So Many Reasons Why (13 page)

“Thanks.” She took the mug I held out to her with a smile. A
perfectly white smile complete with dimples. “Emma. This must be really strange
for you. I promise I am not in the habit of putting my nose into Simon’s
relationships.” I couldn’t help but smile back. She was a really easy person to
get along with.

“I’m sorry if I seem a little stand offish. You are right,
this is a little strange, but I am glad you came. It really is nice to finally
meet you.” I followed Claire over to the sofa. She leaned down and kissed
Maddie’s forehead, then sat down.  “She is such a sweet girl.” I said,
nodding toward Maddie.

“She is. Sometimes she knows it too.” Claire agreed. We
spent the next little while chatting about Maddie, Claire’s work, my studies,
and Simon. Glancing at the clock, I was surprised to see it was past 11
o’clock. We had been chatting for over an hour.

“Wow, I am so sorry. I really am keeping you up, aren’t I?”
Claire declared, gathering Maddie in her arms.

“I guess time flies.” I smiled. “It was great meeting you.
Maybe we can do it again.”

Claire looked at me, clearly surprised. She gave me a warm
smile.

“I’d really enjoy that Emma.”

After Claire and Maddie had left, I texted Cass, hoping she
was still awake. She rang back right away.

“Hey, how did it go?” Her voice was low. Immediately, I was
suspicious.

“Why are you talking so softly?”

“I might have a friend over.”

“Cass!” I groaned.

“What?’ She whined. “You were supposed to distract me
tonight. This is your fault.” She added glumly.

“Bent penis again?” I didn’t need to ask, but I liked
torturing her. She muttered something in response.

“Anyway, back onto you.” Cass swiftly changed the subject.
“What happened with the ex? Was she an utter bitch? A fat cow?”

“The complete opposite. She was so nice!” Clearly I was
still reeling. “Cass it should be a crime for someone to be that nice. And it
wasn’t even that sickly sweet fake nice. No, she was just plain old lovely. I
suggested she stop past for coffee.”

“Em!” Shrieked Cass “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Because she was so nice!” A male voice grumbled something
about the time, and work, in the background.

“Cass I have to go. I will call you tomorrow.”

“Okay. Have fun.” I said pointedly, to which Cass giggled.

“Simon?” My watch read it was just after midnight. The
ringing of the phone had woken me up. I’d fallen asleep on the couch.

“Hey Em. Mind if I stop by?”

“Course not.” I smiled, yawning.

“Good.” Simon breathed. “I'm on my way there now.

I liked this.

I liked this a lot.

I picked out a lacy red bra and a matching pair of panties.
Over them I threw my silk, short dressing gown. Doing up the tie, I looked at
my reflection in the mirror. I looked incredibly sexy, the dressing gown was
much shorter than I remembered. Was that sending the wrong message from a girl
who wanted to move slowly?  Before I could question my choice, the
doorbell rang. Butterflies stumbled around my stomach as I raced to the door.

“Wow.”

“Hey.” I tugged at the hem of my dressing gown. Simon stared
at me, shocked. His eyes trailed up my legs, then he blushed. “Blushing, Mr
Anderson? Is something wrong?” He coloured even further.

“You’d understand if you were seeing what I am seeing. The
thoughts I’m having about you right now, Em.” He leaned in and moved the edge
of the gown slightly over, his finger touching my breast in the process. I
breathed in sharply.

“Come in.” He walked past me, throwing his phone and keys on
the table.

“I cannot tell you how good it is to see you.” He whispered.
He was close to me now, so close. His hand trailed down my back as he kissed
me. “You are dangerous, wearing this.” He pulled down the gown revealing my
shoulders. The tie loosened, as he kissed me forcefully on my neck. I felt the
dressing gown slip away from my body. Simon stepped back momentarily.

“You are so beautiful.” He ran his hands over my breasts, down
around my waist. “I can’t tell you how much I want you, Emma.” I grabbed his
hand. He looked up at me, surprised, until he realised I was guiding him into
the bedroom. “Are you sure?” I kissed him in response. He lifted one leg high
onto his hip. I could feel his erect penis pressing against his pants. I gasped
as his fingers played with the edges of my panties. His fingers brushed against
my entrance, the touch rippling through my body.

