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  “No, she isn’t,” Vince replied.

  “I see,” Burt said as if he didn’t believe him.

  “She’s working on a new venture.”

  “Is that so?”

  “She’s going into business for herself as an image consultant.”

  Burt lifted a finger. “But she’s a consultant.”

  “You need some image consulting, Burt?” Vince couldn’t control his snarl.

  “I need the sort of consulting that Maggie provides. After all she’s proven to be able to put sinking ships back on the ocean.”

  Vince snorted. Hell if Burt didn’t just take a shot at him.

  “Excuse me,” Emily said and backed out of the conversation.

  Burt watched her leave. He didn’t have to say a word. Vince already knew Burt was thinking Vince was a fool to separate himself from Maggie in more ways than one.

  Burt bowed his head. “Excuse me.”

  Vince took his cell phone out of his pocket and tried Maggie once again. The call went straight to voicemail. He listened to her say, “You’ve reached Maggie Conroy. Leave your name and your number, and I’ll return your call as soon as I can.” She always kept it professional.

  He placed a call to Robert. He didn’t answer either. The question was where were they: his place or hers? He waited until he saw Emily walk out of the restroom. She grinned as she approached him. The way she strolled when she walked made her appealing. Maggie didn’t stroll, although she did walk with confidence. Emily, however, had a goal in mind. She liked to make dicks hard, but she didn’t really like sex. Just to test how much power he had over her, he told her to get on her knees. Emily complied, but she didn’t enjoy the pounding. Not only was it torture for her, but it took him forever to come. Emily enjoyed a missionary fuck, and she still hadn’t sucked his dick, although he knew she did suck dick. She had been dropping more hints about how convenient it would be if they moved in together. She’d also called Lexi and made plans for them to travel to Colorado together for the annual family Fourth of July picnic. He was drowning in Emily, and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why he hadn’t already come up for air.

  “Are you ready to leave?” Emily asked in a singsong tone.

  Vince examined her for the longest moment, and the answer to the million-dollar question came raining down like dew from heaven. He was no different than from whence he came and neither was Emily, but Maggie wasn’t made from that mold. Fear pumped through his heart. He had made a mistake trying to “get her in line” and pushed her right on top of Robert’s dick.

  “We’re done here,” he said.

  Emily hooked her arm around his, and they strolled out of the museum. They slid into the backseat of his chauffeured car, and he instructed the driver to take them home.

  “That was fun tonight,” Emily said.

  “Yes,” Vince said with a stoic look.

  “But I can’t wait until we get back to Colorado. I miss home, don’t you?”

  “Not really.”

  She turned silent, which was what Vince wanted.

  “I’ll drop you off at my place. Ask Raymond the concierge to let you in with the spare.”

  “You’re going to drop me off? Where are you going?”

  “To take care of some business.”

  “It’s awfully late for business.”

  “Yes, it is.”

  Emily shook her head as though she was frustrated. “Are you going to see Maggie?”

  Vince glared out the window, refusing to answer.

  “What are we doing, Vince? I need to know if I’m wasting my time.”

  “Wasting your time? Are you expecting a result?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  “No, I’m not.”

  Emily cozied up to him, rubbing his soft dick through his pants. She unzipped him as she kissed his neck.

  He grabbed her wrist. “Don’t.”

  She looked at him as though he had just punched her in the jaw.

  It would take a miracle for her to make him grow a boner. “Later. We’re almost there.”

  “Later?” she asked.

  “Just go to the apartment and get some sleep. We’ll talk later.”

  Emily rested her head on his shoulder the rest of the way and talked about all the things that were wrong about her apartment in Studio City. Vince couldn’t wait to dump her at the building. No matter what happened between him and Maggie, his relationship with Emily had to end. Not only that, but Robert was right—they would have to do a proper executive search to replace Maggie. Emily looked the part, but she sure as hell wasn’t the person for the job.

