STORY EXCERPT

"Damn it, Madeline, I said no." I thrust my hand through my sandy blond hair, ruffling the ends until they stood on end. "I already sent you your alimony check for this month. I am not sending another one."

I shouldn't have had to send a check in the first place. Madeline has been the one to betray our marriage vows, not me. But one sympathetic judge who bought her crocodile tears and I was stuck sending my ex-wife a fifteen-thousand dollar check every thirty days for the next eighteen months.

"I don't need much, Andrew. Twenty-thousand should do it. I know you have it."

Of course, I fucking had it. I worked for three billionaires who paid their employees very well. That didn't mean I was going to send my ex-wife one more red cent than I had to.

"I've already sent you your alimony check this month, Madeline," I explained again. The woman seriously needed to learn to live within her means. "If you've spent that—"

"Oh, it's not that at all, darling. A bunch of us are headed down to Aruba for the weekend and I need a few things for the trip."

"Maybe you should ask Darren. You remember him, don't you? The guy you were fucking in our bed while we were married? If you don't, I'd be happy to send you the pictures my private investigator took of the two of you. They are very...enlightening."

Too bad I hadn't gotten those pictures until after the divorce decree had been signed and filed with the courts. I doubted we'd be having this conversation if I had. They were very graphic—and extremely kinky—pictures. I never would have pictured my ex-wife being into bondage.

"Really, Andrew." Madeline huffed. "It's just twenty-thousand dollars. It's not like you need the money. You make that up in just a few hours working for your bosses."

"That's not the point, Madeline."

"How about fifteen thousand then?"

"Madeline—"

"I need to get my hair done, Andrew, and I need to pick up a few things for my trip. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."

I shook my head in disbelief. What I and Madeline considered important were two vastly different things. I wished I'd seen the money-grubbing side of my ex-wife before I married her. Maybe I wouldn't be in this mess.

"Madeline, I am not sending you any additional money. If you can't live off of what I send you every month, I suggest you get a job." She hadn't had one the entire time we'd been married unless shopping and sleeping around were considered a business, and then she'd be the CEO.

"Andrew, I need that money!"

"Not my problem, Madeline." It hadn't been my problem since the moment the ink was dry on our divorce papers. "I think from now on, all communication between us should go through our lawyers."

I chuckled as heard Madeline's loud shriek as I hung up on her. "Damn, that felt good."

Of course, the phone immediately started ringing. I glanced at the screen and then blocked Madeline's number. She could keep calling all day long. That did not mean I had to accept the call.

I picked up the phone again and dialed my divorce attorney. I was an attorney himself, but it was never a good idea for someone to represent themselves. Besides, I had an exclusive contract with Silver Spoons Inc., and taking care of personal cases wasn't part of my job description.

I also didn't do divorce cases. I hated them. I hated being divorced, but I hated being married to Madeline even more. The novelty of being married to such a beautiful woman had worn off in the first six months of our five-year marriage.

Hell, we hadn't even been sleeping together the last three years of our marriage, and we hadn't lived together the last year.

Truthfully, I was just thankful it was over, divorce nor not. This would be a lesson I would never forget learning. Someone once said that money corrupted even the most innocent of souls, and I believed it. It destroyed marriages.

"Arnold, this is Andrew Lancaster," I said once my attorney picked up his direct line. For what I was paying him, he'd better pick up. "I just got off the phone with Madeline. She was trying to get me to send her twenty-thousand dollars. She said she needed to pick up a few things for her trip to Aruba she's taking with her friends."

"Did you get it on tape?"

I rolled my eyes. I might not be a divorce attorney, but I wasn't stupid. "Of course I did." I sat down in front of my laptop and opened up my email. "I'm sending you the audio file right now."

"I'll add them to the others."

There were a lot of them.

"I told her that any further communication between us needed to go through you and then I blocked her number."

"That's probably a good idea," Arnold replied. "You know this is going to get nasty before it's over, don't you?"

My shoulders slumped as the weight of the months since my divorce was final pushed down on me. "Yes, I know. If I thought she'd go away if I just gave her a payout, I'd do it, but she won't. She's going to keep coming back until she bleeds me dry."

That seemed to be all Madeline cared about. Money. She certainly hadn't cared about me.

"Which is why we need these recordings. Between the pictures the private investigator you hired took, the audiotapes of her demanding more money, and her documented spending habits, we're going to be able to go before the judge pretty soon and get her off your back."

I certainly hoped so. I was so ready for this to be over.

"If you need any more from the Zhukov brothers, let me know. They said they'd help me any way they could."

