Then he flipped us over, so that I was seated on him and lifted his ass in the air. I was spread eagle on him and airborne. I rubbed myself against his hard cock and he circled us in the air. He was so damn strong. I could feel every muscle in his fine ass tensing. He rolled his hips into me as I rode him. I felt myself getting close when he took his hands, held me by the waist and flipped me so that I landed on my back with his cock still inside me. I began to giggle at that move. Then he pounded hard into me and I couldn’t hold on anymore. His cock rubbed my clit, and I could feel the friction of his balls smacking into me and I just let go calling his name.

***

Back in my apartment I did a quick job of tidying up a bit then I gathered the laundry in search of a washing machine. Clearly a place as extravagant as this apartment would have a laundry room. After searching for a few minutes I found a large room with a fancy stainless steel washing machine and dryer, score. Only my luck, they were computerized and it took me a little too long to figure it out.

As I made my way into the kitchen, my eyes landed on the fancy espresso machine sitting on the counter. I hoped it worked because after our late night last night, I would need a double to zap me completely awake. After a few minutes of fidgeting with the machine I had myself a delicious latte.

I was glad Luc had let go of his fear of being alone with me. I was also glad that he had chosen to trust me, even though on the inside I still felt scared and sometimes like right then, I wanted to run away and find my next fix to numb my pain. I knew it didn’t make sense because things were going well, but it was exactly the 'going well' part that scared me the most. I was scared to feel, I was scared of falling too hard. I kept on having these visions in my mind of falling to my knees and crying hysterically because I had lost him. I knew it was my anxiety working me over, but I also knew there were no guarantees in life.

Luc’s family was mafia. I was surprised they let him leave the family business. Usually in those scenarios it’s more of a until death do us part. Every time I kissed his abdomen or my tongue ran along the scar left from the bullet, my heart ached for him.

My mind then drift to Nessa, I wondered if she was alone in her room or if Brad spent the night. I hoped she wouldn’t bring a random stranger back here. I quickly showered and got dressed. I wasn’t planning on working in a professional office, so the clothes I brought along weren’t business casual. I put on a pair of black dress pants and a teal colored tank top that was a silky material and once again I wore my Jimmy Choo lace ups. As I tied them up, visions of Luc fucking me with my shoes flailing in the air came to mind.

I sauntered back out to the espresso machine for another coffee. I think it may have been my favorite thing in this apartment apart from the multi-jet shower. The apartment was beautiful and spacious, but it was not like I needed this much space. As I pressed the button for my single shot latte, a man cleared his throat behind me.

I turned around and flinched. “Shit, Brad, you scared the crap out of me,” I said, holding my hand to my chest.

“Sorry, cuz, I was headed for that machine too. It makes the best coffees, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, you’ve lived in this apartment too?” I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Yeah, after I came back from college a few years back, I stayed here for a short while before I got my own place,” he explained.

I had figured after the way that he and Nessa were flirting last night that they might hook up, but I didn’t feel like I knew him all that well to inquire.

“So do you work at Tyson too?” I asked looking for a topic of conversation. The situation was a little awkward. Yes, he was a cousin, but I just met him, and he was in my kitchen with his shirt left wide open, discussing random things with me after he spent the night with my best friend.

“No, I don’t. Uncle Bryce had wanted me to work there and tried to groom me to take over one day since both of his sons showed no interest, but I kept on screwing up and we became estranged for a while. I got into real estate and I am a developer. I’m happy with that, I don’t feel the need to control the empire. I do well enough on my own,” he grinned widely, showing off perfectly white sparkling teeth. He looked like an Abercrombie model. No wonder Nessa couldn’t resist him.

“Look, I hate to leave your friend before she wakes up,” he began to explain in a fluster, probably because he’s a womanizer and admitting these things to your cousin was inappropriate. “I will leave her my number on the counter, tell her to call me,” he said sheepishly.

“No worries, Brad, Nessa is not exactly the settling down type,” I began to explain.

“Oh, I know, she told me, the shit she’s into sounds awesome,” he said excitedly, causing my mouth to drop open. I couldn’t believe she told him that shit; he was my cousin for goodness sakes. “Get that look off your face, Vick, I’m far from a saint,” he said with his blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Oh, I’m sure about that,” I said, blowing out a breath.

“Anyway, she said you are getting tight with Luc, which is cool. So we don’t have to worry about bumping into each other and things getting awkward,” he said buttoning up his shirt.

A moment later, Luc came through the door looking intense and serious in a dark grey suit. “You’re lucky you are her cousin.” He smirked to Brad.

“No shit.” Brad smacked him across the chest. Then he walked over to the espresso machine and took one of the to-go cups and hit a button. When his coffee was ready, he put it to his mouth and closed his eyes savoring the taste.

“Okay guys, got to run, catch you later,” he said, grabbing his sport jacket from my couch and walking out the door.

Luc rolled his eyes at me. “You should warn your friend,” he said sarcastically with a hint of humor.

“I think she can handle him,” I reassured him.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked, as his eyes roamed my body from the chest down.

“Yeah, let’s go,” I said, holding onto my coffee. I grabbed my purse and Luc placed his hand at the small of my back as we left the apartment.

***

Later at work Nessa sent me a text message about what an animal Brad was in bed. I reassured her that I would do just fine without the gory details, reminding her that he is my family. Luc had stuck to his word stealing small glances and carefully touching me when no one was looking. It was almost as if we were playing a little game at work of boss and helper. The truth was I liked the idea of him bossing me around, at least in bed I did.

I was happy when Bryce finally stopped by my office today with an apologetic look on his face and he stayed for lunch. He had lots of questions to ask me about my childhood and what intrigued me about engineering. I began to think that maybe Luc was right and I should give him a chance.

My first week at Tyson went by and Luc and I easily fell into a routine of boss and employee by day and hungry lovers by night. Nessa found a job waitressing at a local deli by day, and using the same contact I had used when first arriving to New York, she began to take Brad to the sex parties, by night. Apparently he was totally into it and they spent part of the time screwing each other before they moved on to other partners. He had told Nessa that she was his dream girl since she didn’t subscribe to monogamy.

She also told me that they grew up similarly, going to private schools and boarding schools in Europe, and that they both spent their childhoods feeling alone. By the time they hit their adolescent years they were both rebellious fuck ups. It made me wonder if they realized how much they had in common or if these were only funny stories they shared.