Lily gasps next to me. The angle shows a perfect angle of Eric’s cock. It looks magnificent in the lamplight. It felt just as good, if not better. We fall into total silence as we watch Eric and me have sex on top of very expensive hotel sheets. For a minute, I forget to breathe.
“I gotta go home.” Lily suddenly says, breaking our trance. “I gotta go, um, you know. Stuff. Listen to me, Kate. Listen to me. If you can have sex with that man again, do it. He is so sexy and you two have this incredible chemistry that is like lightning. I would kill for someone to fuck me like that.”
“You know that I can’t do that.”
“Fine. Once your divorce is finalized, hunt that boy down and fuck him twice. Three times on Sunday.” Lily quickly gathers her things and gives me a peck on the cheek. “That was marvelous, thank you. It’ll hold me over ton… I mean, it was fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
She practically runs out of my apartment and leaves me alone with the video still rolling. We’ve both just hit our second orgasms and he’s working his way back down between my legs. I get chills just thinking about it.
“I want to know how you taste once I’ve marked you,” he told me.
He says it again on the tape. I look around my apartment and find my glass of wine. I drain it, slip off my sundress, and sprawl out on the couch. I mean, what the hell, right? All I can think about is having Eric again, and that’s impossible. So I will take him any way I can have him, even if it’s just in my head.
My fingers mimic his tongue against my clit. His groans fill my ears and I can see that he was stroking himself while licking me. It’s incredibly sexy. When I cry out in bliss in the video, real me climaxes at the same time.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
ERIC
“Tequila, boys.” Becky slides the tray into the middle of the table. She doesn’t look at me, but instead shoots a wink to Geoff. “Let me know when you need refills.”
“Et tu, Brutus?” I slap him on the back after he shoots his tequila and am mildly disappointed he doesn’t spew it everywhere. “Decided to move in on my bar wench, did you?”
“She’s not yours, Eric.” Geoff pulls himself up a bit, like he’s a real man instead of the slouch who regularly gets run over in court and in the bar. And the gym. “I’ve just been nice to her. People like it when you are nice to them, Eric.”
Paxton and I are both astounded for a full minute. We gape like fish in a dirty bowl, trying to process how the guy nobody fucking likes scooped up a hot bar waitress. Geoff looks smug as hell and, frankly, I can’t blame him.
“I knew something was up when we were boxing. I knew it. You lipped off to Paxton and that shit would never happen. Should have known it was because someone was stroking your balls.” I throw a light fist into his shoulder. “Geoff has become a man!”
“I never said I slept with her.” Geoff burns a little red and has that whole annoyed schoolboy look going for him. “I just said I was nice to her.”
“Just admit you fucked her.” Paxton says. “Admit it. It’s okay to sleep with people, Geoff. You’re allowed to get your dick wet.”
“You guys really are assholes, you know that?” Geoff rolls his eyes. “I’ll go get another round.”
“Say hi to your girlfriend for us! Tell her we miss her!” Paxton calls after him. “Well, I’ll be damned. Geoff took your girl.”
“Becky isn’t my girl.” I say dismissively and attend to the vibrating phone in my pocket. A series of texts from David flood in, livid about his recent billing. I shoot back a quick reminder that if he kept his goddamn dick in his pants and listened to me, we wouldn’t have this problem. “I fucking hate this guy, Pax. Hate.”
“We all take on dipshits we don’t like, because those dipshits have money. You don’t have to like him—”
“I just have to like his wallet. Yeah, yeah.” I rub my face, frustrated. “I don’t understand what Kate ever saw in this guy. He’s an ugly fuck who can’t keep it in his pants. He’s whiny and compulsive. I knew he piggybacked off Kate’s contacts in LA to make it into the scene, but I swear to fuck this man has no talent.”
“I liked his last movie.” Paxton shrugs. “So he’s a typical piece of Hollywood trash. You know they crawl out of the woodwork here. How is he different from your other clients?”
“He thinks he owns the planet.”
“So do all those other fuckers.”
“All those other fuckers don’t marry good humans.” I down my beer and turn my phone upside down so I can’t see the bullshit David’s still texting. “Kate’s record is impeccable, man. She’s always been the loyal, loving wife. Stands by his side, gets him into places that would rather give him the boot. Half of what he’s done has her name on it.”
“We’ll touch on that other shit in a minute. I thought you said this case was a slam dunk?” Paxton leans across the table. “If her name is on everything…”
“I know.” I throw myself back against the chair and stare at the nasty bar ceiling like it’s a fortune teller. Maybe if I stare long enough, it’ll tell me the secrets to the universe. “That’s because everyone has a past, man. Everyone. This town fuels itself on lies and deceit. But Kate is a genuinely good person. There’s no affairs, no sketchy shit. Thought I had her nailed on some topless photos from a few years ago with a
