Page 6 of Art of Love
She cupped my face and ran her hands over my beard, smiling brighter, revealing perfect white teeth.
“You are so gorgeous.” She leaned close, and I thought she was going to kiss me, but she just brushed her nose against mine.
“So are you.” I pulled her closer, feeling my cock stir.
Beneath the sweet smell of wine, the sweet smell of her filled me and almost, almost made me forget why I came in here.
Almost made me forget the knife that was plunged into my heart earlier when I caught my best friend balls deep in my girlfriend.
I wanted to forget, but best to remember. For months now, I’d suspected Emma was cheating on me. It was just like before when we’d broken up and I’d suspected it was to do with her wanting to see someone else. Then we got back together last year, and I thought things were fine, except that it felt like she was doing that because of my new job at the law firm. She just suddenly came back on the scene a week after I got the job. When we were together before, I’d just been a pro bono attorney. Then Silvermans snapped me up, and she came running back. I didn’t want to believe it was that, but what confirmed it to me was that she started acting weird again the minute I talked about leaving.
Law was something my parents wanted me to do, but I’d never wanted to do it. Eager to please them, I went down that path, and I did well but wasn’t happy.
Telling the woman who was supposed to love me how I felt was a normal thing to do. I didn’t realize it would drive her into the arms of my best friend, who also knew how I felt about my job and my life and my suspicions that my girlfriend was cheating on me.
I just couldn’t believe that I never guessed it was with him. I’d known Collin since college. I came here straight from England to study because I felt that if I was going to do Law, I wanted to practice somewhere exciting.
We went to Georgetown together, did everything together. He was like a damn brother to me. I couldn’t believe he would betray me in this way. Not him.
I think I was possibly more upset about his betrayal than Emma’s. I almost expected this day to come and catch her, and I was an idiot for staying with someone like that.
“You aren’t even an asshole,” my new friend bubbled, continuing to run her hands over my beard.
“No?”
“Of course not. Please don’t tell me you think you are because of that mean old girlfriend of yours.” She wagged her finger in front of me, reminding me of one of my high school librarians. She had done something similar.
“Nope, and you mean ex-girlfriend.” I grabbed the bottle of wine and took a good swig.
We had glasses somewhere. I think a waitress must have come to get them after one broke. I couldn’t remember.
Quite possibly, I was heading the drunken way fast, but that was the plan. Get drunk, plastered, and wipe today out of my mind.
“Ex-girlfriend. So that’s it? Won’t you give her another chance?” I could see she was trying to focus, but it wasn’t working.
“No.” Emma had had enough chances.
“So, you’re single?” She seemed to brighten within her intoxicated haze, as if it just dawned on her.
I didn’t bother to tell her that if I didn’t consider myself single, there would be no way she’d be sitting in my lap like this pressed up against me.
I would tell her this though. “I’m very, very single. Lucky me.”
“Lucky me.” She ran her fingers over the ridge of muscle on my left pec and smiled. “I get to explore you without feeling guilty.”
Explore me.Now, that sounded good. Looking at her, at her perfection, at the fine body on her and her gorgeous mouth with her perfect full lips, I couldn’t imagine anything better than allowing this woman to explore me.
And to have fun. Hot, steamy, sexy fun, because fuck, I would explore the hell out of her too. But no way could I sleep with a woman who was off her face drunk.
I could have other fun with her though.
Within reason.
Numbness filled my mind as the wine worked its way in. Good. I liked when that happened. It usually worked, and right about now, I’d forget whatever the hell was bothering me. Not today though, or tonight. I glanced outside quickly. It was night.
I didn’t know what the hell time it was, but it seemed like no matter how much time passed and how much I drank, I couldn’t get the image of Collin fucking Emma out of my head. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, and I wanted to so badly.
Long, sexy fingers ran across my chest, up my neck, and back up to caress the edge of my chin.
