A Little Bit of Crazy (Little Bits) Page 6

  “Took the words right out of my mouth,” he murmurs sweetly in my ear before circling my nipple with his tongue and softly nibbling the hard nub. “I love you Maya. So fucking much.” Thrust, circle. “I always have.” Thrust, circle. “I need you.” He grunts and circles his hips again, his large member is hitting every important spot, effectively sending me into a haze of pure pleasure.

  I run my nails down his back and grip his hips with my thighs, wanting him closer. Needing him closer. “James,” I beg, I’m not sure what for. My stomach is clenching, my insides are tightening with each thrust, each circle, and each draw back. I’m on the edge of explosion but not quite tipping over. It’s amazing, even my feet are tingling.

  “Look at me,” he says and leans up on his arms. I don’t object, I stare straight into his eyes, my breathing hitches as I watch his gorgeous, beautiful face tense as his pleasure consumes him. Both of us connected in ways I’ve never felt or witnessed before. “Maya. Come with me baby.” I nod, my eyes never leaving his as the edge nears and I spill over into oblivion. Color explodes in my mind, yet I see his eyes clearly through the rainbow fog, I see his face relax as his own orgasm consumes him. I see his smile as I whimper his name. He throbs inside of my tight channel, I pulse against him.

  Instead of flopping down on me he lowers his head and kisses me softly, his tongue and lips stroke my own, oh so gently they’re barely a whisper against me. “Thank you,” he sighs and finally flops down onto me and I wrap my arms tightly around his head which rests on my breasts.

  Things are a lot easier after that. We spend the evening together, we’ve just been for dinner and now we’re going to the cinema to see some action movie with lots of half-naked men. Although none of them held a candle to my husband. He is still the god of male perfection.

  “Channing Tatum, fuck me,” I mumble as the half-naked man walks on screen, his chest all oiled and slick. Hubba, hubba, nom, nom, nom.

  “Will you stop obsessing?” my husband hisses in my ear.

  I shake my head, “Sorry, who are you? I’m too busy obsessing about Mr. Oiled perfection to pay attention.”

  “So you think he has a better body than me?”

  “No, but he’s forbidden… so it’s much more enticing than you are right now.”

  He scoffs and elbows me in the arm, causing me to spill my popcorn.

  Who cares about popcorn? Channing Tatum… hello!

  Got it libido, thanks for the commentary.

  “Look what you made me do.” I sigh and push the popcorn from my lap. “Oh my god, he’s back.”

  “Shhh,” someone hisses. The cinema is relatively empty, save for about five people.

  “Yes Maya, shhh,” James grumbles, his body shaking with silent laughter.

  “Not a chance, I think I might go hump the screen.”

  “You are vulgar. Seriously, I drew the short straw with you. Why can’t you be a normal wife?”

  “Sorry what was that? Channing is talking to me. You want me to get divorced Channing? And marry you! Oh, well, definitely,” I turn to James, my cheeky grin in place. “What was that about straws?”

  “I hate you.” He scowls playfully and kisses my nose. “Is my body seriously that defective?”

  “Hell no baby, your body is fucking golden. It’s just, I can look at that any time I want. Channing is my forbidden fruit.”

  “As long as he stays forbidden fruit.”

  “Yeah,” I giggle quietly. “Wouldn’t want to get kicked out of Eden. Eden being your bed baby. You being my god. Man Channing makes me horny. Will you spank me. Can I call you Channing?”

  “I’ll spank her if you don’t,” someone shouts from the front making me and his friends burst out laughing. James grunts and folds his arms across his chest, “You may not call me Channing.”

  “What about Damon?”

  “Who the fuck is Damon?”

  I snort and point at the screen, “his character’s name is Damon asswipe. Aren’t you watching?”

  “I’m trying but unfortunately my short straw won’t stop talking.”

  “I know! You can call me Elle.”

  “Who the fuck is Elle?” he sighs, half growling in exasperation but I can feel his body still shaking with laughter.

