MyBoyBlue4: YES
LadyV76: We just might have a natural submissive on our hands.
MyBoyBlue4: Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying something new.
LadyV76: That’s sexy.
MyBoyBlue4: I know.
LadyV76: Cocky?
MyBoyBlue4: Yes.
LadyV76: Not with me. I show you how to finger me. How to hit my G-spot while eating me out. You get into it. Kissing me. Sucking my clit. I’m falling back on the desk now, I’m spread out wide and you can’t get enough of it. Tell me how I taste.
MyBoyBlue4: ?
LadyV76: C’mon. Use that imagination.
BoyBlue4: You taste…like that first fall morning. You know the one, that day when the summer heat has finally broken and you can sleep with the windows open. Air is crisp and the fire is going. Pun not intended but hopefully appreciated.
LadyV76: Wow.
MyBoyBlue4: What?
LadyV76: I like that image. Just wasn’t expecting it from a guy with a screen name from Old School.
MyBoyBlue4: Hey. Just because I’m good-looking doesn’t mean I don’t have depth.
LadyV76: *eye roll*
[Pause]
MyBoyBlue4: Someone just came, didn’t she?
LadyV76: I always come first. My way of evening out the karmic scales. You know, making up for all those female orgasms that never happened but should have.
MyBoyBlue4: Interesting.
LadyV76: What?
MyBoyBlue4: I think my cockiness turns you on, Professor.
LadyV76: Hmm.
MyBoyBlue4: I won’t push it because I know that praising someone else’s boldness may not be kosher for an alpha like yourself. But food for thought.
LadyV76: Put your hand back on your cock. I want you to come on my stomach. I tell you to stand, and you do. I grab your dick and give it a hard tug. You thrust into my hand, hanging your head. I thumb your slit.
MyBoyBlue4: I push up your shirt.
LadyV76: You taste me in your mouth, don’t you?
MyBoyBlue4: Crisp and sweet. Yes.
LadyV76: I keep tugging. Faster. It has to be fast, or we’ll get caught. I want to know your cum is on my skin when I go to my next meeting.
[Pause]
MyBoyBlue4: Fuck. So fucking good.
LadyV76: When was the last time?
MyBoyBlue4: I already told you I’m new to this.
LadyV76: No. I mean when was the last time you were honest about what you wanted?
MyBoyBlue4: You sure as hell don’t hold any punches.
LadyV76: One of the things you like about me.
MyBoyBlue4: I like you?
LadyV76: You’ll be back for more.
MyBoyBlue4: You free tomorrow? I can do late.
LadyV76: No, but the day after I am. Monday is my day off.
MyBoyBlue4: Mine too. You work in a restaurant?
LadyV76: I don’t share details about my personal life.
MyBoyBlue4: You have a lot of rules.
LadyV76: You don’t have enough. Ever consider that having rules not only keeps you in line but also makes the experience of breaking them that much more of a turn-on?
MyBoyBlue4: Christ.
LadyV76: What?
MyBoyBlue4: I’m hard again. I’m hot for you, teacher.
Chapter One
Emma
He’s a coworker, not a conquest.
But damn if Samuel Beauregard isn’t exactly my type. Big. Broad.
Bold.
I try not to stare as I approach the man standing outside The Barn Door restaurant. An Internet search told me the former star quarterback is six-five and two-hundred-sixty pounds. Pictures of him dwarfing pretty much everyone he’s ever been photographed with were all over Google: teammates, girlfriends, even his three brothers, all of whom played professional football too.
In real life, though, my new coworker and kinda-sorta boss looks massive. Standing beside the restaurant’s entrance with his hands clasped in front of him, I notice how his shoulders and thighs strain against the fabric of his sharply cut suit.
His lavender suit. It sports a daring white-and-purple check pattern that would scream Barney the Friendly Dinosaur on anyone else. But on Samuel, it works. His enormous physical presence lends the whole getup a gravitas it wouldn’t otherwise have.
And while the suit is not at all subtle, the accessories he wears with it are: crisp white button-down, black Gucci loafers (the classic black ones), wildly expensive but understated platinum Patek Philippe watch that peeks out from his sleeve.
Interesting. He dresses to impress, that much is clear. He’s flashing dollar signs left and right, but he’s also flashing a willingness to experiment. To get the balance of bling and business just right.
To try new things, as Blue so succinctly put it last night.
I like that idea.
Something I don’t like? The way Samuel glowers at me. I get closer, my heels crunching on the neatly kept gravel path, and he actually scowls. His blue eyes are cold.
Thankfully, the man standing next to him—his brother Beau—offers me a much warmer welcome.
“Emma! You’re finally here.” He takes my hand and gives it a firm shake. “Only took me, what, two years to convince you to come up to Blue Mountain?”
I grin, my chest lighting up with pride. “Had to get that Master Somm diploma first.”
He grins too. “I’m glad you passed. It’s an honor to have you.”
“It’s an honor to be here. Heading Blue Mountain’s wine program is a dream job, and I can’t wait to get started.”