  ***

  Maggie

  I’m on all fours, and Robert is behind me. One of his hands is around me, gripping my pussy with a finger pinned against my clit and the grips my hip. He’s banging me at an angle. Orgasmic sunbursts explode inside me with every crash of his dick. He must feel my pussy twitch, because he nails me in a spot and stimulates my clit. My entire body quivers as the tingling fills my groin. Robert flips me onto my side, stretches one leg out in front of me, and slams his dick back into my pussy.

  “Oh!” he says and speed humps me.

  This is a different feeling. It’s like a pussy massage, but I can tell his dick is searching for a live spot. When he finds one, he stabs it like Norman Bates with a knife. I hear myself make gurgling sounds. Just like that, another orgasm takes form.

  “Do it, Maggie, baby,” Robert says, gritting his teeth.

  I squint to bear the pleasure. He goes faster. I’m about to blow, and he goes even faster. I scream, and Robert grunts and quakes. After he’s milked, he shifts my legs and lies on top of me.

  “Fucking fantastic,” he says.

  “Tell me about it…”

  “Now I’m ready to get stoned.”

  He slides his softened but not dead dick out of me, trots to the bathroom, and comes back with a towel to wipe me dry.

  “Did you actually say you’re ready to get stoned?” I ask.

  “Yep.” He retrieves his pants off the floor, digs his cell phone out of the pocket, and goes into the living room to make a call. I curl up in a fetal position and will my body to stop stirring orgasmic vibrations.

  When he returns, he parts my legs and slides his face near my pussy. “I’m going to make you come seven times back to back.”

  “Wait! What about your drugs?”

  “It’s marijuana not drugs. My order is on the way.”

  “Your order?”

  “Hey I’m a legal citizen of Colorado and a card carrier in California. It’s all legal baby.”

  “But we’re in New York.”

  “That doesn’t change my circumstances.”

  I shake my head and his tongue works its magic on my clit before I can respond to his stupid claim. I pin my head to the pillow and grab his shoulders. I’m sucking air again. Damn it. He’s an expert at this.

  One. I cry out.

  Two. I scream.

  Three. I shiver.

  Four. I grit my teeth and white out.

  Five. I gasp.

  Six. I whimper.

  There’s a knock at my door. My body is as limp as a rag doll.

  Robert jumps up. “I haven’t forgotten number seven,” he says as he shuffles out of the bedroom.

  I curl up in a ball and try to calm myself. Robert has turned the nerves in my body all the way up. I’m still feeling orgasmic sparks even though he’s not touching me. Whenever Vince’s face rises to the surface of my mind, I push it back down. I refuse to consider him. He sure as hell hasn’t considered me. Banging Robert is pure fun. No wonder he fucks a lot of women. Every girl on the planet should bang Robert Tango at least once in her life. He just may be the greatest fuck on Earth.

  He’s back and shakes a plastic bag, which contains marijuana and squares of paper to roll it into joints.

  “I haven’t smoked that shit since eleventh grade,” I say.

  “Then get ready for
a sweet little buzz tonight.”

  “You mean this morning.” It’s after midnight. “And I never said I wanted to smoke marijuana.”

  “Oh come on, Mags. You can’t let me hit this shit alone.”

  He sits beside me to roll the joints.

  “I can’t believe you have a dealer on speed dial. What else do you partake in besides marijuana?” I ask.

  “I do a little blow here and there.”

  “Cocaine?” I’m shocked.

  “Every now and then.”

  “Are you going to get addicted and bankrupt A&Rt?”

  He snickers. “I don’t get addicted to drugs or pussy.”

  I smirk. “Is that your way of telling me that my pussy has no power over you?”

  “Oh, Mags… You have a powerful pussy. I’ve dreamt of your pussy. I’ve fantasized about your pussy. You did not disappoint.”

  I kick him playfully on the back. Robert is such a smartass.

  “You first.” He hands me the joint.

  I sigh. “All right but only one.”

  He winks. “One is all you need.” He retrieves a lighter from his pocket, and ignites the stick.

  I take a puff. “You keep a lighter in your pocket?” I wheeze and cough.

