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  Expert Tease

  Happy Ending Resort Series

  Book 12

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  Copyright © 2017 Lola Kyle

  Editing: Quirky Words Publishing ltd.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Dedication

  For Alisha, Jade and Shaylene. Without you,

  I wouldn’t be here. Thank you for keeping me going when I felt like giving up.

  For Kelly because when I need you, you’re always there.

  For my niece, Crystal; this is all for you

  babygirl.

  To you the readers, thank you for supporting me.

  MAYE

  He hasn’t touched me in forever; I think to myself. After thirteen years of marriage, I expected that there would be a drought at some point, but right now it was time for the rain to fall and I was so ready to get wet. Reaching over, I run my hands over his legs, making my way to his crotch. Excitement and fear of rejection sends all the blood rushing to my core as my fingers brush lightly against his still sleeping member.

  Startled, Blake pushes my hands away and stares at me in disgust. The shame that fills me hits me unexpectedly, and I recoil. Looking at him questioningly, confused at the rejection.

  “Why must I feel shame for wanting to enjoy my marital bed, Blake?” I ask; Tears filling my eyes, begging for an answer. “What is it that I have done, that you no longer desire me?” The sneer gracing his lips proves to me that I am treading on thin ground. Standing quickly, I rid myself of my clothes and stand before him. “Look at me!” I plead, growing even more desperate with each tear that spills over my water line. “Not an ounce of fat on me, but you still won’t touch me!”

  All the anger that warred inside me didn’t prepare me for the words that came out of my husband’s mouth.

  “You really want to know why?” He says, finally looking at me; “Look at you. Your hair no longer shines, your smell is no longer sexy. You’ve let yourself go. No matter that you aren’t fat. You’ve stopped trying. When was the last time you did your hair? Or your nails?”

  “What? Are you serious?” My voice becomes shrill with indignation, sending me spiraling to that breaking point.

  “Take your nose out those books you love so much and take a page out of their books. You want me to fuck you again. Then make a fucking effort! For god’s sake, put your fucking clothes back on. I can’t stand to look at you!”

  Just like that he made me feel small again, what he said the equivalent of a cold-water bath on my naked skin. The tears just kept flowing while I picked the discarded clothing from my living room floor. No amount of self-love would make this better. I couldn’t get his voice out of my head. All I could hear was the venom and cruelty of those words seeping into my pores and getting under my skin as I took the walk of shame to our shared bedroom.

  The volume on the television rose, and I just lost it. Falling to pieces on the bedroom floor, a part of me dying and dissolving into dust. The reflection that caught my eyes from the standing mirror in the corner wasn’t something to be proud of, and I couldn’t help but stare at myself. Seeing what he saw, I hated it! Sobs racked my body, as I curled into myself to muffle the sounds coming out of me. This felt like dying. Though the feeling of the cold floor beneath my cheek comforted me, I needed to get up, pull myself together and pretend to be happy for book club.

  Shuddering slightly, I look at the face staring back at me, trying to convince myself to put this all behind me I go to the bathroom tossing the clothes into the hamper and prepared myself a soothing bath. To act the part, I had to believe it, and nothing felt better than a warm bath infused with the citrusy goodness of my bath bomb.

  Stepping into the tub felt like a breath of fresh air, the warm water caressing my skin like a lover cocooning my ankle in its warmth while I Submerged myself totally; a wave of calm envelopes me and I breathe again. Finally. Needing this more than anything else right now, sighing as feelings of contentment and reassurance flows through me. He was right. It had been too long since I last pampered myself. Covered in bubbles, my earlier frustrations disappearing as my carnal needs resurfaced, beckoning me to sate my still raging libido.

  Trailing my fingers down the silky skin of my breast. A thrill runs through me as I slide further into the water to find a comfortable spot, my nipples plump and ready to be played with. Tilting my head back I find bliss in twisting and squeezing my erect buds causing pleasure to ricochet throughout my core. I needed this. My hands slowly moving lower, leaving gooseflesh in its path. Desire and intimacy that I rarely experience anymore, heightens, unexpectedly coaxing moans from my lips as I savor the feelings I’ve missed. Slowly circling, rubbing and gently massaging my clit. I gasp, fueling my arousal, my body urging me to continue. Wanting more, I slip my fingers inside my slick folds and my back arches at the touch. It doesn’t take me long to climax and I start fingering myself faster, rocking my hips to meet each thrust of my hand. Water splashes from the tub and I close my eyes at the sound it makes, so erotic. Wet like two bodies in the heat of the moment, pushing me over the edge and I cum, fast and hard. Trembling at the tightness in my chest, the feeling of my limbs turning to jelly in the water. I needed this.

  Almost falling asleep in my bliss, the sound of my phone ringing cuts through the fog, and I quickly rinse before leaving the bathroom. The illuminated screen reminds me of the time. Shit… I was going to be late for book club.

  My phone rings and rudely interrupts my sing along, answering as Carlotta’s voice slips through the audio. “Maye darling! Would you be a dear and pick up some cookies from Linda’s Deli on the way here? Ana’s having her cravings again, and she must have those chocolate chip, marshmallow cookies or you know we’ll never get anywhere this afternoon.” Rolling my eyes, I agree and make an illegal U-turn heading back to Linda’s bakery on the edge of town.

