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Chapter 11 – A Successful Meeting

Sophie had spent most of the night awake; she’d been having fits of insomnia but this wasn’t due to stress or insecurity. She had wanted to finish Mack’s picture for him and had been wondering what to add. A flash of inspiration engulfed her and she set about scraping off patches of paint in order to make the additions that she wanted to and that would be in keeping with the picture she had never been aware of him purchasing.

She’d continued well into the early hours only resting for sleep once she had done what she wanted, still unsure as to whether it felt finished but knowing that Mack would love it all the same.

She laid back in the centre of the huge king sized double bed, the soft quilt cushioning her body. Later would be make or break time, she hoped for the former. She took his letter from out of her pocket and re-read it again and again, mulling over his words trying to ascertain whether what her brother had said could be true. She knew it could, he was a man in love after all, he was certain to recognise that same feeling in another.

She leapt up, opening her suitcase as it sat on the stand and pulling out the cream nightie that Mack had given her on the boat when they had first got together. The same nightdress he’d helped her remove so carefully before proceeding to gently make love to her on top of the yacht underneath the stars, in the secluded cove, off the coast of Corsica.

She shivered at the memory, an involuntary spasm shooting through her like a bolt of electricity as her hand ghosted over her breast whilst changing into the cream satin garment. She’d had nights like this before, every now and then when she’d been lonely. At first they phoned one another when she was still able to contact him, their conversations generally ending up with one or the other starting to ask what their partner was wearing, developing into a situation where both were satiated by their lovers sexually charged chatter. But when the phone calls stopped and she was left to her own devises, she had to gratify herself with her memories in order to achieve sexual fulfilment.

And it seemed that tonight was going to be one of those nights. She knew she really shouldn’t as no-one knew with any certainty whether she and Mack would be back together by the end of the day. It was just something she needed. If they broke up then she would have to find another effigy but what was the point in wasting memories on ifs and buts.

She lay back on the bed imagining Mack’s arms around her gently lowering her down, as she closed her eyes he was towering over her reaching down to kiss her neck and along the exposed areas of her breasts. She sucked on a finger before tracing a line down to her nipple encouraging the bud to stand to attention before plucking at it and gently squeezing. A jolt passed through her body to her core, as a tingling sensation began to build, she knew she was getting wet just thinking about what he should be doing to her, her other hand now joining the other as they each playfully caressed a nipple.

She reached downwards with her arm, her fingers dancing lightly over the fabric to land on her uncovered thigh, then traced up toward her centre, her hand cupping over her mound and down between her legs. Her other hand reached down and as she opened up her outer labia, she fondled her protruding clit, throwing her head back to the sensation and allowing her hips to gently buck against the feeling she was creating.

Had Mack been there she’d have asked him to enter her, she needed to feel something inside her, to feel complete. She drew her knees out against the bedspread, the soles of her feet touching, opening herself up and slipping a finger inside. She felt the velvety smooth skin of her vaginal walls, soaked in her juice, her hips bucking harder against the new sensation, the tip of her finger reaching toward her spongy g spot and setting off more electrical pulses within her body. She rode her finger; she climbed higher and higher soon treading on the path of no return. She writhed, images of Mack above her, kissing her, his hands over her body as she continued to ride her wave of ecstasy. “Mack,” she screamed out as her body convulsed and she fell over the edge.

She opened her eyes, her body slowed, she kept her hand over her mound as she drew her legs up and crossed them letting the rippling sensations within here slowly ebb away. She could still feel her pussy contracting around her finger as she slowly drew it out. “Oh, god. I need you. Mack.” She whispered, “Please come back to me tomorrow.”

Managing to slide under the covers she lay on her side in a foetal position. She drew her legs in further as her arms went around her knees and promptly fell asleep. She was still in the same position when she woke again some 4 hours later. She looked at the clock, 8.34. She got up, showered and went down to breakfast. She fed herself on everything she could manage, wanting to line her stomach in case something bad should happen, plying herself with umpteen cups of strong coffee as well. When she returned to her room she checked over the painting once more. It wasn’t perfect but it was right and she couldn’t wait for him to see it.

