“When you didn’t come right away, I thought…” I couldn’t finish. It was too painful “Please don’t leave me,” I begged.
He crossed the room instantly and sat beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms as I clutched onto him for dear life. “Lily, baby, I love you so much. I was just stunned for a second. I would … I would never.” I knew that he was still fighting to keep his emotions under control.
“I trust you. I do. I promise.”
He buried his face in my hair. “You have no reason not to. Lily, I swear that we were joking around about the nude co-ed mud-wrestling. We probably would have gone to some Vegas burlesque show, but, if anything, it would have just made me want to get back to you faster. In fact, I would probably picture you doing whatever they were doing.”
“I imagined you getting a lap dance at a strip club.”
“You think I would risk throwing away what we have together for a cheap hook-up with some stripper?”
“No, not really. I was feeling jealous but also guilty and defensive. I didn’t listen at the doorway, but I paused when I heard you talking. Oh God, why would I attack you like that?”
“I should never have said that. You’re right. We can’t do this shit anymore, Lily. Bickering is one thing, but not this.”
“We’re not kids anymore. We have to act like adults, even when we fight.”
“I agree. So do we have a deal? No more personal attacks or lashing out like that.”
“Yeah, it’s a deal.” I hugged him as tightly as I could.
“And we stop questioning whether or not the other person is going to leave, because it’s not going to happen.” He hugged me back fiercely. “We love each other too much to run away as soon as things get tough.”
“You’re right,” I answered in a shaky voice.
“Now, we’re going to get cleaned up and go reassure our friends that we’re good and then we are going to go home and have really great make-up sex. And then we’re going to get some sleep, because tomorrow Thanksgiving weekend is over and it’s back to the crazy.”
When Adam and I returned to the living-room holding hands, our friends breathed a collective sigh of relief. We went back to our love seat in a much more loving frame of mind.
“We’re sorry we upset everybody,” I said, unable to make eye contact, my face burning. “We’re not going to fight like that anymore,” Adam put in, pulling me close to him.
“I’m the one who’s sorry,” Gab said. “I shouldn’t have brought it up like that.”
“How about if we do a joint bachelor and bachelorette party?” Braden suggested.
“You can have a guy’s night out. Go watch your burlesque show, drink your scotch, and smoke your cigars. I trust Adam and he should be able to hang out with his friends for a night.” He pulled me even closer and kissed the top of my head.
“Well, we’ll have a girl’s night, honey,” Jess said. “Since Adam knows he can trust you, too. We’ll go see a male revue, drink our girlie drinks, talk about sex and dance.”
“Bruce will be so happy,” I said with small smile. And with that, our dark moment passed.
Chapter Fourteen
Monday it was back to court. As if that wasn’t stressful enough, when I got back to my office, there was a message from my mother waiting for me. It was a demand that I find myself a suitable wedding gown as soon as possible, and the news that my father would be bringing his new, very young, girlfriend to our wedding. I could actually hear her clenching teeth in the message.
I called her back and told her that I would handle picking out my wedding gown, when and how I chose. Furthermore, my father could bring whomever he wanted, but if he embarrassed me, I would have no qualms about asking him to leave.
I hung up the phone and sat staring straight ahead, as anger, adrenaline and anxiety mixed together like a Molotov cocktail in my body. Then, I got up and went to find Adam. I knew that Braden would be in court for a while yet, and Adam would have his office to himself.
I knocked on his door and poked my head inside. He was on the phone, but he looked up and pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. I sat down and waited for his call to end. When he hung a few minutes later, he looked at me quizzically.
“My mother is already pressuring me about my gown, and my dad is bringing some young bimbo to our wedding.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I told her to kiss off, but now I’m tense. I need a distraction.”
“Like preparing cases?” he asked, with a smile, sounding like he didn’t think I was talking about preparing cases.
“Will you let me give you a blow job?” I asked calmly, like that was a perfectly reasonable request while at the office in the middle of the day.
“Here? In the office of the District Attorney of Philadelphia? Where we work?” His eyes went to windows on the far wall that faced out toward the building across from us. When I turned and followed his gaze, I could see people moving around in those offices, so theoretically, they could also see us.
“They won’t see anything if you’re sitting behind your desk.”
“And how will this relieve your tension?”
“It makes me feel good to give you pleasure and the happy brain chemicals will negate the bad ones. Besides, Mother Nature paid her monthly visit this morning, so it’s all I can do. Come on Adam, let me suck your cock,” I said giving him a sexy look and I could see him getting turned on. He was breathing faster and starting to look flushed.
“Oh my God, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a ‘no’,” I said in a sultry voice and walked over to lock the door and flip off the lights. Then I walked around his desk, pushed his chair back and knelt down in front of him.
“You’re actually going to give me head in my office in the middle of the work day?” he asked, swallowing hard. His eyes were starting to look hazy. I’ll note that he wasn’t stopping me as I unhooked his belt and opened his pants.
“Looks like part of you likes the idea,” I said freeing his cock, which was already very hard at that point. He watched me intently, breathing heavily as I stroked him. I looked up at him as I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the tip, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. He groaned quietly and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt, pushing out of the way.