  “The girl he’s screwing. Will you shut up and watch and maybe you’ll understand it.”

  “Worst movie buddy ever,” he gripes and I laugh. “If it’s any consolation, next time I promise to be quiet.”

  He turns to look at me, I see his green eyes round with disbelief, practically glowing in the dim light. “I’d like you to be quiet now.”

  “And I’d like Channing to jump outta the screen and saddle up but we don’t all get what we want.”

  “Incorrigible. Damn,” he chuckles and pulls me into his side. “Now shut up and watch the damn movie before I shut you up.”

  “With your willy?”

  “Oh, now that sounds like a brilliant idea Maya.”

  “Elle, Elle, call me Elle.”

  He laughs and I decide to focus on the rest of the movie.

  “What the hell is this?” I wake to a male voice laced with disbelief. “Maya!”

  I peek open an eye and look at the poster I bought of Channing Tatum, stuck on the wall opposite my side of the bed. James is stood over me, his eyes furious.

  “I got it at the cinema. It was too good to pass up.”

  “What are you… fifteen? Posters of other men do not belong in our marital bedroom. Staring at our fucking bed.”

  “Fine,” I sigh and climb out of bed before heading into the living room. I hear him call me, asking where I’m going but I ignore him as I head to the study where the photo albums are kept. I pull a dark red leather bound book out and stark flicking through it. Grabbing the scissors I cut out the perfect sized eyes. I grab the glue, head back into our room where James is still stood staring at the offensive poster. “I’m back.” I grin and begin sticking the eyes to the poster. Once they’re on I turn to my husband. “There you go. Now only you can see our bed.”

  “Did you just stick my eyes…”

  “Yep.”

  “Are you crazy?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s not what I meant.”

  I yawn and climb into bed after placing the glue on the bedside table. “Yep.”

  “Little breaths James. Little breaths,” I hear him grumble as he slides in next to me. I don’t know why he doesn’t just rip the poster down. This must be his way of succumbing to my every whim for fucking up.

  I giggle a little and snuggle into his chest. “You called me crazy yet you’re talking to yourself.”

  “I’m soothing myself.” He grumbles like a petulant child but relaxes under my body.

  “Allow me,” I wag my eyebrows and wrap my hand around him. He tenses and his breath hitches before stopping completely. “Let me soothe you baby.”

  “Long straw, totally got the long straw.”

  I still feel bad for saying we should get a divorce and for being such a bitch since our engagement. If I wasn’t trying before I certainly am now. First thing this morning I called in a few favors with a few special acquaintances I have in the city. After finding out the name of the foster home James and his brother shared I now have the best people in the city working on finding his brother and other living relatives. I haven’t told him though, I don’t want him to think I’m meddling.

  It’s annoying as hell when you want to make someone other than yourself happy.

  So, its noon, and I’m stood outside my husband’s office three days after our lovemaking session holding a bag full of deli bagels and donuts and two coffees. I open the door, already knowing he’s alone, thanks to Carlson and smile at the shocked look on his face when he sees me. I hold up the brown paper deli bags and the coffees. He surprises me by grinning broadly and patting his lap.

  “I’ll call you back Smith,” he says into the phone and hangs up. “Well, isn’t this a surprise.”
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  I roll my eyes and place the food and drink onto the desk. “I just thought you might be hungry. You skipped breakfast.”

  “I’m starving,” he grins and pulls me onto his lap, his hand going straight for my breast. “What did you bring me?”

  I open the bag and hand him his bagel before opening my own, “its ham and cream cheese.”

  “My favorite.”

  “Your favorite is a McDonald’s bagel with sausage, egg and cheese.”

  “How do you know that?” he almost chokes on his bite. I resist the urge to roll my eyes again. “Because it’s my favorite too. And whenever my dad would get me one on the way to work he’d get you one too.”

  “So he did,” he grins and kisses my cheek before taking another bite. A tiny bit of cream cheese sits at the corner of his mouth. Without thinking I wipe it off with my thumb and suck my thumb into my mouth. His eyes become heated and intense, his hand tightens on my breast then he shocks me by doing nothing more than kissing my nose. It’s all sickly sweet and affectionate. What the hell has happened to us?