She walked into the city and picked up a few things she thought she may need before returning to the hotel and ringing Trudy. She ate a quick lunch in her room before checking out of the hotel and taking a taxi to the factory. “Hi, Trudy,” she said as she struggled through the self closing door.

Trudy got up from her seat and took some of the stuff out of Sophie’s hands. “Hi,” she said, a questioning look on her face. “What on earth have you got here?”

“Well, the two paintings and stuff to hang them with. And then my personal effects.” She shrugged. “Make or break, Trudy. Whatever happens I’m covered. Can I hide this somewhere?” She picked up the suitcase for effect.

“Yep, let’s put it in that cupboard over there.” Trudy caught Sophie’s eye, “don’t worry he never goes in there, that’s my domain.” She took the suitcase and put it into the cupboard. “Now, I’ve already phoned and left a message for him that one of the suppliers has rung to ask if they can come and see him this afternoon on a very pressing issue and as she goes on holiday next week she won’t be able to get to see us for 3 weeks. He won’t be able to stand that so he’ll phone when he’s finished in that meeting and then come back. Under duress of course, but at least he’ll be back. Cup of tea?”

Sophie nodded, “yes, thanks. White, no sugar.” She followed Trudy through to the kitchenette and watched as Trudy made the drinks. She offered up Sophie’s to her before retracing her steps back into reception. She walked over to the two paintings that were leant against the side of her desk. Both covered in muslin to protect them. “So, these paintings?” Sophie set her drink on the table before uncovering them. “Oh, they’re wonderful, Sophie. Which one did you give him?”

“He told you about them?”

“He told me, well us, a lot about you.” Sophie looked dumbstruck, “when he first came back to Manchester, Martin and I let him stay with us for a couple of weeks. He was so proud of you Sophie, showed us all you’re wedding pictures, told us how you’d met, how you got together, everything about the gallery. You could tell he really loved you.”

“He doesn’t now, then?”

“Yes, he does, very much. He thinks you don’t love him anymore though.”

“I do, Trudy.”

“I know.” She sauntered off into Mack’s office, “I think,” she called out to Sophie, “that the one you gave him should go above his desk.” Sophie picked up her bits and brought that painting through too. Trudy was pointing out the spot and Sophie agreed, as soon as he walked through the office door he would see it.

“And the other?”

“Why not over there, you can sit underneath it then whilst you’re waiting for him. And it’s a nice comfortable spot.”

Sophie nodded. Together they worked, helping each other out. Sophie stood on the furniture as she nailed the picture hangers into the wall, Trudy handing up the pictures before helping Sophie align them properly. Once they finished they sat down again and chatted, becoming firm friends in the process.

The phone began to ring, Trudy eyed the number. “It’s Mack.” She picked up the receiver. “Hi, Mack. … yes, yes … mmm … I know but she was adamant … 3 weeks … no, she said it was urgent and that’s why she wanted to fit us in on her way home … yeah … ok … how long? … ok, if she’s here before you I’ll make her a brew and sit her in your office then … right … yeah … see you soon … bye,” she put the receiver down, “he reckons he’ll be half an hour. We’ll see him pull up from here, then you can disappear in there and he’ll be none the wiser until he walks into his office.”

“Thanks, Trudy.” She jumped up and hugged the other woman.

“Careful, it’ll only take one person to walk in here and the gossip mongers will be working overtime.” Trudy remarked, hugging Sophie back. “I’ve never said this before Sophie, to anyone, but I’ve never liked any of Mack’s women, Katherine was an absolute bitch to him and well, if things had been different maybe he and I … but I don’t dwell on things like that, I’m happy with Martin. You’re different, you’re real and that’s something that was lacking in any of them. You’ll keep him happy, I have every faith and that’s all I could hope for him, he actually has someone that loves him and wants to be with him, he deserves that.”

Sophie smiled taking Trudy’s hands, “thank you, I only hope I can live up to your expectations of me.”

