Page 38 of Resisting the Temptation
Chapter 18
Ben
Emma’s acting like nothing’s changed between us, and it’s driving meinsane.
It shouldn’t, really. I should be ecstatic that over the last ten days she’s been bold and sunshiney and treating me the same as she did before, but I find I don’t like it.
Every time she says something sassy to me, I want to bend her over my knee and spank her ass red or shove my cock in her mouth.
Every time she gives her dazzling smile to another man, I want to wrap my arms around her waist and growl she’smine.
Every time someone else makes her laugh, I want to grab her by the back of the neck and cover her mouth with mine so I can taste the sound.
I’m going fuckingpazzo. Loco. Crazy.
I’ve never had an issue detaching myself from a sub before. Then again, I’ve never had to spend every daywith one and pretend I haven’t been balls deep in her pussy.
That’s all it is. Sexual frustration from being stuck in close proximity to her.
Two weeks is too fucking long to go without her.
Especially since we spend most of our time in the truck heading from one job site to another to make sure work is getting completed on schedule. September and October are our busiest months for asphalt paving because the rain makes it more difficult between November and March. But in order for the asphalt crew to do their job, the pipe crews have to install the water lines and other utilities first. The last thing we want is for a pipe to be laid wrong or missed and have to go back and redo the asphalt. That could put us months behind.
We’re headed to an apartment complex where the paving process is set to begin in a few days when Emma’s phone rings.
“Hello?”
I can’t hear the other side of the conversation, but the voice sounds like a man.
“Oh! Hello, Derek. Yes, it’s good to hear from you.” She pauses to listen. “Mmhmm. As soon as you send me the plans I can get you an estimate for the cost of the job.”
My shoulders relax a little at the mention of the developer, it’s just a business call.
“Oh, no, I’m not busy that Saturday. What’s the occasion?”
Never mind. Not just business.
Is this fucker—who gushed about his wife—seriously asking Emma on a date? She shouldn’t be dating a client, let alone a married one. But it’s not my business. It better not interfere with our plans. I don’t think I can go another two fucking weeks with my hand.
I wonder if Emma’s been following the rules or if she’s tried to play with her pretty pussy. I’d love to punish her for breaking the rules… maybe with the flogger this time.
Great, now I’m hard.
“Perfect! I’ll let the rest of the Rossi team know. We’re so grateful you thought to include us.” There’s a pause before she says, “Of course, we’ll see you then, Derek. Have a good day.”
Emma ends the call and puts the phone back in her purse.
“What was that about?” I ask.
“Oh, the plans for Derek’s next complex will be done by the end of the week. I’m nervous to start on a solo project. I don’t want to mess it up.”
Something mushy pokes the hard wall around my heart. “You’re going to do great, Emma. Besides, no one’s just going to throw you in the deep end. If you need help, we’re here for you. We’re a team here.”
Emma blinks and clears her throat, rubbing her palms down her thighs. “Um, thank you. He also invited the Rossi team to a party he’s hosting to celebrate the ten-year anniversary of Allridge Development. It’s next Saturday at The Hotel Del Coronado. Black tie. Everyone is allowed a plus one.”
Well, at least it doesn’t interfere with our sessionthisSaturday.
“Are you planning on going?” I refuse to ask if she’s bringing a plus one. I have to believe she won’t.