  I’d already asked myself that question just an hour before when I sat in my office obsessing over whether James was hungry, if he was too busy to get something proper to eat. Something is definitely wrong with me. I’m constantly concerned with James, James oh yeah, and JAMES!

  “You ok?” he asks, bucking his hips into my ass. “Need servicing?”

  I giggle and shake my head, “Not right now. I have so much to do. I have another ten minutes before I need to go back.”

  “We could do a lot in ten minutes.”

  “You are insatiable,” I mumble and twist in his lap so I’m straddling him. “Just looking at you turns me on.”

  He grins his goofy grin and bucks his hips again so his evident bulge presses against me. His mouth claims mine, he tastes of coffee and bagel, and it’s actually pretty nice. “I want you. Over my desk. Now.”

  I scramble from his lap and my phone begins to ring. With a sigh and an apologetic smile I check the caller and kiss James on the lips. “I have to go and take this. I’ll see you tonight?”

  “That you will.”

  I dash from his office and answer. “Hello.”

  “Hi Ms. Johnson, I’ve got some great news.”

  “Give me two minutes, I’m just getting into an elevator. I don’t want us to get cut off.”

  Phelps says ok and waits as I go to my office whilst making casual small talk. “Right, we’ve done some research into Lucas Jones, with the help from social services and the senator, I believe I’ve located three potential matches. I’m going to follow them, do a little digging. See which one is the most likely choice.”

  “That is fucking fantastic Phelps,” I half scream. “Sorry… I just… wow.”

  “Don’t get your hopes up, I’d hate for it to be wrong.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with a little hope Phelps. Thank you so much. I trust the payment cleared? Let me know if you need more.”

  “Certainly ma’am. I’ll call you as soon as I know more.”

  “Hey Phelps.”

  “Yes ma’am?”

  “Be as quick as possible ok. He’s waited long enough.” I say, overwhelmed by giddiness.

  “Of course.”

  I decide not to tell him yet, I want to be certain before I get his hopes up, because for some reason I care about him, a lot. It doesn’t take long for me to finish up, I have a couple of meetings with prospective new clients and have to oversee a couple of minor details where a new store is going up around the corner. Unfortunately I finish way before my husband. He takes on a bigger workload than me. I decide to speak with our interior designer and architect.

  “Hey Sophie,” I say with a warm smile. Sophie is a mid-fifties lady with impeccable taste in décor. She’s been an architect since she left college at the age of twenty. She designed my father’s home and our offices and a good portion of our stores. Don’t let her age fool you, she’s a firecracker with curly jet black hair and doesn’t look a day over forty five. “So, I was thinking my husband needs a bigger office.”

  “What did you have in mind?”

  “Well the conference rooms across from me, I was thinking we move them to the floor below, effectively getting rid of James’ office and moving it up here. Give him a different entrance so we aren’t constantly bumping into each other. I don’t know. I’ll let you work out the details.”

  Sophie chuckles and agrees to come in tomorrow to have a look and get the measurements up. I tell her he needs an attached bedroom and a better bathroom as he spends so much time at work. Another thing I have to look forward to. I tell her to keep it under wraps. Convert the office first so I can move him in as a surprise and then work on the downstairs.

  As soon as I hang up I get a text from Marie telling me to meet her at the bar around the corner. I’ve got a couple of hours before James gets home, why not.

  The bar we frequent is called Shades, it’s a nice little restaurant pub with friendly staff and a calming setting. As soon as I walk in the woman at the bar directs me to a private booth at the back. I smile and wave at a few of the locals and staff as I make my way through the rich red and gold restaurant to the back.

  “She’s here,” Marie says. I look up mid text and gasp. There, sat in the back of the booth is none other than Jacob Stone! “Looks like she’s pleased to see you.”