“You will,” she lent over to the window, “Mack’s here, go on get in that office and get yourself comfy.” Trudy quickly cleaned up the empty mugs and sat back behind her desk before he came in. She shuffled papers attempting to look busy as he opened the self closing door and walked into reception. “Hi Mack.”

“Trudy. She here?” He nodded towards his office. He set his briefcase on the edge of the desk, opened it and pulled out the paperwork from his meeting. He handed it over.

Trudy took it, beginning to scan it, “yeah, she’s here. This looks good.” She looked up to him.

“Yes, it’s bloody fantastic. Trudy we are well and truly back with that order. Have a look through it and we’ll discuss it first thing tomorrow, we’re going to have to talk to the cotton suppliers, get some new machinists trained up and more cutting room staff. Have a word with Martin as well about the transport would you?”

“Ok, want a drink?”

“Tea, please, has she got one?”

“Yes, just patiently awaiting your arrival.”

“Ok, best get in there then.” He walked around the desk and opened the door stepping into his office. He looked ahead of him nearly deciding to go back out and question Trudy where the sales rep might be, his eyes raising up slightly catching sight of something that shouldn’t be there. He did a double-take as his line of vision raised taking in the whole of the painting, it was the one that Sophie had given him, the one she’d said was unfinished, the one he’d asked her to finish in 12 months if they still knew one another. He took a couple of steps forward; if it was finished then it was even more glorious now than it had been initially. The outline of a cove had been added, the waves beating against the shoreline of a small beach a yacht bobbing away in the bay. His mouth fell open; she’d even signed it ‘Sophie Mackintosh’.

He turned around slowly, wanting to go back out into reception and asking Trudy if this was someone’s idea of a joke when he noticed the picture he’d bought and his wife sat beneath it. “Sophie?” He whispered, unable to get out what he wanted to say as his emotions were choking him up.

She fidgeted in her seat, wringing her hands in her lap. She opened her mouth to say something, anything. “Hi, Mack,” she eventually managed.

“Hi,” he turned again, looking back at the original painting taking one hand from his hip and combing it through his hair. “You’re supposed to be a sales rep,” he pouted.

“Mack?”

He turned back, “Trudy said I was meeting a sales rep.”

“I asked her to lie for me, I wanted to surprise you.”

He started nodding, “you certainly did that. I told you that I would speak to you before Sunday. I thought that as you hadn’t come then you didn’t want to be with me anymore. Why are you doing this? Are you playing me for a fool?” He could feel the anger welling up in his chest.

“No, I … I went to the boat yesterday morning to find it locked up. Steven told me that you’d have gone but it was so early I thought I’d catch you. I’m ready to talk now.”

“Fine, talk then.”

“Mack, I’ve been so stupid. It took me a while to realise that what you were telling me was the truth, I didn’t trust myself at first, believing that you really did want to get a divorce. But when I read your letter, I knew that I should’ve listened to you in the first place. I love you, Mack.”

“So you thought you could just hang a couple of pictures up in my office, profess your love for me and what, we’d run off into the sunset together?”

“Mack?” She was totally bewildered by his reaction to her.

“You had your opportunity before.”

“And just because I’m a couple of days overdue you’re persecuting me,” she cried, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. “We’re not some business deal.” She got up from her seat and made a run for the door.

He caught her; his arms were around her waist pulling her back into his chest. “No, you’re right we’re not,” he whispered into her ear. “Why? Why didn’t you come to me?”

Sophie was sobbing, her body wracking as he continued to hold her to him, “I’m sorry … I can only … apologise for … not getting to … you sooner.” She calmed slightly, sniffing her tears away. “When I arrived at the vineyard all I could see was you saying to your solicitor that you wanted to divorce me, then you arrived at the vineyard too and I just didn’t really hear what you were saying to me. I never came out of that room until yesterday morning when I was resolute on seeing you, all I’d done was leap from wanting you to not trusting you again and when I eventually fell asleep from exhaustion on Saturday morning I just slept and slept. Steven told me you’d be gone by the time I went to see you, but I didn’t care I had to take a chance and see if you were still at the boat.

