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  Seven Erotica Shorts

  Volume 2

  ALSO BY BEBE WILDE

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  Adults Only

  Seven Erotica Shorts

  Volume 2

  Bebe Wilde

  Abernathy and Monroe

  Adults Only: Seven Erotica Shorts - Volume 2. Copyright © 2012 by Bebe Wilde.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher. For more information, email [email protected]

  Published by Abernathy and Monroe.

  eBook ISBN–13: 978-1-938107-25-2

  eBook ISBN–10: 1-938107-25-X

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental.

  For the wanton.

  Contents

  Business with Pleasure

  This Is Your Captain Speaking

  Just In It for the Sex

  It’s My Pleasure

  The Kiss

  The Man of My Dreams

  Fuck Me I’m Famous

  Business with Pleasure

  It’s always about the dog. Why they get so hung up on this point was beyond my comprehension. But that’s what it always came down to—who would get the dog. And, yes, it annoyed the hell out of me, as it did Aiden, who was representing the defendant.

  “Are you serious?” Aiden asked. “Are we seriously going to go through this again?”

  “We are,” I said, standing firm. It was what my client wanted and it’s what she would get, even if I thought it was just a spite move on her part. But I wasn’t paid to make judgment calls; I was paid to get the job done.

  He stared at me from across the conference table with this really incredulous look. We didn’t like each other. In fact, as divorce lawyers we’d faced-off many times before with many other clients. Sometimes he won and sometimes I won. But I planned on winning this one. It was mine for the taking and he was just going to have to get out the way and concede.

  “Well,” Aiden said. “My client would like to take the dog as part of the agreement.”

  I stared at his client, an older, sophisticated man in an expensive business suit. I glanced at my client, his much younger wife, a buxom blonde in a designer dress and heels. I watched as they exchanged looks before she turned to me and whispered, “No.”

  I shook my head. No was her answer. That was that.

  “No!” he yelled. “She wants everything and she is not getting my fucking dog, too!”

  “He’s my dog!” she spat, her eyes flashing. “I picked him out!”

  “And I paid for him,” he said, fuming before turning to Aiden. “She’s bleeding me dry!”

  “Mr. Oldham,” he said. “The dog is insignificant at this point. We’re meeting today to talk about alimony.”

  “Fuck alimony!” he yelled. “I ain’t giving up that dog!”

  Aiden sighed and turned to me, waiting for me to jump in. Here it was… Here it was… I could do my thing right now and wrap this overwrought process up.

  “How about this, Mr. Oldham?” I said and glanced at his soon-to-be-ex wife. “Why don’t you let the dog go and we can work in some visitation? Now, I know it doesn’t sound ideal, but if we can get past this hurdle, then we can move on to finalizing this divorce and that’s what we’re all after, right? What do you say?”

  We waited. He shook his head, staring around the room as if he wanted to jump from the high rise window, then turned to me, pointing his finger in my face. “I will let her have the fucking dog if she agrees to take care of him. I mean, really take care of him. None of that cheap dog food and no boarding him for months when she goes on her little jaunts to the Caribbean.”

  Little jaunts to the Caribbean… That sounded so nice. Visions of sandy white beaches and blue ocean waters came to me quickly and vividly. I shook them out of my head and turned to my client. She nodded in agreement. I turned back to him and said, “Agreed.”

  “And I want to take care of him when she’s out of town,” he said. “That dog loves me.”

  “I’m glad someone does,” Mrs. Oldham said and chuckled to herself.

  I shook my head. Why did she have to go and say that? Come on. Now he was fuming again. This was the main reason why I never got married. People like this put me through the wringer, as they did Aiden. We always saw the ugly side of marriage. Each and every day we fought someone else’s battles and it took it out of us. Of course, this didn’t keep my boyfriend from routinely asking me to marry him. But it did keep me from saying yes.

  “You’re a bitch,” Mr. Oldham said and pointed his finger at her. “You only married me for my money.”

  “Why else would I marry you?” she snipped.

  “Go ahead,” he said, leaning across the table at her. “Wound me one last time, take everything—my money, my house, my dog. I don’t care anymore. But I will tell you this, you will never have my heart.”

  She laughed. “And what would I do with your heart?”

  Ouch. That was cold, even for her. But then again, gold diggers aren’t known for their warmth. They’re known for their looks, which she had plenty of. But she’d better watch the money she was getting out of him because she was getting older and once women like her got older, they could get desperate. Next thing you know, she could wind up with some aging European royalty who asked her for money. I’d seen it happen. I’d been a lawyer for almost six years and I’d seen more than my fair share of dirty divorces. This one wasn’t that bad considering I once had a couple drag out their divorce for three years, bickering over the canned food in the pantry before finally coming to an agreement.

  “So we can all agree on the terms?” Aiden asked. “Even you, Ms. House?” he added, staring at me.