"We're good right now, but if that changes, I'll let you know."

"Thank you, Arnold."

"Call me if Madeline tries to contact you again."

"I will." I wanted everything documented. The next time I went before a judge over my divorce, I wasn't going to let them be hoodwinked by some crocodile tears and a pretty smile. I'd have evidence to back up my insistence that Madeline was an unfaithful, money grubby bitch.

I hung up the phone and then pushed my hand through my hair again. At this rate, I'd be bald by the end of the week. The stress was unbelievable.

I had way too much to do to deal with this right now. All three of my bosses had gotten married over the last year and one of them now had a kid. Between changing wills and creating trust funds, I'd been up to my ears in paperwork and court filings for months.

I just wanted a break for a little while.

A couple of hours.

Was that too much to ask?

ADULT EXCERPT

"You are very handsome."

I squeezed my eyes shut as Andrew's deep voice rumbled right down my body and wrapped around my cock, bringing it to full attention. Oh god, I might be able to come just from that alone.

I opened my eyes when I felt a finger tug on a loose tendril of hair on my cheek. I didn't know what to say to him. When Andrew's fingers slid sensually over my bare arm I knew I was lost. I wanted him.

It was as simple as that.

Andrew's large wonderful hands stroked down my back. I pushed into him and let a low achy groan fall from my lips. His hands felt so damn good against my skin. I could feel a fire start burning inside of me everywhere that he touched.

When Andrew trailed his fingers under the edge of my boy shorts and down between my ass cheeks, I groaned and wiggled back, trying to impale myself on his thick digits. I could feel my nerve endings come to life and start to throb.

"Can we take these off?" Andrew asked as he tugged at my boy shorts.

I couldn't scramble out of them fast enough.

When Andrew pulled me back against the full length of his body, I realized he'd gotten rid of his boxers as well. I was pressed up against hot, naked male.

I was in heaven.

"Are we going to do this?" Andrew asked. "I don't want you to feel as if you—"

I covered his lips with my hand. "Just kiss me, Andrew."

Andrew chuckled before leaning in to claim my lips. If his kiss was anything to go by, I was going to really enjoy the rest of what he had planned. The man kissed as if he was made just for that alone.

I didn't even mind the mustache.

I felt as if my entire body was primed just for this man, coming awake at the lightest touch. When he reached over and grabbed something from his nightstand, I didn't realize I was a bottle of lube and condom until he popped the lid on the lube.

"It's been a little while, but I think I remember how to do this."

I groaned when Andrew's slick finger slid into my ass.

Oh yes, he remembered.

"God, you're so tight, baby."

"Been awhile for me, too." Not as long as Andrew, but still awhile. I didn't tend to trust a lot of people with my body. I was a prize and I knew it. Any man would be lucky to have me so I was pretty picky.

By the time he sat back to slide the condom on, I was on the verge of going out of my mind. My body had a mind of its own. I had no control over it.

Andrew rolled me over onto my back and covered me with his larger body. All I could do was spread my legs and wrap them around his waist.

A small whimper escaped my lips as Andrew thrust his cock into my ass, filling me to the brim in one powerful thrust. I expected pain, and there was a light twinge, but then I knew my body was out of my control when it accepted the man as if I had been stretched and prepared just for him.

All I could do was lie there and stare up at Andrew's intense gaze as he pounded into me at a ferocious pace. I couldn't even move when he slid his arms under my legs and tilted my ass up into the air. I felt paralyzed by the pleasure rocking through my body.

I could barely breathe.

"Come."

The simple command tore through me like a freight train. My body convulsed as the pleasure the man was giving me exploded by that one simple word. A breathless cry fell from my lips and my head dug back into the pillow behind me. I felt my cum shoot up through my over sensitized cock and splatter all over my chest.

I think some landed on my chin.

I didn't care.

My body wasn't my own and I didn't care about that either. If this man could bring this much ecstasy to my body with just a simple word, he could have it.

I could feel my chest rise and fall as I panted through my fading orgasm. I felt languid, lazy. I felt great.

I felt even better when I heard the man above me suddenly roar as his body stilled over the top of mine. Pulse after pulse of cum filled my ass as Andrew came.

I couldn't keep the grin off my face when he slumped against me. "For someone who hasn't done that in awhile, you sure know what you're doing."

Andrew chuckled as he pulled out of me, pulled the condom off and dropped it in the waste basket next to the bed. He grabbed some wipes from the nightstand drawer and cleaned me up—which was a really nice touch—and then drew me into his arms.

"I guess it's like riding a bicycle."