“And when I got here yesterday afternoon, I only knew where the factory was. I had no address for you and the factory was closed so I couldn’t even call to find out. I spent the night in a hotel room finishing …” She pointed up to the painting. “… off that picture. Don’t you like it?”

“I love it.” He tightened his grip, “I love you.”

“You do?” She sniffed.

“Yes,” he turned her in his arms, allowing his hand to come up to her face and wipe her tears away.

“Even when my eyes are red and puffy and my nose is dripping?”

“Especially then,” he smiled. “Sophie?” She nodded, still looking glum. “Forgive me?”

“What for?”

“For making you cry, for giving you the opportunity of running away from me in the first place, for expecting you to stick to time constraints that I should never have made, for allowing yourself to fall in love with a man that doesn’t deserve you.”

She shook her head, “I’ll only forgive you if you retract the last bit of your statement. I fell in love with you with my eyes wide open, Mack. I deserve you because you are the only man that has ever made me feel loved, wanted, needed even. And I’m as bad as you, I should’ve trusted my instinct; Steve was right, no-one would break their neck following me across Europe if there wasn’t a good reason for it.”

Warm hazel searched steel blue as their eyes met; Mack’s thumb traced the contours of Sophie’s cheek. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened instinctively. He lent in, overcome with the emotion between them and crushed his mouth to hers, kissing her as if her life depended upon it. Her hands found their way over the cotton of his shirt and planted themselves firmly over his shoulder blades. An arm circled her waist, the other hand found its way up into her hair, searching for the nape of her neck. She shivered at his touch, he pulled back questioning her with his expression. “I’m ok,” her voice trembled, “it’s just been so long.”

He nodded, smiling and resting his forehead against hers. “Yeah, it has. Come home with me?”

“Of course, can we get something to eat though first, I’m famished?”

“Not surprised, need to get some meat back on those bones of yours. Come on,” he held his hand out for her. “We’ll get a takeaway on the way home, what do you fancy?” She shrugged her shoulders, “Chinese, Indian, Thai, and Italian?”

“Chinese?”

“Ok, I know a great little place on the way home.” They walked from the office hand in hand; Trudy was stood by the door of the cupboard, Sophie’s suitcase and Mack’s briefcase in each of her hands. She handed the larger case to Mack and the smaller one to Sophie as they passed her. “Going home now, Trudy.” Trudy nodded her head, smiling profusely. Mack looked back to Sophie, “Mrs Mack and I have a bit of ‘catching up’ to do.”

Sophie’s cheeks burned at his remark but she smiled, she hoped there’d be a whole load of catching up to do.

.oOo.

“The flats still a bit of a mess from my coming back yesterday,” Mack said as the lift climbed up to the floor for his apartment. “Kind of left my stuff by the door, had a shower, crawled into bed and tried to get some sleep, not that that was easy.”

“No?”

He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed the knuckles, “no, all I kept seeing were your bewitching eyes piercing into my soul.” She smiled up at him. “We’re here then, he picked up the cases whilst she followed him out of the lift with the food. They walked along to the end of the corridor and he undid the door for her to walk through. She stood inside the living space and noticed everything was as he’d said, his case stood by the door and hers now joined it along with his briefcase. He held out his hands and after relieving her of the food caught her hand in his and walked them through to the kitchen.

He busied himself, finding plates and cutlery, opening up the cartons and leaving them on the dining room table, going to the fridge and finding a bottle of wine before retrieving two glasses form a cupboard and setting the table. “Come on, don’t stand on ceremony,” he pulled out a chair for her and pushed it back under the table once she had sat down. He moved his seat closer to her, found the corkscrew and sat down, picking up the bottle, opening it and dispensing some of the fruity liquid into each of the glasses.

Sophie began piling healthy amounts of food onto each of their plates, picking up forkfuls of the delicious meal and feeding him whilst he pulled the cork form the bottle. He picked up his glass and she followed suit. “To us, Sophie. To a normal life with no more interruptions,” he chinked his glass against hers.