  I stared at him. God, he was so good looking, but such a smart ass. And he was pissed I’d won this one. My client would walk out of here a super wealthy woman free to roam the world and date whoever she wanted. And his client would walk out less rich than he’d entered and minus one beloved dog. It was a good day but not for him. I glanced out the window. Now it was dark outside. I glanced at my watch and was astonished to see that it was after seven.

  “Even me, Mr. Jones,” I shot back, wanting to slap him. But I let that go because it was a Friday and I was off all weekend. Knowing I had two straight days off was a relief. I needed it.

  “Then let’s file,” he said and pushed back from the table and stood. His client stood with him, as did mine. I got up last and we all shook hands across the conference table.

  “I’ll walk you out,” I said to Mrs. Oldham.

  “Don’t bother,” she said and winked at me. “I can find the elevator on my own.”

  “Okay,” I said. “Good night.”

  “Good night,” she said and slipped through the glass doors and down the hall, swinging her expensive handbag as she walked.

  I noticed Mr. Oldham watching her, then he turned to me and grinned. “Best money I ever spent.”

  “Excuse me?” I asked.

  “I’m
glad to get rid of her. She would have ended up bankrupting me if I had stayed married to her,” he said. “I went through my mid-life crisis and got the younger woman and now I am done with that shit. Hell, I might even start being celibate now.” He paused for thought then said, “On second thought, no. You wanna go out? How about some dinner?”

  I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, thanks. I think you need to go home and get some rest and get ready to start writing some checks.”

  “The first of every month for the rest of my life, right?” he asked.

  “That’s right,” I said and smiled at him.

  “That’s rude,” Aiden said.

  “It is not,” I said, turning to him.

  “No, you’re right. What’s rude is you bickering over a man’s dog,” he said. “That was his dog.”

  “Leave it be, boy,” Mr. Oldham said and slapped him on the back. “Now I gotta go. Goodbye.”

  I waved at him as he left and turned to Aiden. “Bitter much?”

  “A little,” he said. “You only won ’cause the old man thinks you’re hot.”

  “Oh, is that right?” I asked and rolled my eyes. “I won because he was ready to move on and didn’t have any more fight in him. That’s why I won.”

  “No,” he said, looking me over. “You won because you’re hot. He even asked you out.”

  “He was joking,” I told him.

  “No, he wasn’t,” he said and picked up his brief case. “Next time, House, I will have your ass on a platter.”

  “And then you can kiss it,” I said and gave him a wicked grin. “By the way, it’s Ms. House to you.”

  He almost laughed then stopped himself. “You’ve been warned.”

  “Leave,” I said and picked up my files. “This is my office.”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I know. By the way, if you’re thinking about going out with him, don’t.”

  “Oh, okay,” I said and rolled my eyes. “Why not?

  “It’s unprofessional. You don’t mix business with pleasure.”

  I stared at him, wishing he’d just leave so I could finish up. “Whatever.”

  He shrugged. “Yeah, whatever,” he said then exited the room without another word.

  I stared after him then shook my head, taking a deep breath, thinking I’d really just like to get the hell out of there and do something. I was so wired. Instead, I went to my office, threw the files on my desk and leaned back in my chair, spinning a little in it. Aiden had said I was hot. Did he really think so? It didn’t matter, but as I glanced myself in the reflection of the window, I knew what he was alluding to. Dark blonde hair, blue eyes and clear skin with a slight glow my weekly facials gave me. I dressed in pencil skirts, crisp white shirts and blazers. It was my lawyer’s uniform but I dressed it up with nice jewelry and killer stilettos. Who was I kidding? I knew I was hot.

  But was my job worth it? It did take an emotional toll that was for sure. I leaned back more in my chair and then put my feet on my desk, staring at my shoes, my latest purchase. I smiled. Yeah, it was worth it to be able to afford these. They were black kid leather stilettos with just the tiniest little black bow right above the peep-toe. I thought of all the shoes I had, all lined up in my closet, all pretty and nice and just so fabulous. Yeah, my job did have it perks, the main one being I could afford such luxuries.

  My cell rang. I picked it up and glanced at the number and smiled. It was my boyfriend. I answered, “Hi, baby.”

  “When are you going to be home?” Ben asked.

  “Soon,” I said and sighed. “What are you doing?”

  “Waiting on you,” he said. “I mean, it’s a Friday night. We should have dinner plans or something.”

  “Sorry but it ran over,” I said. “It was so ridiculous, fighting about a fucking dog for six hours.”

  “Poor thing,” he said. “You know, if we were married, you could quit your job.”

  I groaned. This was true. Ben was independently wealthy and he could take very good care of me and I could quit my job. However, I just didn’t want to go there, at least not yet. “Don’t start with me again! Please! You know how I feel about marriage.”

  “We’re in our thirties now,” he said. “We have to think about stuff like this.”

  I nodded. He was right but I just didn’t know if I could go through with it or not, especially after what I’d seen over the years. It seemed as though marriage always turned out badly, but maybe that was just from what I witnessed. Regardless, I was too weary to argue.

