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  “We have to get ready for our guests.” He hesitantly says.

  “But we have to celebrate, you know things.”

  “Let’s celebrate and get washed up at the same time. Plus I love fucking you in there.”

  I agreed, eager to celebrate. Like him, I enjoyed shower sex, yet with Tyson I enjoyed sex everywhere. After thoroughly enjoying ourselves in the shower, we had limited time to get ready for before anyone showed up. As we were dressing, I remembered Tyson’s present and while my gift wasn’t as lavish as his, I still felt proud to present it to him.

  He opened the hinge box and looked inside. On a velvet bed, were two sets of cufflinks. The first had his initials in diamonds while the other set was of my initials. He looks up to me with a smile on his face.

  “So that way, you have me with you even if I’m not physically there.” I smile shyly.

  “It’s perfect.” He whispers fingering the links with my initials.

  ***

  Tyson is dressed in a perfectly tailored pair of dress pants, paired with a charcoal grey button up shirt that he folded at the sleeves. He went with his converse shoes to add the casual element and ran his fingers through his messy hair then he was finished.

  While I was dressed in a pair of gray skinny jeans and a paisley print tank top with a mixture of purples, pinks and teals. I quickly curled my hair and added some light make up and was downstairs in the kitchen three minutes before it was time to adjust the meat and add juices.

  The first of our guests had arrived, thankfully only Jacob and Beth. I was most nervous about Tyson’s mother, since she seemed to be the hardest to please in all aspects. Tyson tried to assure me that that’s how she was with everyone; however any of my run-ins with her haven’t gone well.

  Our Christmas dinner was perfect; Lincoln had praised me several times with the taste and presentation of the entire meal. Tyson had a proud smile on his face whenever our eyes met and there were absolutely no hiccups of our evening. My father was polite and talkative, while Tyson’s mother was her usual self, yet after a few drinks, she became easier to tolerate. After all the guests had left and Lincoln and myself were cleaning up, Tyson was speaking quietly on his cell phone, his expression a mask of calm, his eyes cutting to me several times.

  “Welcome to the house.” Lincoln whispered.

  “You knew?”

  “I had the idea to place the house keys on the key ring with your new car keys.”

  “Thank you. I just can’t believe any of this.” I say waving my hand in the air.

  “The car or the house?”

  “Either.” I breathe out.

  “The car is an easy one, in the time that you’ve known Tyson, your car has broken down twice. He protects what’s important to him. You are important to him. The house, well I assume that it’s his way of commitment, and probably a little of him needing you around. He hasn’t lived with anyone else since college. He hasn’t dated anyone seriously or at all either. It makes sense too, because since you two have been back together, you haven’t spent a day apart.”

  “You’re always so sure of everything.”

  “While Tyson appears to be the sure of himself all the time type of guy, and don’t get me wrong – he is. He and I talk, and he sometimes just has to talk things out and he feels comfortable enough with me to do so, that way when he does make those final decisions, he sounds confident and acts it. He practices on me, it’s just how it’s been unofficially for years. So he may have practiced on me with your Christmas gifts. By the way, I picked out the color.”

  I smile, it’s nice that Tyson has Lincoln, and now he has me.

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  TYSON

  I ignored my cell phone and anything pertaining to business all day on Christmas, as our evening was getting finished, I noticed that I had a phone call from an unknown number, a text message and then an email.

  I wasn’t expecting all three to come from the head of security with her name listed within the body. I called the security team, granted it was a holiday and they filled me in on the reasoning for receiving the email. She took a position of the Hedge Fund Company which is on the 3rd floor of the building where Mad Designs is housed. She was too close for comfort and I wasn’t happy with it

  Years ago, when I took my title at Mad Designs, I had some security protocol placed on certain aspects of my life. Not to be paranoid, but just to be careful. I had a list sent over to our security department of names of anyone I’ve come into contact with who would have been wronged by me or have done me wrong. While the list was minimal, I had she who shall not be named along with a few others from my college days added to the list just in case. I didn’t ever check on the whereabouts of the people on that list, but the security detail was supposed to inform me of any possible close encounters or breaches of information from the names on said list.