“Wait,” she cried, “and to plenty of catching up sex later on.” Chinking her glass against his, before looking to his amused expression. “What?”

“Plenty of catching up sex?” He asked, grinning.

“Well, we have been apart for 9 months, almost a lifetime in my book.”

“Lets eat first, then we’ll both only be hungry for each other, we’ll have plenty of energy to get rid of and the exercise will be good burning off all those extra calories.”

“Good idea, Mr Mack.”

“Full of them, Mrs Mack.” He shovelled some of his food into his mouth. “Sophie, how come you turned up on Thursday before we both ended up traipsing over France and back?”

“Well, I managed to get a day off from everything and everyone and decided to spend a little time in London, so I find myself in Selfridges wandering around, looking at things but not really interested in anything,” she put some more of her food into her mouth and chewed, “then I walked off this escalator and I saw this bedspread laid out with a sunflower duvet on it. I crossed the floor to it and studied it realising I recognised the design. I found a stand with them all on and I ended purchasing a pillowcase.”

“A pillowcase?”

“Well, I laid back on the made up bed and got caught by this assistant.”

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing untoward,” she smirked, “thinking about you, about our wedding actually.”

“I bet that raised a few eyebrows.”

“It would have done had I been thinking about the consummation. Anyway, I bought the pillowcase so that I had the address for the factory. I got my stuff from the flat, went to the gallery, told them what I thought of them, gave them the keys to the flat and the car back, let them keep the last few paintings that they hadn’t sold and walked out, caught a cab to Euston and got on the next available train to Manchester. I had every intention of reclaiming my life and my husband as soon as I saw him, only …”

“Only …,” he covered her hand with his own and brought her falling chin back up so that he could look into her eyes, “we don’t need to dwell on any of that.” He leant in, closing the gap between them and laying the sweetest kiss upon her lips. “Let’s finish off here so that we can get more comfortable. So, had you been able to reclaim me that night, what would you have done?”

“Got you to bring me home and make mad passionate love to me all weekend.”

“Shit, I’ve got to go into work tomorrow.”

“I’d love to come in with you, I might as well learn as much as I can as soon as possible.”

“Ok, but we don’t have to stay all day and maybe I can sort out a long weekend for us, to make up for what we missed out on last weekend.”

They’d finished eating; Sophie got up from her seat and took the dirty plates and cutlery to the sink whilst Mack got rid of the cartons. She washed up; her hands in the soapy water, concentrating on the job in hand as Mack silently came up behind her. He put his arms around her torso under her own, she lent back against him. “James?”

“Leave them,” he ordered, his hands moving to cover her breasts, cupping and squeezing them, allowing his palms to circle over her nipples and bring them to a peak. “I want you, Sophie, now.” A hand continued its protestation of her breasts whilst the other moved down to the fly of her jeans. He kissed her neck, delighting in the taste of her skin against his tongue as his fingers nimbly opened the button of her jeans and pulled down the zip. His hand slipped inside the denim and found its way to her centre finding a small triangle of fabric. “What’s this?”

“Thong,” she breathed out.

“My wife’s wearing a thong? Things must be looking up.”

“James?”

“Mmm?” He nibbled at her earlobe.

“I want you, inside me.” She began to pull at the hips of her jeans, Mack helped her slide them down as far as he was able and she did the rest by pushing them down and off with her bare feet as she’d already kicked off her shoes. He turned her around pulling up her t-shirt and throwing it somewhere behind him. She was a vision in lilac, wearing a bikini type underwear set.

She put her arms up, put them around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him and tangling her tongue with his. He pulled at his belt, opening it and quickly getting out of his trousers and shoes, kicking everything away from them. She reached down and helped him undo his shirt buttons as quickly as they could between them, roughly pulling the garment from his shoulders and allowing it to drop to the floor.