  “Shut up,” I giggle and hold my hand out. “Mr. Stone, what a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Likewise,” he grins showing perfect pearly whites and two cute dimples in his cheeks. He’s only three years older than myself and Marie, he has dark blonde hair, thick eyebrows and blue eyes so ocean like I could probably swim in them. And from what I’ve seen in magazines his body is rocking. Drool.

  Gimme, gimme!

  Settle down libido.

  Boring.

  Married.

  Exactly. Boring. I’d totally get a divorce just to screw this guy. I bet he knows how to work those plump lips.

  Married. Married.

  “Married,” I say out loud.

  “What was that?” he smiles looking confused.

  “Oh nothing,” I cover up my blunder and change the subject. “So, I hear you wanted to meet with me?”

  He grins and I melt. Damn my stupid ring. I find myself twisting it on my hand. “That I did,” his voice is like velvet to my ears. Like a sweet erotic melody. A voice I want to hear calling out my name.

  They get it.

  “I’ve been excited to meet you ever since I got this gig. I heard you created the shaving products yourself, fresh out of college?”

  I’m blushing, holy macaroni! “Yes, I did, it was my first ever creation.”

  “Yep, she was seeing this guy who kept getting awful shaving rash so she solved that problem,” Marie grins proudly. Why isn’t she trying to screw him? He’s totally up her alley. “She’s a chemical genius.”

  I smile at my best friend affectionately and order a drink when the waiter comes over. “I’m extremely honored that you trust my own product and want to represent it as well.”

  “Not at all,” he waves me off with his hand and shoots me with a cheeky grin. “I must admit, I’ve heard of you but when I was told about you, science geek, great with computers, works her ass off, parties hard. No known boyfriends until sudden marriage I half expected to meet a…”

  “Small chubby girl with glasses and greasy hair?” I giggle and he nods sheepishly. “Yeah I get that a lot.”

  “That she does,” Marie smirks and winks at me again. Does she have a tick in her eye? What’s with the winking? “So, how long are you in town?”

  “Until the commercial is finished. So approximately a week.”

  “That’s great, I usually oversee any advertisements myself. So I should see you there,” I smile and notice how his thigh is barely grazing mine. “So how do you and Marie know each other?”

  He tells me how she called him four nights ago and insis
ted she introduce him to me. Why you ask? He has no more of an idea than I do of what goes through my friends mind. Marie just shrugs and says it’s a perfect excuse to meet her favorite celeb. We leave it at that.

  We make small talk and share cheesy fries. He asks me about my life, I ask him about his. He’s incredibly funny and charming and laughs with the rest of us. A few times people come over to ask for his autograph, he obviously gives them one, even takes a few pictures. The man is gorgeous, funny, sexy, and sweet, he keeps absently playing with my hair. I need to leave before I do something stupid.

  “Shit,” I scowl at my platinum, diamond studded watch, “It’s almost midnight. My phones dead. James is going to kill me!”

  Marie snorts and downs her drink, “Come on. I’ll give you a ride.”

  “I’m sorry,” I say to Jacob as we stand to leave. “I was having so much fun I lost track…”

  “Don’t apologize to me, I had a great time.” He grins and leads me out of the restaurant with a hand on the small of my back. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “You too,” I grin as he kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll see you this week.”

  “I’ll call you, we should go for lunch.”

  I nod, quickly giving him my number and wave him off as he climbs into a waiting car. Then I follow Marie back to hers.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  “James is going to go ape shit,” I grumble as we pull out onto the street. “Seriously, seriously, ape shit.”

  “Yup,” she giggles and flips off a honking driver. She’s crazy on the road, it freaks me out. Now I’m hoping she’ll crash so I have an excuse for being late, which is ridiculous. “So, isn’t he amazing?”

  “Yes, which brings me to my next question… why did you want him to meet me so badly?”

  She shrugs and clears her throat. A nervous tick she has so I know she’s concocting something in that devious mind of hers. “He likes you. I wanted to see who he reacted better to tonight. I hate that when I get a date and they end up fancying my friends more.”