“Oh god.” My leg inched higher on his hip, giving him better
access to me. He chuckled, obviously amused at my forcefulness.

“Are you enjoying this?” He teased, his finger circling me.
I pushed myself against him hard, trying to force his finger deeper inside me.
He chuckled again. “Not so fast.” He lifted me completely onto his hips and
carried me to the bedroom. He stood at the foot of my bed, throwing me
backwards onto the bed.

“God Em, you are so beautiful.” He stared at me, running his
hands through his hair. I watched as he undid his shirt. Disposing it on the
floor, he climbed onto the bed, until he towered over me. He fingered the
middle of my bra, tracing the fabric around my back to the clasp. He kissed my
neck as his other hand worked to undo the clasp. Like an expert, he pulled the
bra away, revealing my breasts. He gently kissed my nipples. My back arched as
I screamed out. I lifted my thighs as he slid my panties down.

“Now for the fun part.” He raised his eyebrows as I looked
at him, confused. He pulled my legs apart. Realisation hit me about the same
time his tongue hit my clitoris.

“Oh good god!” I hollered, jerking my hips upward. My
fingers ran through his hair as he circled his tongue expertly. The pressure of
the building orgasm inside me began to explode. I grabbed a handful of Simon’s
hair and burrowed his face deeper into me.

“Holy shit Simon.” I gasped. My sex ached unbearably as he
tried to circle my sex post orgasm. “No.” I gasped, pushing him away. He
laughed, pulling himself up the bed to kiss me. We kissed, the taste of myself
was unnerving at first. Soon he was on top of me, his hard penis pushing up
against me. Reaching between us, I guided him gently inside of me. Clutching
onto my shoulder, he pushed himself deeper inside. I gasped, loving the feeling
of having him so close to me.

“Fuck, Emma.” He collapsed on the bed beside me. “How are
you so amazing?” Turning on my side to face him, I bit my lip and smiled.

I opened up the containers, the delicious smell of Chinese
wafted through the air. My stomach rumbled in anticipation. I hadn't realised
how hungry I was. Simon had put Maddie to sleep in my bed. She had announced to
me she wanted mac and cheese for dinner, not Chinese, so we worked together in
the kitchen to prepare it. Not long after, she'd fallen asleep again on the
couch.

I looked up as Simon strolled into the kitchen. He looked
worn, like the long day had taken its toll on him. This case must’ve been
really stressful on him. Every day this week he had picked Maddie up from my
house well after 10pm.

“You.” He said, leaning in to kiss me “Are amazing.” I
smiled and handed him a bowl and a glass of beer. He kissed me again. We took
our food over to the couch. I slid down to the floor between Simon's legs,
using the coffee table to lean my dinner on. He tickled my neck as we both ate
silently, watching the end of
Aladdin
(for the sixth time).

 
It amazed me how
quickly we had settled into a pattern. It had only been a few weeks, but I felt
like we'd known each other for years.

The feelings he roused inside of me were so new to me. It
made me nervous. I'd learnt a long time ago not to trust anyone. Hell I barely
trusted myself most of the time. Handing my heart over to someone else made me
feel so vulnerable. The one thing in my life I'd always had control over I no longer
had. He was in control of my heart now. And I was still terrified of getting
hurt.

He finished, and slid down to the floor behind me. I giggled
as he began kissing my neck. His distractions made it difficult for me to
finish the last few bites of my food, but I somehow managed. He tilted my face
to kiss my lips. I jumped to my feet.

“Come with me.” I backed down the hallway, smiling to
myself, as he followed me, confused. As we reached the bedroom, I climbed onto
the bed, wrapping my arms around his waist as he stood in front of me. We
kissed.

“Amazing, amazing woman.” He mumbled, planting kiss after
kiss on my lips. I lay back in his arms, allowing him to cover my face with his
soft kisses.

“You're pretty amazing yourself.” I whispered. “But you need
fresh material.” I giggled.

His hands reached under my shirt, kissing my neck as he
tried to free my breast from my bra cup. He massaged his fingers over my
nipple, sending shivers down to the core of my body.

“Is that so?” He lifted my shirt, his mouth enclosing over
the curve of my breast. He bit down. Hard. I yelped in pain, burying my face in
his hair.

“Your daughter is in the next room.” I giggled, pushing him
away.

