Page 48 of Mister Rival

The trench coat and sexy underwear was all a little cloak and dagger, inspired by my friends when we’d had brunch the day I surprised him in his office. I still smile thinking about it.

“You can take matters into your own hands any time you want,” Jemma tells me, winding a blonde strand of hair around her finger in thoughtful mode.

“It’s sweet of him and all, but how much holding back can you actually do without going insane?” Peggy agrees.

“You know, you ladies are right!” I bang my fist on the table in triumph. “I think a little trip into La Perla might be on the cards.” I’ve never, ever bought La Perla before, but always admired the lingerie in their store. But after the Andersoncommission on that last deal, I can safely say a little treat is in order as soon as I’m finished eating.

“Go get him, tiger.” Jem winks and gives me a little side elbow. “You know you want to.”

And boy oh boy did I want to. I carried out my little seductive plan and Tristan loved it. We locked the door and banged it out right there on his desk without a care in the world. I’d shoved the papers aside, letting them scatter, much like at my open house when he screwed me on the tabletop.It was so sexy and illicit.

When we were in his office though, I insisted I loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt so I could see his sexy, toned muscles as he moved. It always turns me on when he’s fully clothed with just his dick out.This man drives me insane. It’s intoxicating.

We’ve been re-enacting that scene a lot lately. He’s been over to my place on the weekends that Clementine is with her father. But I took full liberties the last time we had a night alone, stripping him naked and doing him on the floor on the rug in front of my fireplace.

The sex is so adventurous and amazing. I never knew it could be like this. He always, always takes care of my needs first and we find new ways to surprise each other.

Work hasn’t been a problem and the more time goes on, the more I realize Tristan was right; this town really is big enough for the two of us. We’re both professionals and we know work is a big part of what we both do, but we still want to find time to spend together and get to know each other even more.

It’s a wonderful thing to have him in my life. Every day we text and send each other a mixture of funny and sexy messages. He leaves me little love post-its on my dresser when he’s stayed over. I find them when he’s left early for his morning jog or has to leave for work before me.

He’s even met Clementine and they are getting along so well. Clementine is such a trooper and really has very little qualmsabout me seeing someone else and having a boyfriend. I get it’s probably weird as she’s only ever known me and her dad, but it’s been really great so far and she’s taken the news so well.Gareth also split with his fiance a couple of weeks back, so there is that. Apparently she left him and didn’t want to get married so young after all. In a nutshell; he was dumped.

Trist and I are planning a family Thanksgiving dinner this weekend at Tristan’s place with his boys and Clementine, plus my parents are going to make the trip, and his, too. It will be the first time I’m meeting his folks, and him meeting mine. Lexi is tagging along with me because she will do anything to hang out with her preciousJoshieany chance she gets. Why she needs an excuse to hang out with him is beyond me; she’s a grown woman and all. I know our business is confidential, so I don’t have any issues about her dating Josh if that’s what she wanted. She’s over the moon about me and Tristan and has not stopped telling meI told you sofrom all those months back.

I smile at the thought of my bossy little assistant and how far I’ve come in the last few months in getting out of my comfort zone and now having a boyfriend.

Tristan comes over Friday night with some takeout while Clementine is at a friend's sleepover. We take a bath together in my soaker tub and soothe the day away as we lay in the warm suds, my back to his front. A glass of wine in each of our hands.

“Can you even believe we’re here like this?” I sigh. The candlelit glow surrounding my bathroom sets a romantic mood. I never in my wildest dreams anticipated that I’d be in the tub with Tristan Lucas wrapped around me. I still marvel at how strange the world is sometimes.

“Some days I have to pinch myself,” he chuckles darkly, setting his glass aside next to him on the window ledge and wrapping his arms around me. “There’s something else I wouldn’t mind pinching.” His hands travel over my belly and upto my two hard peaks where he brushes his flat palms over them, then squeezes each breast. One hand then skates back down to my hip and I hitch my knee up to the side so he can access my sweet spot with ease. He finds my throbbing center in an instant. He knows exactly what I want and what I need.

“You’re still too much, do you know that?” I stifle a groan at the sweetness of his touch and how he knows my body so well and what makes me hum.

“I still say I’m just enough,” he chuckles. “But I know you secretly love it when I’m bad.”

“Oh, when you’re bad you’re better,” I pant as he circles my sensitive spot in his own seductive lull. “There’s no denying that.”

Tristan

Saturday

Thanksgiving dinner has been a mission to plan, but I know how to put on a good spread. It’s not only a special occasion because of the holiday, but my boys are all here and both of our parents have come to meet everyone, plus Ali’s beautiful daughter Clementine. Even Mason and Bobby, plus Ali’s assistant, Lexi, have joined in for the ride. The more the merrier, I say. The only ones who couldn’t be here are my brother and his son, Oliver.

Ali has been helping me all day. We did some prep yesterday afternoon before she went home and I followed her over there later with some takeout, which later led to the hot tub, many orgasms and hot sex way into the night. She’s staying here the night in the guest house with Clementine, so I have to behave myself.

We’ve prepared a stuffed turkey, a green bean casserole, sweet potato bake, and every vegetable from mashed potatoes to brussel sprouts, roasted carrots and pumpkin. Our moms both bring a pie for dessert. My mom loves cherry pie and it’s always been an old favorite, and Ali’s mom, Sue, has baked a pecan pie. My boys are in charge of the drinks and wine, and Mason and Bobby brought a surprise apple crumble and a carton of homemade ice cream. The lovely Lexi, who Ali mentioned could possibly be sweet on my son she affectionately callsJoshie, made the cornbread from scratch. Mason, Bobby and Lexi offered to come set up the extended table and chairs and help decorate before we served everything up, which is cool because it’s a full house tonight.

“Team effort,” I say when we’re all seated. The food laying before us in different dishes, ready to be passed around with serving spoons, looks and smells delicious.

We all raise our glasses in a toast. I wink over at my sweetheart, who is still wearing her apron, and has her hair tied up in a messy bun on top of her head.

I said I’d behave, but I can’t wait to take hold of it later and give her a quickie from behind while the kids are occupied. I know the boys want to show Clementine how to play pool, so that could be my opening.This is what she does to me.

“Team effort.” Ali winks back.

“Thank you so much to everyone for being here,” I continue. “And for supporting Ali and I in our new relationship. I hope there’s many more celebrations to come. Happy Thanksgiving.”

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