Come Together (The Cityscape 3)

The heat and steam from the shower loosened my body, but did nothing to diminish my mounting arousal. After I slid into the heavenly fabric of my white silk robe, I found David focused on the computer screen in his office.

“Come in,” he said without looking up.

“You look busy.”

“I am. I’m not used to taking days off.”

“So I’ll let you work,” I said with a step backward.

“Wait.”

I froze.

“Turn around.”

I bit my lip and rotated slowly.

“I maintain that that robe was the best purchase.” My body, out of my control, reacted to the way his eyes drifted over me. My breasts swelled, my tummy tightened and my hands burned with the thought of touching him. I had urges that I wanted to satisfy by climbing into his lap. He looked like a god, backdropped by the nighttime Chicago skyline. A god in a plain, white t-shirt and, I hoped, those sexy grey sweatpants.

He pointed to the couch. My gaze followed until it landed on my laptop. “Work with me,” he said. “Write.”

“I won’t distract you?”

“You will most certainly distract me, but this way I won’t worry about what trouble you’re getting into.”

I smirked. Because I couldn’t help myself, I crossed the office and kissed his coarse cheek. My finger ran over the spot my lips had just been.

“Sorry,” he murmured. “I haven’t shaved all weekend.” I kissed him again, because I loved the way he felt.

It was easy to get caught up in my new project even though David was distracting as well. When he focused, the angles of his face sharpened so he looked equally menacing and attractive. I sighed longingly even though he was mine for the taking. All mine.

After a weekend of breaking through barriers and uprooting longtime fears, I was more relaxed than I had been in a long time. But I knew I could’ve lost him, and so, I was extra grateful to have him. With that in mind, I wanted to make things right with Lucy. I knew once she saw my happiness, my transformation, she would understand everything. When I’d finished writing for the evening, I decided to e-mail to her.

From: Olivia Germaine

Sent: Sun, November 18, 2012 08:16 PM CST

To: Lucy Greene

Subject: Hi

We need to talk. I miss you dearly, and I want a chance to explain. I’m happy, Luce.

Will you agree to see me for a coffee this week? Or maybe, if I dare, lunch?

-O

David was watching me when I looked up. “Busted,” I said.

“You’re the only one allowed to stare?”

I blushed, cursing under my breath.

“Don’t think I don’t know,” he said. “I’m acutely aware of when your eyes are on me. It’s actually very frustrating.”

I smiled because I knew the feeling well. “It’s bedtime,” I informed him. I’d had enough staring and was ready to act on the fantasies I’d been having all day.

“It may be your bedtime, but I usually work for another hour.”

“Oh.” I slammed my laptop shut and stood to stretch. I reached for the ceiling, aware of where that would place the hemline of my short robe.

His gaze dropped to my thighs just as he licked his lips. When he looked back up, he smiled sinfully. I was suddenly wondering what he planned to do to me with that sinful mouth.

“But I guess things are different now,” he said. “Give me a few minutes to wrap up here.”

I smiled giddily and tried not to skip to the bedroom. On my way, I imagined how and where he might fuck me tonight. Against the refrigerator? On the bathroom counter? On the balcony? Standing? Sitting? Right side up? Upside down? An excited thrill was making its way through me when I grabbed my phone from my purse and found a text from Bill.

Nov 18, 2012 8:01 PM

If you don’t come get your stuff tmrw night, it’s going out w/ the trash

Nov 18, 2012 9:25 PM

I’ll do it while you’re at work

Nov 18, 2012 9:27 PM

I changed the locks. It’s already in boxes, I’ll be home after 6

I sighed and immediately texted Gretchen to ask if she would help me in exchange for dinner. Bethany had a truck I knew she’d let us borrow, since David’s cars wouldn’t fit the boxes. I doubted he’d let me drive his car anyway.

I bit the inside of my cheek to discomfort as I read Bill’s texts again. He’d changed the locks already. His patience seemed to be dwindling. I reasoned that my things were constant reminders of my absence, and if I were in his position, I’d want them out too.

“You’re deep in thought.”

I snapped my head up. I was right: David was a god in yummy grey sweatpants. “It’s nothing,” I said, tossing the phone aside and already envisioning him shirtless.

“Nothing?”

“Bill wants me to clear my stuff out tomorrow night.”

His brow furrowed. “That’s fine. We can go after work.”

I folded my knee under my bottom and held my palms open in front of me. “Actually,” I squeaked, “I thought I’d just go with Gretchen. We’ve already arranged it.”

He snorted. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Hear me out,” I said. “Bill’s been through enough. Showing up with you would just be pouring salt in the wound.”

“Did you think I was joking when I said you couldn’t be alone with him?”

“I wouldn’t be – ”

“Did you?” he barked.

“No,” I answered slowly, and then, “that’s why I made plans with Gretchen.”

“Having her there won’t do shit. My answer is no.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

My heart faltered when his face tightened into a steely gaze. “Do not test me, Olivia. I’ll take you if you like, but you’re not going alone.”

I gawked at him. “Are you forbidding me from seeing my husband?”

“Yes.”

“You can’t – ”