  While I was receiving the vocal report over the phone, my gaze kept drifting up to Allison and Lincoln cleaning up the kitchen from our evening.

  She fit in so perfectly in my life, she was easy going, gorgeous and thoughtful. I would never have thought for this Christmas to have come out so perfect, hell my mother even enjoyed herself after a drink or ten. Allison moving into the house was terrifying, but at the same time it was the most exhilarating thing that could have happened to me in so long. She breathed new life into my lungs and kept me going. She had turned me into a puddle of emotions, and I was feeling each one full on.

  I was ending my call when I saw Lincoln exiting the kitchen and Allison approaching me cautiously.

  “Everything okay?” She asks.

  “Yeah, everything is good. Come, let’s go to bed. Tomorrow, we have a busy day of packing up your place and mixing our things together.”

  ***

  Allison laid out on our bed, she sat at the headboard, fully naked and waiting for me to join her. She had the look of innocence watching me as I slowly removed my clothing. I took my time deliberately, as I could tell, but the biting and licking of her lower lips that she was enjoying the show. I turned around and placed my pants across the chair in the corner of the bedroom when she suddenly told me to stop moving.

  “Turn around, and sit down.” She instructs me in a firm no bullshit voice. Holy shit, no way!

  I keep my expression neutral as I do what she asks. Our eyes meet and her hand slowly trails from her neck down between her breasts and to her mound as I feel like my heart is going to beat outside my chest.

  Oh fuck.

  She did. She demonstrated what I had described when she asked what I wanted for Christmas. I am so in love with this girl. And I was prepared to show her how much all night long as I sauntered to the bed after her performance with my hard dick in my hand. Sadly, sleep took over after one round, but that’s not to say I didn’t wake her up in the middle of the night with my head between her legs and her moaning my name until the sun came up. Because, I did.

  ***

  It didn’t take long to pack up and move Allison’s apartment. It’s general protocol to give the landlord a 30 day notice and take your time packing, cleaning and moving out. Unfortunately, I do not have the patience to wait that long to have Allison officially moved into my house, our house. We did give an official notice, but she’s out of there completely and hopefully will never have to return.

  She wasn’t back in school until the end of January, so we were playing house most days and she would meet me in the city on occasion for a night out after work. Luckily, I haven’t had a run in’s with she who shall not be named, but I’ve kept my senses heightened. I had gone three weeks since being notified that she was now roaming around within the same building as I spend the majority of my time and I was feeling positive that I wouldn’t have any such run-ins.

  However, that all came crashing down on the way down to the garage one evening. Allison and I stood closely in the back of the elevator, I was leaning into her and whispering what my plans to do to her body was for the evening. I
n the middle of a breathy sigh escaping from her lips the elevator doors slid open on the third floor and the air in the small space shifted. I didn’t look up at the individuals entering or exiting, however from the stillness and sudden straightening of Allison’s body I could tell something was up. It was then that I saw her, or at least her back. She stood tall and proud, even though her high heels were what was making her so tall. Her long jet black hair was in an up do, a designer knockoff pants suit hung on her thin body as she shifted on her feet as if she could feel my eyes piercing into the back of her head.

  Allison grabbed my hand and brought it up to her lips, my face turned to her and I tried, but I couldn’t smile. She looked like a mixture of scared and concerned. I shook my head quickly and she looked forward, her hand never leaving mine. The ride down to the parking garage seemed to take forever, finally the doors open and I wanted nothing more than to jump over everyone and exit. Allison and I exited finally, hand in hand looking straight ahead. We walked to my car in the corner of the garage and I kissed her before letting her in on her side. I reared the car and saw her standing by a beat up rust bucket several cars over. She was still, and her eyes were focused in my direction. I did my best to avoid eye contact, but briefly, as if she had a magnetic pull, locked eyes with me, however brief that moment was.

