Against the Law

Chapter 8: First of Many

Warning: Sexual content ahead... not a lot, but some.

Emily's POV:

As the music continued to pulse through the crowded club, James and I found ourselves lost in the rhythm of the night. He made me feel alive. Laughing and dancing, we were enjoying our newfound connection. Little did we know that fate had a surprise in store for us.

As luck would have it, Sarah and James's paths converged in the middle of the dance floor. James looked surprised and uncertain. I sensed the tension, so I remained by James's side, offering support.

Sarah forced on a smile, attempting to appear nonchalant. "James! Fancy seeing you here!" she said, her voice filled with emotion.

James, looking caught off guard, replied with a polite nod. "Sarah, what a coincidence. You remember Emily, right?"

I tried putting on a small smile, breaking the tension with a friendly gesture. "Nice to see you again, Sarah..."

Sarah's gaze shifted from James to me, her expression cold. "Oh, I'm sure you're just another temporary fling. Or have you not realized it yet?" she spat; her words laced with sarcasm.

James interjected; his voice held a strange emotion as he spoke. "Sarah, there's no need for that kind of attitude. Emily and I are having a good night. You don't need to ruin it."

Sarah's eyes narrowed, her bitterness on full display. "Well good luck with that," she snarled before abruptly turning away.

James and I both exchanged bewildered glances, both trying to process Sarah's unexpected hostility. It seemed that we weren't going to let her dampen our spirits though, choosing to focus on the positive energy we have found in each other's company.

As the night continued, James and I danced and laughed, determined to create memories that would overshadow the unexpected encounter with his ex.

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The club's vibrant energy gradually faded as James, and I made our way back home. It was well past 2am. The night had been filled with laughter, shared stories about one another, and undeniable chemistry. Although I don't think I'd ever admit that to him.

As we reached the front door, a comfortable silence settled between us as we decided to sit on the front porch, enjoying each other's company. I felt James's eyes on me. When I turned to look at him, our eyes met, revealing vulnerability. It was a moment we both sensed was coming soon it seemed. A blossom in our connection.

Deciding to be brave in this moment, I took a deep breath, and spoke softly. "James, tonight has been incredible. I feel like we have something special..."

James nodded, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "I feel it too, Emily. Being with you feels so natural, like we've known each other for much longer than we actually have."

In that moment, we both shared an understanding. We created an invisible bridge of understanding between us, drawing us closer. Our hearts beat in sync, mirroring the rhythm of the night we had experienced together.

With gentle hesitation, James reached out, his hand cupping my cheek. Our eyes remained locked, filled with desire. Slowly, we both leaned in, our lips meeting in a tender, heartfelt kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as we savored the sweetness of our first kiss. It was a moment blooming with possibility, an unspoken promise of the emotional connection we were building.

As we pulled away, our eyes sparkled with newfound affection. A shared understanding passed between us.

With a warm smile, I spoke up again. "Thank you for tonight, James."

James gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, putting it behind my ear. "No, thank you, Emily."

"Well, maybe we can go out like this again sometime?" I asked.

James kept the smile on his face. "I hope this will be first of many times I take you out, Emily."

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James was kissing his way down my stomach. His hands leaving hot trails down my body, setting my skin on fire. He knew exactly where to kiss me. And exactly what I needed.

"J-James... please..."

"That's right baby, say my name." I moaned out loud as I felt his hot breath between my legs. Trying to keep my legs open was difficult at this point, He eventually held them apart for me so he could finish. "Fuck, you taste amazing, Em." my back arched as he seemed to push his tongue further and further inside me.

"Oh, God! Please, James! Please!" He laughed and somehow his tongue managed to get deeper inside of me, making me cry out-

"EMILY! Hey, you okay?" I heard James's voice.

Startled, my eyes sprung open. It took me a moment to remember where I was. My cheeks flushed, realizing that I had been caught having an embarrassing dream. I'll never let him know what I was dreaming about.

"J-James," I stammered, my voice scratchy. "I... had a dream. I'm sorry."

James smiled; his eyes filled with warmth. "Don't worry, Emily. We all have strange dreams sometimes."

I never told him I had a strange dream. My face turned even redder, if that's even possible.

"Um... I wanted to talk about last night. But I got work. Can we talk after work? We can have dinner or something?" James seemed nervous now, which made me smile.

My embarrassment now forgotten, I smiled and nodded. "Yes, of course!"

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While James was at work, I decided to do some things for him since he let me stay with him. I started by tidying up the living room, carefully arranging the books and mementos, creating a cozy and inviting atmosphere. As I dusted off the shelves, my mind wandered to the memories me and James have begun to create together, making his house feel more like a home to me in each passing day. I'm not sure how long I'll be here though.

Next, I ventured into the kitchen, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air. I washed the dishes and cleaned up everything we had for breakfast.

Feeling a burst of creative energy, I decided to indulge in an artistic endeavor. I gathered some painting supplies that James bought me one day when he found out I liked painting, settling into a quiet corner of the house. Each brushstroke reflected my emotions, capturing the beauty of the world I used to live in. But I also captured the excitement I feel with James by my side.

As the day progressed, I took breaks to read, losing myself in captivating stories that transported me to different worlds. I also took the opportunity to tend to James's garden outside. Tending to the greenery that surrounded the home.

As the afternoon turned into evening, I eagerly awaited James's return. I prepared a special dinner, the enticing aroma filling the house, a delightful surprise for him after a long day of work. The table was set, candles flickering softly, creating a romantic ambiance.

When I finally heard the front door opened, I smiled and walked to the front door to meet him.

He returned my smile. "Ready to talk?"