  The drizzling rain delayed my entrance into the store, deciding to make a run for it, I accidentally run into someone trying to escape the torrents of rain currently falling harder.

  “Great! Now I’ll be late for my meeting!” She exclaims, looking at the mess I had created.

  Trying to clean the muffin crumbs of her suit, muttering more to herself than to me. “Look where you’re going next time; my Blazer is ruined!”

  Oh boy, she sounded pissed.

  “Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry. We look the same size, here take my cardigan.” Taking my jacket off and shoving it in her direction. Staring at me like I had two heads, I stuttered, saying the first thing that came to mind. “It’s black. Uh… It’ll match with your blue slacks...” It was so uncomfortable. The awkward silence that drew on as we shifted to allow pedestrians to pass, if she didn’t say something soon, I might give her the shirt off my back as well. “I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for your dry cleaning. I can give you my number, and you can use my jacket, and you can make your meeting.” I say fumbling for the words which evade me.

  Folding my arm
s across my stomach, I wither under her intense gaze. I wasn’t sure if the chill that took over was because of her penetrating scowl or because I was in a tank top after getting caught in the rain. My voice grows smaller, my plea for her to say something barely be heard “Please take the jacket and my number. Allow me to make this right.”

  Shrugging out of her jacket, she takes the phone out and unlocks it, handing me her coffee stained blazer and mobile.

  “You can keep your cardigan. It won’t fit.” She says shrugging.

  “What do you mean it won’t fit? We’re practically built the same.”

  Looking down to see what exactly she was gesturing to with her hands. I blushed. My cheeks flushing at the intense way she looked at me. Unsure if she was chastising me for having large breast or if she was just as flustered as I was by hinting about my lady parts in public. The wind and the rain combination sent a chill through me; my nipples perking up at the draft blowing against my exposed skin. Shifting nervously, I fold my arms to hide my now erect nipples from showing through the thin material of my tank top and find my voice again.

  “You never gave me your name.” My eyes met hers as she licked her lips and handed me a business card.

  “Call me when my jacket is ready.” She walks away and I stand there shocked at the apparent dismissal when she looks over her shoulder she yells back “Oh and by the way you owe me coffee!”

  The name Jade Thomas greets me in an elaborate green script, embossed on a black card finishing it off with gold filigree. Looking at the card, you could clearly see she was someone of importance, but between the fact that my phone was ringing and being certain that it was Carlotta calling to add something else to my list, I had no time to think about it.

  Carlotta’s brow furrows at my uncharacteristic silence.

  “What’s the matter, darling? Cat got your tongue?” she said; smiling at her running joke for teasing Blake and me for having cats instead of children.

  “I think we should give Ana a minute to get her wits about her. You do realize she’s crying, right?”

  A hiccupping Ana, wipes her nose and looks at me.

  Sipping her iced tea, Carlotta barely looked at her, “You alright sweetheart?”

  Moving closer to her chair. I run my hands across Ana’s back and try to comfort her the best way I can. “There, there. It’s just the hormones.”

  “No, it’s not just the hormones. Nick hasn’t had sex with me lately. I think I’m too fat or something!”

  Knowing all too well the dilemma, I try to comfort her some more. “Maybe he doesn’t want to hurt the baby Nana.” I say; she looks up at me as I continue with my words of encouragement. “You know how long y’all have been trying to get pregnant.”

  Cutting me off before I could continue Carlotta takes the lead again.

  “I’m not trying to be mean darling, but if you could cut back on the Girl Scout cookies and maybe join the pregnant Pilates class down at the resort.” Pausing she adds, “You know, the one Liz joined last year when she was pregnant with the twins.”

  Rendered speechless, my jaw drops at Carlotta’s callousness.

  Always the peacemaker, Liz’s eyes widened at Carlotta’s words “Drinks anyone?”

  “Omg Lottie why you always gotta be a bitch?”

  Ana’s voice rings out loudly in the now silent room. The usually timid girl, finally speaking up for herself. Never mind the fact that she had to get pregnant to grow some balls, but good on her. My eyes meets Liz’s and we do the freaky twin thing that happens every once in a while when we agree on something. Though this time, I think we agreed on three things. A, Carlotta is a bitch, and we’re not sure why we’re friends with her. B, Ana was finally growing up and we were proud of her and C we needed to show an act of solidarity to boost her spirits. Unsure how to approach the subject Liz titled her head at me. Motioning me to say my idea, taking a breath and turning towards Ana after sending a glare Carlotta’s way.

  “Nana, we can all go to the Pilates class with you? I think I could use a little more flexibility.” A nod from Liz shows her support for my idea; Carlotta as always had to be the bearer of bad news and my smile falters.

  “Now don’t get me wrong. I’m all for group bonding. Rah-Rah Sisterhood of the traveling book and all of that but there is no way in hell I’m going to a pregnant pilates class.”