  I slid into the car and grabbed the steering wheel.

  “Who was that?” Allison asks, turning her whole body to me.

  “Penny.” I say, my voice hard.

  “Well that explains the shock on her face when she came in the elevator. She must have stared at you for a good minute before getting inside the elevator. The person behind her almost ran into her. Did you know she was going to be there?”

  “I knew she was in the building, but not that we would ever run into her.” I say starting the car. I notice that Penny’s car hasn’t moved from its parked spot yet, as I pull out of my assigned space and leave the garage.

  “Are you alright?” She asks.

  “I’m good. Are you?” I ask peering her way as she nods as I begin to navigate the surface streets of the city.

  The rest of the drive home is quiet, my hand rests on Allison’s thigh with her fingers drawing circles on the top of my hand, trying to relaxing me. My mind is anything but quiet and relaxed, and I hope that my uneasiness isn’t portrayed to Allison, yet my blood was boiling.

  There’s no real reason for me to even care that my ex works in the building where my company is, I harbor no feelings for her other than disgust, and thankfully I don’t deal with the company she works for. Just her being within the same vicinity of me, bothers me. I hadn’t seen nor heard from her since I told her to get out of my apartment back in college. I never anticipated that we would cross paths again, although a small part of me wants to flaunt my success and my perfect life as a big middle finger. Look what you could have had. As juvenile as that sounds.

  I shake my head as we pull up to the house to clear all thoughts of my ex and focus on my present, my future. We exit the car and head into the house, Allison hasn’t said much and neither have I, I sense a bit of apprehensiveness lately. I grab her hand and pull her back against me before she reaches the garage door leading to the house.

  “I’m sorry, seeing her made me angry. It brought back thoughts, and not good ones.” I apologize pressing my body against hers.

  “It’s okay, I’m sorry she’s sharing the same building as you. I’m sure that doesn’t make you happy.”

  “If I could control who does business in the building, then I would. But since I’m an adult, I can manage. After all, I’ve got better things to think about.” I say kissing her cheeks one at a time.

  “Oh yeah, and what would that be Mr. Maddox?”

  “How many times in 24 hours that I can make you come.”

  She visibly shivers as a smile ghosts her lips.

  CHAPTER THIRSY-ONE

  ALLISON

  Tyson’s mood swings this past week has been a never ending pendulum of uncertainty. Even though he acts as if seeing his ex years later and having her work in the same building is no big deal, I know otherwise. He’s returned to the cold and straight down to business kind of guy. He still is affectionate and loving towards me, however the edge he had when we first started seeing another has returned.

  For the most part, he’s worked from the home office and would only go into the city when meetings were occurring. From my knowledge, he hasn’t seen her since the night in the elevator, but I know that he is on eggshells as soon as he steps foot into the common areas of his building. Yet, he will never say that he is out loud.

  My classes resume this week, so my availability for the next several months would be less due to a more strenuous school schedule. Luckily, my contract with Mad Designs won’t allow me to branch out for the next several months and take other jobs – so they pay a monthly stipend. Also, with living with Tyson now, the money I used towards rent now goes into savings at his encouragement.

  Its late before I come home tonight, most of the lights are off around the house, except for the light in his office. I can hear him typing away on his keyboard and speaking softly to someone on speaker phone. I knock quietly as I open the door further and stick my head in. He motions for me to come in and scoots his chair out so I can sit on his lap. As he scoots back in, he says something in Chinese and begins typing again on his keyboard. I’m impressed that he’s able to make sense of the items he’s typing in with me perched on his lap. I kiss his neck slowly as I feel his thighs tense and then I remove myself from his lap. I mouth that I’ll be right back as I exit the office and head towards the stairs to the bedroom.