  “No, Donnie just gave me one.”

  “Is that your dealer’s name.”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s so cliché.”

  He crawls between my legs. “Enough talking. You smoke, and I’ll finish what I started. I’m starting from number one since we were interrupted.” He pulls my pussy to his face.

  “I don’t know, Robert,” I say squeamishly. “I think I may have had too many orgasms already.”

  “You can never have too many. Now you do that.” He points his head at the joint. “And I’ll do this. If you stop, then I’ll have to start back at one.”

  “Games, games, games… You’re always playing games.”

  He winks at me, and his tongue flicks my clit. Then he does that thing that he does.

  I cough to keep myself from choking. “Shit! How in the hell are you doing that!”

  He stops, and the sensation subsides. “If you’re talking, then you’re not smoking.”

  “No, really, how do you do that?”

  “Do you think I’m going to let you take my secrets back to Vince? If you want your pussy eaten my way, then you’re going to have to come to me. Now smoke.” He waits for me to take a puff.

  I roll my eyes and suck on the joint. He winks and goes back to work. I release the smoke as the sensations whirl in the depths of my pussy. I moan and shake, trying to smoke. Robert watches me, and he lifts his eyebrows, warning me not to stop. My pussy is sparking. My head is spinning. If I’m going to get high, then this is the only way to do it.

  ***

  Vince

  Vince used his key to let himself inside Maggie’s apartment. He kept her spare with him at all times; it made him feel closer to her. He heard Maggie moaning, yelping, and calling Robert’s name. His instinct was to race into her bedroom and bring an end to whatever they were doing, but he wondered if what he smelled was marijuana.

  “What the fuck?” He tiptoed to the bedroom.

  He didn’t have to reveal himself to see what was taking place. Maggie was going crazy. A joint was on the sheets, burning the fabric. She was squinting and making a lot of noise. Robert offered no reprieve as he ate her pussy.

  Maggie screamed and clung to Robert’s scalp. “Fuck! You’re a fucking genius!”

  Robert grabbed his dick. He was getting ready to fuck her. It was time to step in.

  “You decided to stay in for the night?” Vince said, walking into view.

  Maggie and Robert pasted their shocked gazes on him. She and Robert scrambled away from each other.

  “Vince?” Maggie said.

  “Your sheets are smoking,” Vince said and walked away.

  “Shit,” Robert said.

  Vince heard something beat against the mattress.

  Maggie chased after him. “Vince!”

  He stopped at the door, mustered every ounce of self-control he had, and turned to face her. “What?”

  Maggie looked lost, standing there in the buff. “I’m sorry. How did you? But...” She sighed resignedly and threw up her hands as if she had no defense. “You were fucking Emily.”

  “Is that the best you can do?” he snarled.

  “I didn’t think you cared anymore.”

  He stomped over and gripped her by the back of her neck. “I care.” Vince looked toward her bedroom. “Robert, get your ass out of there.” Vince waited, glaring into Maggie’s eyes until Robert came out of the bedroom with his clothes on. “Get the fuck out.”

  “Maggie?” Robert said, as if he were asking her permission to leave.

  “Get the fuck out!” Vince shouted.

  “Not until Maggie feels safe.”

  He glowered at Robert. “You think I’m going to hurt her?”

  “You already have.”

  Vince laughed cynically.

  “I’m okay,” Maggie said. “You can leave.”

  “You sure?”

  “I’m sure.”

  “What the fuck?” Vince growled. The way they were speaking to each other as though both of them hadn’t just broken his heart infuriated him.

  “See you tomorrow then,” Robert said.

  “No, you won’t,” Vince said. “Maggie’s not coming in tomorrow. She’s officially terminated.”

  “You can’t make that decision on your own.”

  Vince sniffed with disdain. “You know what, Rob? If I had the money, I would buy you out and let you wither by the roadside, you fucking loser.”

  “Vince,” Maggie said, scolding him.

  Vince glared into her eyes. How dare she defend Robert? “You guys can fuck until the cows come home, but I want to have a heart-to-heart with Maggie first.”