  “Listen,” I said. “I have to go and do a few things before I can leave.”

  “Okay,” he said, then paused. “Wait a minute. You’re not coming home right now?”

  “It’ll only be a couple of hours,” I said. “I have stuff to do here then I just want to go shopping and decompress.”

  “Seriously?” he said. “Damn it.”

  “I need some new shoes,” I said, though I didn’t. I should have said, I want some new shoes. Because I did. I said, “I’ll just be a little while, then I’ll grab a cab and be home.”

  “And then you’ll fall asleep on the couch,” he said. “We have to get a life at some point, Morgan.”

  “We do,” I said. “We do.”

  “And when was the last time we had sex?”

  I thought about it. It had been a while. I said, “When was the last time we were in the same room when one of us wasn’t sleeping?”

  “Exactly,” he said.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” I said. Suddenly, I had a thought. The thought made me smile a little. “But maybe we can do something now.”

  “Like what?”

  “Like you know what,” I said and leaned back, putting my feet up on my desk again. “The office is empty besides me and you’re there, at our apartment, all alone.”

  “Yeah,” he said.

  I smiled again, liking where this was going. I’d never really had phone sex but why not? It was about the only way I was going to get any with my schedule. I began in a seductive voice, “So, you’re there, on the couch, sitting all alone. And then I’m here, all alone, thinking about you.”

  “What else?” he asked.

  I breathed heavily, sexily, and said, “My breasts are tingling right now, wanting your touch…”

  “Ummm…”

  “And they’re in my bra, all smushed up,” I said.

  “Are you touching them?”

  “Mmmm…” I moaned and cupped my breast. “I am. Oh, how I would love to have your hands on them right now, squeezing them, caressing them, kissing them…”

  “I can do that for you,” he said, lowering his voice. “I can kiss them and suck on your nipples.”

  That sounded so nice. I wanted him to. I hadn’t realized how horny I was until we’d started this. I imagined him coming into the room and taking control of me, throwing me up against the wall and fucking me silly.

  “Oh, I want that,” I said and rubbed my breasts. “I want your hands on me, on my boobs, my tits. Hold them tight, honey and kiss them, run your tongue across my nipple and suck it into your mouth.”

  “I will,” he said. “And then I want to touch your other places.”

  I grinned and closed my eyes, thinking of him. “What other places?”

  “You know where.”

  “Where,” I said and opened my legs a little, moaning a little. “There? Down there?”

  “Yeah, down there,” he said.

  I was about to respond when I heard a noise, as if someone had entered the room. I opened my eyes and then realized who it was, almost falling out of my chair with shock and embarrassment. It was Aiden! Oh, my God! Oh, no! He was holding some sort of file, which I knew was from my case, which, I suppose, he was giving to me. Now of all times. Oh, no. What the fuck was I supposed to do now? And how long had he been standing there?

  I shook my head at him, indicating that he should get out, but he just stood there like a deer caught in the head lights. It’s like he’d never se
en anything like this before. Well, maybe he hadn’t, but that wasn’t my problem. I pointed to the door, wanting him out, hoping I could live through this stinging humiliation when I realized that he wasn’t moving. He wasn’t going anywhere. That’s when I knew he liked me. He wanted to see this. He wanted to watch me do this. But I had a boyfriend. So, he should leave.

  Besides, most of the time, I couldn’t stand him. He could be such an ass. But then I thought about it. All those barbs he’d thrown at me over the years were like foreplay or something to him. While I’d never taken anything he’d said to heart, it had amused me that he put so much effort into it. Now I knew why. He thought I was hot and that’s why he’d gotten snippy about Mr. Oldham “asking” me out. He was jealous! I could see the writing on the wall now. But, yeah, I knew now that he really did think I was hot and that was cool. And while I thought he was hot, too, this just wouldn’t work.

  I pointed to the door again. He didn’t move.

  “You there?” Ben asked.

  “I’m here,” I said and started to sit up but Aiden shook his head at me. I stared at him, wondering what he was going to do. What was he going to do? And what was I going to do?

  “Continue,” Aiden said softly and pointed at my phone. He threw the file on my desk and put his briefcase down. “Do it.”

  Do it. Yeah, sure, that was easy, right? Not really. Even so, I eyed him and wondered what I should do. Then, all of a sudden, it came to me. I was horny and I’d always thought Aiden was hot. I hadn’t been laid in a while. My boyfriend was on the phone. Did I dare? Was I capable of being this naughty, this dirty? I was about to find out.

  I put my hand over my phone and said, “What are you doing?”

  “I am mixing business with pleasure,” he said and gave me a small smile, then a wink.

  “I don’t think you are,” I told him. “You said to never do that.”

  “But that’s what I’m saying now,” he replied. “Just forget what I was saying earlier. Let’s, for once, be unprofessional and mix business with pleasure.”