  I return not too long later, dressed in a pair of his boxers and a tank top with a book. I sit on the chair opposite and curl my feet underneath me. I smile at him as he continues saying who knows what. After thirty minutes later, I’m engrossed in my book that I don’t notice that he’s off the phone and crouching in front of me.

  “Hey. You didn’t have to hang out in here if you didn’t want to.” He says running his index finger down my shin.

  “I wanted to be where you were, plus it was impressive and not to mention incredibly hot listening to you speak in another language.”

  “In that case Vous faites mon beau monde.” He whispers.

  My jaw drops and my eyes widen. “Huh?” I know I sound like an idiot, but seriously?

  “It’s French for ‘you make my world beautiful’.” He whispers, kissing my knee.

  “Say something else.” I plead.

  “Ti voglio troppo.Proprio adesso, that’s Italian for ‘I want you badly. Right now.’”

  “I don’t care what it means, I mean I do, but holy crap you could probably just say broccoli or dog shit and it’s hot.”

  “Broccoli is the same, just with a hint of an accent.” He smiles his lips kissing the top of my thigh.

  I rearrange myself so he is between my legs and I lean over to kiss him. I run my fingers through his hair and as I feel his fingers running up my thighs and where I want him the most, I moan quietly.

  The phone on his desk starts ringing, he stops his decent for a split second, yet continues his exploration of my panties. The phone stops ringing and then a moment later his cell phone is ringing and vibrating across his desk again.

  “Fuck.” He exhales. ‘I’m sorry. To be continued, it’s the afternoon in China and I’m dealing with exports.”

  “No worries, I’ve got a vibrator that misses me.” I smile playfully.

  He palms his cell phone and answers it quickly.

  “Can you give me ten minutes and assure them that I will call them back. I have something extremely important that I’m in the middle of right now to tend to first…. Yes… thank you Beth.” He hangs up the phone, throws it over his shoulder, wraps his hand around my thighs and yanks me to the edge of the seat.

  “I control your pleasure baby, not some battery operated gadget. Only I make you come.” He sneers as he remov
es my panties.

  Words fail me right now as he leans down and brushes the tip of his nose along my center and inhales.

  “I fucking love how you smell.” He flicks his tongue out and runs it along my folds in a slow and tortuous motion. “I also love how you taste and how you are always so fucking wet for me.”

  My head leans back against the chair, and I arch my back slightly. Tyson’s eyes connect with my own and all I see if feral desire looking back at me as he laps at my center. He moans and adds a finger in and out of me in a rhythm that has me wanting to buck my hips with the motion. He flattens his tongue and rubs my clit expertly.

  “I can feel that you want to come. Let go baby. Come all over my mouth, let my tongue fuck you.” He says adding a second finger into the mix.

  As if his permission was holding me back, I feel like I stop breathing as my focus is lost for a moment and all I see is bright light. I can feel the quickening of my breath, however I can’t feel my body. I feel Tyson kiss each thigh and move from the space between my legs. His face is coming towards me and he kisses me. I can taste myself in his kiss and it only turns me on more.

  “Only I make you come.” He repeats as he gets up.

  My body is jelly and my toes are tingling which I credit to the post orgasm haze. Tyson looks thoroughly pleased as he adjusts himself before he takes his seat back behind his desk. He rolls up his sleeves, looks at me with a smirk and starts dialing an international number. He resumes working while I resume breathing normally.

  I’ve got to threaten to use my vibrator more often if it gets results like that!

  ***

  I’ve lived in this house for two months total now, and there are still sometimes where I feel like it’s a show home and not actually lived in. Granted, I use the house more than Tyson does since I’m home more, but I can’t get past how sterile it sometimes feels. Tyson emptied out one of the bedrooms on the second floor overlooking the backyard and gave me my very own office, so I can do my school work. I had books and papers thrown all over the dining table a few evenings in a row, which may or may not have driven him insane.