“She's a very heavy sleeper.” He kissed my chest. I squirmed
and swatted him away.

“No.” I said firmly, pulling my top down and tucking my
breast back into its cup. “I can just imagine that getting back to your
ex-wife.”

Simon laughed. He joined me on the bed, rolling onto his
back, giving up. My eyes travelled down to his very obvious erection. He caught
my gaze. I blushed.

“Yes, that's what you do to me, Miss Mancelli.” He said
wryly, shaking his head. He loved the fact that I was embarrassed. I could tell
from the way he laid back on his elbows, all of his affection for me clearly on
show.

“Think unattractive thoughts.” I giggled. “Think about your
mother-”

“Emma!” Simon yelled, rolling forward onto his knees. He
clapped his hands over his ears. “You did not just say that to me! Do you never
want me to have a hard on ever, ever, again?” I giggled uncontrollably, falling
into his arms. The look of horror on his face simply made me laugh even harder.

“I'm sorry, that was cruel.” I said, still giggling. He
shook his head trying his best to look angry at me. Only he couldn't. His frown
cracked into a smile and his eyes twinkled with amusement.

“Yes it was.” He said gruffly. “You will pay for that
someday.” I poked my tongue out at him. Any way he got back at me would be
worth seeing that expression.

“So tell me about Maddie's mom.” It was a random question,
causing Simon to almost fall off the side of the bed.

“Claire?” He asked, surprised, repositioning himself to face
me. “We were together for fifteen years. Married for ten. We just drifted
apart. When it came down to it, we wanted different things.” He looked at me
strangely. “Why the sudden interest?”

“I really liked meeting her the other day.” I shrugged, not
adding that this was far from sudden interest, more like an obsession. “You
still get along though?”  He nodded.

“Yes, we are good friends. We worked very hard to keep
things good between us for Maddie.” 

“It’s still a little strange to have met your ex-wife.” He
nodded, looking sheepish. “She is one of my oldest friends. I've only told her,
and my best mate, Aaron.” He ran his hand through his soft, curly hair. Why the
hell would anyone let this amazing man go?

“Have you told anyone? Besides Tom.” He added, smiling. I
blushed. Fucking Tom.

“Just my good friend Cass. She was concerned, but only
because-” I broke off. “I've been through a lot. She can get protective of me.
What did you tell them exactly?” I asked curiously.

“That it is what it is. You are my student, you’re amazing,
and that I'm falling in love with you.” He said it so casually, but the way he
looked at me, I knew his feelings for me ran deep. Deep enough for him to risk
his career over me.

“You are?” I smiled. Wow. It was surreal hearing him say
those words. I felt it, and I knew he felt it, but to hear him say it took this
whole thing to another level. I snuggled up to him closer.  “What did they
say?”

“Just for me to be careful. But they know better than anyone
that you can't help who you fall in love with” I wondered what he meant by
that. His voice had the slightest edge to it, the faintest hint of anger. It
was only there for a moment, and then it was gone. It left me wondering if I'd
imagined it.

“I think I have.” He kissed the tip of my nose.

Wow. He hadn't said ‘love’, but the implication was there,
as bright as day. He kissed me, his tongue caressing mine, our lips meeting in
a soft embrace. We pulled away, I smiled at him.   

“Shouldn't you be going? Mr busy Assistant District Attorney
and all.” I swatted his arm playfully.

“Come on, you love having me here.” He teased. “What would
you do without me? You'd be bored shitless here all alone.” His finger trailed
down my arm, sending my skin into a frenzy of goose bumps.

“Hey, I coped the last twenty years without you. Besides,” I
added smugly, “I've got Tom. What do you offer that he doesn't?”

“Come-on,” he scoffed, running his hand through his hair, a
glint in his eyes. Oh god he looked hot when he did that. “Tom? Tom is no match
for me.” I knew he and Tom would get along well, but all bets were off when it
came to a girl. “You know I have plenty to offer you.” He said quietly. His
fingers entangled mine.

“Your years of wisdom and intellect?” I quipped. “You are
only a few years younger than my father, you know.” Simon groaned and buried
his head in his hands.

“I'm a pervert.” I could just make out his muffled response.
“And you are really good at ruining my sexual prowess.” He mumbled accusingly.