  “Seriously Carlotta, you can’t do this one thing for us?” I ask, quirking my brow imitating her signature move.

  “Maybe Carlotta’s right, we don’t have to go to pregnant pilates.” Liz powers on before I could chew her out.

  “Trust me, Nana, all it’ll do is make you feel worse. You wanna feel sexy again? I was thinking about signing up for this Strip Tease class I saw being advertised near that bakery on the way back to town.” Looking around she continues, “It’ll be fun, it’s totally inexpensive, and I think it’ll make you feel sexy. You could even do your sexy dance for Nick. I bet that’ll shake things up, babe. If not then you could just 50 shades of pregnant his ass and tie him up and ride his face into the sunset.”

  A snort erupts from Ana’s mouth, and I couldn’t help but join in with her laughter; so rich and full of mirth. She deserved to be happy, and I think I did too. I’ve always been good to my husband, maybe it was time he gave me a baby.

  Taking control again, Carlotta says “Alright girls. I don’t think we’ll finish Until You unless we read it.” Looking towards Ana from the Corner of her eyes, she asked: “You think you can get through the final chapters without crying tonight?” It wasn’t the nicest thing she could say, but it was super sweet by Carlotta’s standards.

  Jade

  “Move it buster! The light’s green. Are you waiting for a royal pardon?” Yelling as I press on the horn on my Ford Ranger. Not only was I stuck in traffic, but I was also going to walk into my meeting late and smelling like coffee. I didn’t have road rage or anything but a town as small as Endings South Carolina was sure to drive me insane with way too many cars and not enough roads. I liked it here. Scratch that. I loved it here and when I came for Murphy and Hunter’s wedding last year, I fell for the small-town charm. As a business consultant, I was mobile ninety percent of the time. So, giving up my empty house in the hustle and bustle of Pittsburgh and moving into a cabin at the Happy Endings Resort was an easy decision.

  My phone chirps and answering immediately I knew my personal assistant wouldn’t be pleased. “Talk to me Ashley, are they unhappy?”

  “Well, I’m not saying that they are unhappy butttt,” she says. After a brief pause she goes on, “If you weren’t highly recommended I think you would have gotten the boot.”

  “I’m like three minutes away babe. I had a fucking shit evening, and I hope you have the extra blazer for me like I asked.” barely hearing a word she says, my mind drifts back to the leggy blonde who ran into me.

  The way her green eyes shone earnestly, or how she bit her lips and suffered from severe word vomit. It was adorable and somewhat sexy when she became flustered. Oh, my god! What is wrong with me. Here I was late for one of the biggest contracts I would land this year, and I was thinking about the way her nipples perked up as the wind softly kissed her exposed skin. I was clearly going too long without some action. I think once the contract is signed. I’ll take Ashley out, and we’ll celebrate. Maybe I would get lucky.

  “Jade, did you hear me?” Ashley asked. Her voice shrill with panic. The way she always gets when I’m cutting it a little too close for comfort.

  “I’m pulling in you worrywart. Meet me outside.”

  Seeing Ashley waving at me frantically from a parking spot next to her blue Honda Civic, I pull in.

  “Were you standing in that parking spot this entire time?” I ask, laughter bubbling just under the surface.

  “Of course, do you know how hard it is to find a parking spot at Terri’s on a We
dnesday? It’s really fucking hard, and you’d have been circling for hours just waiting. Not that you’d know. You never go out anymore.” She said. A frown graces her lips before she hurries on “But enough of that, here put this on and hurry. I don’t think Mr. Lee-Sing is happy.”

  Sighing, I stood putting the blazer on and heading towards the building. Mr. Lee-Sing was one of those millionaires who considered his time as money. He also had an ego the size of Texas and demanded to be treated as though he were immortal, making sure he was seated first and never to call him by his first name, unlike most of my clients.

  “Mr. Lee-Sing, how are you?” greeting him as he stand “My apologies for being late.” I say bowing to him in formal Chinese tradition. Oh, did I mention he never shook hands of people who worked for him? Yea total hard ass.

  “Now Miss Thomas, you know time is valuable to me. You should have been on time.” He scolded. “I’m taking five percent off your final fee. Had you been on time you would have been paid in full.”

  The mask I rarely had to use anymore sat firmly in place as I watched this hunched, wrinkly old man try to boss me around when he apparently needed my services. I counted the liver spots that peppered his face as a method of calming myself. He’s unaware of what he just did. He just added ten percent to his final fee. Gosh I hate bossy people, I was already too close to the edge, and I was starving, this was going to be a long meeting.

  For some reason, I was distracted by the leggy blonde. Her lips we so full, it was like it beckoned be to kiss her.

  “Miss Thomas?” he asked. “Did you hear me?”

  Fuck I really needed to get laid if one woman would distract me so much. “I’m sorry what was that?” I said looking down at my iPad.

  Folding his napkin, he placed his hands on the table “If my sons weren’t hell bent on hiring you, I’d have taken my business elsewhere.” He paused signaling the waitress to call for the bill “Have your proposal ready by noon, Tuesday.” Straightening his lapel, he stood and walking away.