  “Just go,” Maggie said to Robert.

  “Call you later?” Robert asked.

  Again, Vince sniffed disdainfully. Maggie didn’t dare answer him. Robert closed the door behind him, and Vince and Maggie stared into each other’s eyes.

  “How long have you wanted to fuck him?” Vince asked.

  Maggie shrugged. “Never, actually.”

  Vince took his hand off the back of his neck to scratch his temple. “What was the tipping point?”

  “You were the tipping point. You know this was your fault, not mine.”

  “But with Rob?”

  Vince took the ring Maggie had dropped in the desk out of his pocket. “Don’t you fucking take this off again.” He grabbed her hand and shoved the ring on her finger.

  “You still want to marry me after that?”

  “I don’t know what I want. I want you to wear this until I figure us out.”

  Maggie stared at him with her mouth open…

  ***

  Maggie

  I close my eyes and try to digest everything Vince just said. Why is he always trying to brand me with that ring? It’s weird.

  Vince’s gaze rolls up and down my naked body. “Could you put something on? I’ll wait for you.”

  I nod and go into my room then into the bathroom. My head is light. My eyelids are heavy. The marijuana is wreaking havoc on my brain. I wet a washcloth and rid my skin of traces of Robert Tango. It’s easy to get him off the outside of me, but my insides are screaming for more of him. I slip into an oversized T-shirt. Vince stands as I walk into the living room. He sits as I take a seat on the opposite end of the sofa.

  “Now what?” I ask.

  Vince closes his eyes and massages his temples. “You smoke marijuana?”

  I shake my head. “Not since high school. Robert, he’s…”

  “He’s what?” Vince snaps.

  “Nothing, forget it.”

  “Let’s not forget it. I want to know why you let him have you.”

  I sigh. “He’s been seducing me. One circumstance led to anoth
er, and here we were.”

  Vince stands.

  “So are we officially over?” I ask.

  “Maggie…” He closes his eyes. “My heart is fucking broken. You can’t ask me that right now.”

  “You’ve been having sex with Emily though, and you lied to me about it.”

  “Who told you that? Robert?”

  “Is it true?”

  He runs his hands nervously through his hair. “It’s true.”

  “Then the question is why would you make love to another woman?” I sigh resignedly. “Maybe we’re just not meant for each other.” Vince’s glare sends chills down my spine.

  “Maybe,” he says. “But I’m not ready to live without you yet.”

  “You’ve already chosen to live without me.”

  Vince holds up his arms. “Come here.”

  I slowly stand and go to him. He puts his arms around me, and we embrace. His chest feels so familiar against my face. Unlike Robert, I feel safe in Vince’s arms. He kisses the top of my head.

  “You changed your hair?” he asks.

  I nod.

  “I like it. Your neck is beautiful.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Maggie, I’m going to work some shit out, and I’ll be in touch. We’re going to start from scratch, you and I. We’re never coming back to this place ever again. Is that okay with you?”

  “It is.” I squeeze him tighter. “I’m sorry.” My voice cracks.

  He looks at the door. “I’m going to lie down with you because I can’t leave you right now.”

  “Okay…”

  Vince walks me to my bedroom. He takes off his shoes and jacket. We lay on the part of my bed that’s not burned, and he holds me. He doesn’t massage my nipples or grind my ass as he usually does. He’s not even hard. We’re too hurt to have sex. Our souls need time and space to cleanse themselves of the traces of other lovers. So I fall asleep in Vince’s arms, but when I wake up in the early afternoon, I’m alone.

  CHAPTER SIX

  London Bound

  If what has happened in the last four days of my life was an event, then how would I assess it? Have I gained anything from the experience, and how much have I lost? I study the ring on my finger. When I first took it off, I’d explained to Vince that the ring is wrapped around my heart, not my finger. All he’d said was “right,” and then he kissed me. Maybe he should’ve said “bullshit” so that I knew he didn’t accept the concept.