Share
I Need You
Related chapters
Asking for a Friend Dreaming About You
MARISSA“You’ve been dreaming about me?” I asked, struggling to keep my train of thought from running away with me when his lips closed over a hardened nipple.“Mmm,” he hummed, causing ripples of goosebumps to raise on my flesh. When he released me, it was to look up into my eyes from my chest. “So many dreams. So many dirty, filthy dreams.”I didn’t know if it was simply something he said in the heat of the moment, but I would be damned if it didn’t turn said heat up to mercurial levels. As he kissed a path down my stomach to where I was wet and achy for him, I could only whisper, “Show me.”“Oh, I’m planning on it,” he breathed, gripping my thighs to spread them to make space for his shoulders. There was a beat where his eyes closed and he took a deep breath, almost as if he were savoring the moment, then he leaned forward and expertly licked and sucked me into two orgasms before finally relenting.I was spent, but somehow still needy. There were tiny droplets of sweat dotting his
Asking for a Friend Call HR
LAYTON“Yeah? I bet you can get it in two tries.” Marissa giggled, crumbling two sheets of paper into her hand and shooting them one after the other in the general direction of the trash can in the corner of my office.Both pieces of paper landed way short of their target. I laughed and gave her a pat on the back. “What did we bet again?”She shot me a playful glare, elbowing me in the stomach. “Double or nothing.”I motioned for her to go ahead, desperately wanting to wrap my arms around her. It had been a week since our date at the Freedom Trail and the night that followed. It had been, without a doubt, one of the best nights of my fucking life.Marissa agreed to stay and after what turned out to be a series of naps instead of a decent night’s sleep, neither of us could get enough of the other. After our first relatively frenzied romp, we hit the shower, the bed again and eventually ended up on the kitchen floor.Our relationship had changed since then. We spent more time together,
Asking for a Friend Shocker
LAYTON“Care to make another wager?” Marissa asked now, drawing me out of my head and bringing me back into my office with her. Her sweet scent hung in the air around me—vanilla and flowery today. It intoxicated me, made me want to invite her home again so I could get that scent all over my sheets.Looking into her happy blue eyes, I nodded. “I’m always ready to make a wager with you. What will it be this time?”She held up the crumpled piece of paper in her hand. “If I can hit you in the head, you tell me what’s on your mind. You checked out on me for a second there. Don’t even bother denying it. You had this weirdly soft look in your eyes.”“Weirdly soft?” I scoffed, trying my best to sound wounded. “Nothing about me is weird. And I don’t do soft, I’m hard all over babe.”Her cheeks flushed, but she refused to back down. “Don’t I know it? That’s what makes it so interesting to know what you were thinking about.”You, I wanted to say. Telling her the truth was on the tip of my tongue
Asking for a Friend What's Wrong with My Daughter?
MARISSA“Why didn’t you call, Dee? How long has she been like this? What’s wrong?” The questions tumbled out of my mind one after the other. I was sitting in the back of Denise’s car, as close to Annie as our respective seat belts would allow.I had her clammy hand in mine, my thumb rubbing comforting circles on the back of her hand. Denise caught my eyes in the rearview mirror, worry shining through stress clouded by more worry. “It started a couple of hours ago. She threw up once, then it just kept happening.”I reached for Annie’s forehead, trying to determine if her fever had gotten any worse since we left my office. She felt the same, but she looked much worse.Her eyes were closed, her head resting against the window. She was breathing fine, but deeply. Denise looked at me again. “I’m not sure what it is. I gave her some flu medication, but I don’t know if she kept it down long enough for it to make a difference. I don’t think it’s the flu. She keeps complaining about her stomac
Asking for a Friend At the Doctor
MARISSAScooping a shivering, green around the gills Annie into my arms, I carried her into the office. She snuggled her face into the crook of my neck, clinging to me. “I don’t like doctors, Mommy.”I stroked her hair and held her tight. “I know sweetie, but they’re going to make you feel better.”There were four other children waiting with their parents to be seen by the doctors. Several other people sat waiting their turn. Some sniffled, their noses red and their pallor gray.One little boy cried loudly, holding his arm. His fingers were swollen and his mother was causing a scene, insisting they couldn’t wait. From the look of him, I tended to agree with her.They were swept into the doctor’s consulting room next, causing some other people who had been waiting longer to grumble. Denise came in a few minutes later, taking a seat on the other side of Annie.We waited in tense silence for our turn. Denise tried to assure me there was no way I could’ve seen Annie’s illness coming.“Don
Asking for a Friend Not Her
LAYTONTwenty-four hours and still no word from Marissa. I consulted with a new client in the morning. An interesting man who wanted to build an off the grid tree house to live in about an hour outside the city.The project was bound to be both challenging and something totally different than anything I was used to. I was excited to get into it, but struggling to concentrate on the design.Sitting behind my drafting table, I stared down at the empty sheet of paper in front of me. My pencil clutched between my fingers, I had yet to draw so much as one line.Marissa was on my mind. I kept wondering what she might think of the project. I wondered if she would be as excited about it as I was, and I looked forward to seeing how she put the reports on this one together.The client was adventurous, but his budget didn’t match his dream. To say it would be tight was an understatement. There was no doubt in my mind that if anyone could put it together inside budget and make his residential dre
Asking for a Friend Nothing More Than a Boss
LAYTONFrowning, she seemed surprised by the question. She brushed a tendril of hair that had escaped off her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. “She’s okay. It was only a stomach bug. She’s already feeling better. Thanks for asking.”I waited for her to continue, to explain why she hadn’t told me about Annie. She didn’t say anything though. It looked like she was, very uncharacteristically, at a loss for words.“Why didn’t you tell me about her, Marissa?” I asked quietly, crossing my arms as I leaned against the windows behind my desk. “You should have told me you were a mom.”She bristled visibly. I could practically hear her defenses slamming into place. “Why?”Her tone was challenging, flat. “Why should I have told you? You’re my boss, Layton. I haven’t told anyone here about Annie, why would I have told you?”Everything about her screamed defiance. She was cold and withdrawn, defensive. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I didn’t want to fight with her, but things seem
Asking for a Friend Thanks for the Favor
LAYTONFreezing rain pelted the office windows, the skies angry and miserable. I stood with my back to my office, staring at the Boston skyline –what little of it not obscured by the weather. Lightning cracked the sky in half, adding to the general gloom outside.It wasn’t much better in my office. Sighing, I dragged my hands through my hair. In the two weeks since Marissa came into my office and went off about how we had to forget anything ever happened between us, we’d managed to avoid each other.It was no easy feat in an office the size of ours, but I hadn’t so much as caught a glimpse of the buxom blonde who had intrigued me as much as she’d annoyed me from day one. The last two Fridays, I’d let my second in command handle the weekly staff meetings.Marissa had sent the reports she needed to get to me via email to my assistant, and several times had dropped documents with her. One morning I arrived to find a pile of papers neatly stacked on my desk.The loopy handwriting on the n
Latest chapter
- Asking for a Friend Epilogue Part 2
- Asking for a Friend Epilogue Part 1
- Asking for a Friend Tiny Dancer
- Asking for a Friend Sixth Months of Heaven
- Asking for a Friend Living the Dream
- Asking for a Friend We're a Family
- Asking for a Friend Tasting Him
- Asking for a Friend Raw
- Asking for a Friend Prove It To Her
