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Natalie
“Josie, my darling friend, I need your eyes on the floral prints. I don’t know who was in charge of photography, but I think they need to be fired.”
Josie gives me a playful salute and grabs the mockup from my hand. “Don’t forget we’ve got that meeting with the board to discuss your big ideas for the next issue.” Josie flashes me a smile and shrugs, “better late than never, hey, boss lady?”
I give her a playful pat on the cheek, and she swats my hand. Josie’s the only employee who can get away with it and she knows it. But she really is one of my top girls, if notthetop, so it feels pretty good to promote my best friend.
I head to reception to arrange the meeting as I pull out my phone to check with catering. Things are going well.Verywell. Not only did Roger buy my ex-husband’s shitty publishing house, he bought outChicas well.
While I might have been inclined to take back my old job from that bitch Gabby Green, I wanted to take what was rightfully mine. So, I’m not just the reinstated supervising editor, I’m running the damn thing.
I’ve always been running the damn thing, of course, but now, I’m getting paid for all my hard work. And the board gets to sit quietly and pay attention to my insights for a change, even Mr. Green. Reception’s all caught up, so I head to the office for my things.
Goddamn, it feels good to be back. I grab my purse and swipe on a little lipstick, checking my appearance before I head out. My engagement ring and wedding band shine through their reflection in the mirror, and I smile. I can’t wait to get home to Roger.
I hum to myself as I head to the lobby. Just as the doors open, I catch sight of that lazy, god-awful cleaning lady.
“Gabby, if you can’t stay off your phone long enough to do your job, I’m afraid it’ll have to be confiscated. Not that I’m not impressed by your ability to sitinsideyour cart, but I know full well the upstairs floor has yet to be cleaned.”
Gabby gives me a snide look as she pockets her phone, but inevitably lowers her head and starts to push her cart toward the elevator. “I’m on it…boss.” Hey, at least I didn’t fire the bitch. Maybe she’ll learn something, who knows?
I head outside to hail a taxi when a sleek black BMW pulls up to the curb.
“Mrs. Zane?” The driver asks, and I nod to him as I stop closer.
“What’s all this?” I ask as he opens the door with a flourish.
“Your car, ma’am, called by aMr. Zane.”Ah. That sneaky little devil.
“Thank you,” I smile as he helps me in. Roger’s pulling out all the stops tonight. I’ll make sure he knows just how grateful I am as soon as I get my hands on him.
I’m whisked away to our shared penthouse, as the lights of Manhattan fly past the tinted windows. The car pulls up to the building, and I practically race through the lobby to the elevator. I play with my ring, letting the elevator lights shine on the diamond, sending little rainbows on the walls.
I feel like myself again, or rather, more like myself than ever before. Roger Zane has a great deal to do with it. The elevator dings, and I step out into our floor, racing toward home.
I fling open the door to find Roger waiting for me, wine in hand.
“Welcome home, beautiful —” he starts to say, but I charge him, covering him in kisses.
He kisses me back, grabbing my waist as he blindly feels behind him to set the wine down on the couch. Shame to waste another bottle. I start to tear at his shirt as he pulls off his tie.
“Guess you liked the car —” He laughs into my mouth as I moan, running my fingers over his abdomen. He’s just as fit as ever, and I think it’s a damn shame there’s even a stitch of clothing on him.
He pulls at my jacket and starts to untie the silk bow of my blouse. We can’t undress each other fast enough. Pressing against me, he backs me up into the sliding glass doors, trailing kisses down my neck.
With a tug, I free my blouse, and he drops to his knees to unzip my skirt and pull it down my legs. I reach for my shoes, but he stops me.
“Leave them on.”
“Yes, Mr. Zane,” I smile and he nips my thigh. He slides my panties aside and slips two fingers inside me, making me arch my back against the glass. “Oh, yes.”
He moans as he looks up at me, writhing against the door. He presses his mouth against my folds and starts to lick, flicking his tongue against my clit and sending spasms shaking down my legs. I reach down to stroke his hair as he works, building me up to a frenzy.
I came home specifically to fuck his brains out, but if he wants to let me come first, I’m not gonna stop him. I’ve been thinking about him all day, getting wet at the thought of him. Between that and the sexy car to whisk me home, I was ready to come when I walked through the door.
Within seconds, I orgasm, and he groans as my juices fill his open mouth. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby.” He licks my abdomen as he stands. He pulls down my bra to suck on my nipples, teasing one with his fingertips as he licks the other.
But it’s not enough.
