. Would you like me to loosen up those knots?
JSpear84: Fuck, are you touching yourself while trying to make me harder?
No, don’t send that!
I am so fucking unsatisfied right now, I’m about to fucking explode inside my pants.
JSpear84: Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?
AWalk90: I know you know, that gives me more pleasure. You know what? I should go into my bathroom and use my little gadgets before my date arrives.
My mind goes blank, knowing what she’s about to do. I want to run to her apartment and help her. No, I want to be the one bringing her pleasure and satisfaction.
JSpear84: What time is your date? It’s almost 7.
AWalk90: I still have two minutes to spare, and I am working on it …
Womanizer, best product to take off the edge in seconds.
I might slide in a plug, tonight I’m having fun with myself.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow, Mr. Spearman.
If you can’t at least take care of yourself.
Use your imagination, porn, or a picture of her.
It’s hard to fall asleep after having one of the best nights of my life.
I wrap my hands around the base of my cock, and I’m already hard thinking of her.
I wonder if I should’ve handled this date differently.
Talked to her about our future to see if she was ready.
She was fucking flushed when I picked her up and fuck if I didn’t get harder because I knew what she’d been doing.
At two in the morning, I’m stroking my dick like a sixteen-year-old who can’t get laid, feeling the hot, hard length under my palm, wishing I was thrusting inside her wet pussy. Fuck, if only it were her hands instead of mine or her mouth.
I would command her to suck it. Would she be able to fit it all in her mouth?
My grip around my cock tightens, and I push my hips forward.
The pressure reverberates along every inch of me.
I shake with need and lust—desperation because I can’t have her.
I let out a harsh groan as desire slams against my ribcage, right along with my heart.
My head goes back, and my eyes close, giving into the fantasy.
Her tongue slides down to the bottom of my shaft and everything inside me tenses.
I pant, looking at those bright eyes dancing with excitement.
She licks her lips before taking my entire shaft in her mouth.
Her dark hair spills down her shoulder, she’s wearing a black lace bodice.
She’s my fucking goddess.
I tug harder, jerk faster. Pure need to claim her drives me to the edge. My grunts echo in the room. A growl slips from my lips as I shudder, not holding back, coming as the pleasure rips through me.
“Em,” I cry her name, begging her to be ready for me.
I had no idea I needed her so much. In my bed, under me.
Slowly, I come back from the fucking oblivion I sent myself into, and realize she’s not beside me, and that I can’t breathe because she’s miles away from me.
Jack: I already miss you.
Em: Why didn’t you stay?
Jack: I can’t sleep next to you anymore. Not until you’re ready.
Em: Thank you, Jack. Those words mean everything to me.
Jack: You scare me shitless with those big sentences. I’ve never meant much to anyone.
Em: Ditto. Goodnight.
I’m hard again, and I don’t know how long I can continue doing this, but I’m willing to continue for as long as she needs.