“She hasn’t been answering my emails, and I don’t have any other way to get in touch with her. I thought about trying to get in touch with the admins of the group, but I highly doubt they’ll give me her personal information.”
“I’m sure everything’s fine. Just give her some time. If you don’t hear from her soon, I’ll see what I can do.”
Her shoulders sag, and she smiles in relief. “You’re a good man, Judge. Thank you.”
I grunt and take another chug of my beer.
She takes a quick sip of her wine, sets it down, and walks over to me. As she moves her hands to my chest, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to me. I lean back against the counter with her wedged between my thighs and her bottom half plastered to mine.
As I stretch my head down, she reaches up until our lips meet. She tastes sweet, like the wine she just drank.
“Mmm…,” she moans. “I’m glad you’re here.”
My tongue darts out and licks across her bottom lip. “Me too,” I whisper.
I tug her bottom lip between my teeth, then slip my tongue inside her mouth for a better taste. It’s been two weeks since I’ve had Layla. I’ve missed her. I always do. Just like I miss the other two when I’m not with them.
Come next Monday, I’ll be staying with Jamie for a week. The week after that, I’ll be with Gillian. I’ll repeat the same schedule the week after that.
Yes, I have three mistresses. No, I don’t give a fuck if people care or not. It’s a system that works for all four of us. I care about all three women. I’d give my life to protect them. I even love them. Just not in the forever kind of way. They don’t love me that way either. They each know of the others, and they’re even close friends. I treat them with the respect they deserve, and I give 100 percent of myself to the one I’m with that week, in mind and body.
They each have a house of their own with their name on the deed. One I’ve provided for them and one they’ll keep if our arrangement comes to an end. They have jobs they enjoy, not because they have to work—I would happily provide for them if they chose to stay home—but they’re independent and choose to work. They don’t wait on me hand and foot. Yes, they enjoy cooking for me, but I return the favor by cooking for them some nights too. In almost every sense of the word, we act as happily married couples do.
My only hard limit is children. It’s not that I don’t like kids, I just have no intentions of settling down. I like the arrangement I have with Layla, Jamie, and Gillian, but I know it wouldn’t be a good idea to bring a child into that kind of life.
My cock hardens beneath my slacks, and I grind it against Layla. Her nails bite into the flesh of my pecs. Breaking our kiss, I grab her waist, hoist her up, spin around, and set her on the counter. Her legs open, and I step between them.
“How long before the food is done?”
Her legs lock around my waist and I’m tugged closer until her tits press against my chest. My hands rest on the counter on either side of her.
“A couple of minutes,” she answers throatily. “Are you hungry?”
Layla’s a beautiful woman. Shoulder-length blonde hair, wide light-brown eyes, olive complexion, nice sized tits, and a round ass. She’s also highly sexual.
“Hungry, yes,” I answer. “For food, not so much.”
Her breath fans across my lips when she giggles. “Give me a minute to turn the stove off and put a lid on the pot. Meet you in the shower.”
I nip her lip once before stepping back and helping her down from the counter. My gaze lingers on her ass, clad in a pair of tight jeans, before heading toward the stairs, working on the buttons of my shirt as I go.
Chapter Two
JUDGE
I LOOK UP FROM MY COMPUTER when Beverly pops her head inside my doorway.
“There’s a woman here to see you. She says it’s important.”
“She give a name?”
“No.” She takes a couple of steps into the room and lowers her voice. “But I’ve never seen her before, and she seems kind of agitated.”
I lift a brow and wait for her to elaborate.
“She appeared bothered when I told her I had to see if you were available.”
“Hmm….” I gently close the lid to my laptop and push it to the side. “Send her in.”