He crossed the room instantly and sat beside me on the bed, pulling me into his arms as I clutched onto him for dear life. “Lily, baby, I love you so much. I was just stunned for a second. I would … I would never.” I knew that he was still fighting to keep his emotions under control.
“I trust you. I do. I promise.”
He buried his face in my hair. “You have no reason not to. Lily, I swear that we were joking around about the nude co-ed mud-wrestling. We probably would have gone to some Vegas burlesque show, but, if anything, it would have just made me want to get back to you faster. In fact, I would probably picture you doing whatever they were doing.”
“I imagined you getting a lap dance at a strip club.”
“You think I would risk throwing away what we have together for a cheap hook-up with some stripper?”
“No, not really. I was feeling jealous but also guilty and defensive. I didn’t listen at the doorway, but I paused when I heard you talking. Oh God, why would I attack you like that?”
“I should never have said that. You’re right. We can’t do this shit anymore, Lily. Bickering is one thing, but not this.”
“We’re not kids anymore. We have to act like adults, even when we fight.”
“I agree. So do we have a deal? No more personal attacks or lashing out like that.”
“Yeah, it’s a deal.” I hugged him as tightly as I could.
“And we stop questioning whether or not the other person is going to leave, because it’s not going to happen.” He hugged me back fiercely. “We love each other too much to run away as soon as things get tough.”
“You’re right,” I answered in a shaky voice.
“Now, we’re going to get cleaned up and go reassure our friends that we’re good and then we are going to go home and have really great make-up sex. And then we’re going to get some sleep, because tomorrow Thanksgiving weekend is over and it’s back to the crazy.”
When Adam and I returned to the living-room holding hands, our friends breathed a collective sigh of relief. We went back to our love seat in a much more loving frame of mind.
“We’re sorry we upset everybody,” I said, unable to make eye contact, my face burning. “We’re not going to fight like that anymore,” Adam put in, pulling me close to him.
“I’m the one who’s sorry,” Gab said. “I shouldn’t have brought it up like that.”
“How about if we do a joint bachelor and bachelorette party?” Braden suggested.
“You can have a guy’s night out. Go watch your burlesque show, drink your scotch, and smoke your cigars. I trust Adam and he should be able to hang out with his friends for a night.” He pulled me even closer and kissed the top of my head.
“Well, we’ll have a girl’s night, honey,” Jess said. “Since Adam knows he can trust you, too. We’ll go see a male revue, drink our girlie drinks, talk about sex and dance.”
“Bruce will be so happy,” I said with small smile. And with that, our dark moment passed.
Chapter Fourteen
Monday it was back to court. As if that wasn’t stressful enough, when I got back to my office, there was a message from my mother waiting for me. It was a demand that I find myself a suitable wedding gown as soon as possible, and the news that my father would be bringing his new, very young, girlfriend to our wedding. I could actually hear her clenching teeth in the message.
I called her back and told her that I would handle picking out my wedding gown, when and how I chose. Furthermore, my father could bring whomever he wanted, but if he embarrassed me, I would have no qualms about asking him to leave.
I hung up the phone and sat staring straight ahead, as anger, adrenaline and anxiety mixed together like a Molotov cocktail in my body. Then, I got up and went to find Adam. I knew that Braden would be in court for a while yet, and Adam would have his office to himself.
I knocked on his door and poked my head inside. He was on the phone, but he looked up and pointed to the chair on the other side of his desk. I sat down and waited for his call to end. When he hung a few minutes later, he looked at me quizzically.
“My mother is already pressuring me about my gown, and my dad is bringing some young bimbo to our wedding.”
“You’re kidding.”
“No. I told her to kiss off, but now I’m tense. I need a distraction.”
“Like preparing cases?” he asked, with a smile, sounding like he didn’t think I was talking about preparing cases.
“Will you let me give you a blow job?” I asked calmly, like that was a perfectly reasonable request while at the office in the middle of the day.
“Here? In the office of the District Attorney of Philadelphia? Where we work?” His eyes went to windows on the far wall that faced out toward the building across from us. When I turned and followed his gaze, I could see people moving around in those offices, so theoretically, they could also see us.
“They won’t see anything if you’re sitting behind your desk.”
“And how will this relieve your tension?”
“It makes me feel good to give you pleasure and the happy brain chemicals will negate the bad ones. Besides, Mother Nature paid her monthly visit this morning, so it’s all I can do. Come on Adam, let me suck your cock,” I said giving him a sexy look and I could see him getting turned on. He was breathing faster and starting to look flushed.
“Oh my God, woman. You’re going to kill me.”
“That doesn’t sound like a ‘no’,” I said in a sultry voice and walked over to lock the door and flip off the lights. Then I walked around his desk, pushed his chair back and knelt down in front of him.
“You’re actually going to give me head in my office in the middle of the work day?” he asked, swallowing hard. His eyes were starting to look hazy. I’ll note that he wasn’t stopping me as I unhooked his belt and opened his pants.
“Looks like part of you likes the idea,” I said freeing his cock, which was already very hard at that point. He watched me intently, breathing heavily as I stroked him. I looked up at him as I leaned down and swirled my tongue around the tip, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside. He groaned quietly and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt, pushing out of the way.