Appreciative looks from both parties skimmed the body of the other, remembering areas that increased their lover’s desire and plunging straight in. Mack studied her thong; it was tied up each side over her hips. He grabbed at an end each side and tugged on the string, within seconds the fabric gave way and he was presented with her naked core. His hands skimmed over the rounded flesh of her bottom and her effortlessly picked her up and positioned her on the edge of the kitchen worktop; she lent back and opened her legs up showing herself to him. “What have you done here?” He asked her, as one of his stray fingers traced up and inside the wet centre parting of her lips, and over the hairless pubic mound.

“I shaved it off a few months ago and decided I liked it, do you?”

“It looks good; I’ll tell you how good it feels later.”

She squirmed under his touch as he traced her lips again, allowing his finger to dip in. He took in a sharp breath, “I’ve missed you, Sophie.”

She grabbed out at the elastic of his boxers and pulled him closer to her, reaching in under the fabric and pulling his arousal over the top, his hands hooked under the elastic and the pants were soon careering down his legs as she began to smooth his skin up and down his shaft with one of her hands, the other cupping his sack. “James? Please? I’ve missed you too; I need you in me now!” She guided him toward him, her legs opening wider for him as he pressed himself inside her. “Oh god, James, feels so good.”

She wrapped her legs around his waist as he held onto them, thrusting in and out of her with every stroke. “Sophie, you’re like velvet inside, rubbing against my cock.” he bit out, his hand reaching between them and seeking out her clit. “I’m not going to be long, petal.”

“And nor am I, not now anyway.” She bent over, sucking on his nipples. “James, come for me. Shoot your seed in me.”

“Oh, Sophie, I’m going to …, I’m going to …, now, I’m coming … now.”

“Yes, my love, yes. Oh god, me too. James.” She came, her juices washing over him as he continued to pump her until she’d finished.

They stayed coupled together on top of the worktop until he began to recede from within her. “Sophie, that was great. Well worth waiting 9 months for.”

“Yeah, I definitely want more of that. But I want you in bed too.” He helped her down from the worktop, dropping her feet to the floor. She giggled, “God we look a right pair.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve still got my bra on and you’ve got your socks on.” He laughed, reaching down to take them off, unaware that she had wandered out of the kitchen.

“James?” She stuck her head around the archway, “aren’t you coming to bed then?”

“Actually, I thought I could bend you over the kitchen table first.”

“Really?” She appeared in front of him, pulling at the ties that kept her bra in place. She pulled it off, turned and bent over, wiping her pussy several times with the skimpy garment before flinging at him, “I’ve got a much better idea.” She stood back up and quickly ran off, he ran after her and found her lying on her front, on the rug in front of the fire, her legs kicking behind her as she lent up showing him her breasts. She rolled over leaning up on her arms, showing him everything; she licked her finger enticingly and allowed it to travel down to her centre, dipping it into herself before pulling it out and pointing it up to him.

“Jesus, Sophie. Did you go to bad girl camp for 9 months or something?” He asked her as he crawled over her, taking her pussy wetted finger into his mouth and sucking her nectar from it.

“Or something, I’ve been on my own for 9 months, I had to be imaginative.”

“Well, now we’re back together and I’m going to make sure that we’re imaginative together from now on. Like this, for example.” He pulled one of the large cushions from off the sofa and placed it under her back, he encouraged her to put her thighs over his shoulders and cross her legs behind his head, as he made them both comfortable. He began to delve his tongue into her centre. She was soon flying high and from his position he had a great view of her breasts bobbing about as her rhythm increased and she began to pant along with the beginnings of her orgasm. He was surprised that his penis was becoming hard again and he was going to make sure the next time he was inside her it would be extremely satisfying and languorous for them both.

He moved his tongue from inside to over her lips and found her pleasure centre, delving back in with his tongue when he knew that she was coming, tasting her sweet nectar as her juice flooded over him and she cried out his name. He always felt so good when she did that, no-one had ever called him James before it was always Mack. He could smell her perfume on his breath and still taste her in his mouth when she crashed back down to earth and wanted him to kiss her everywhere. He stood up, holding his hands out to her and bringing her up to meet him. He picked her up in his arms, her arms around his neck and her face nuzzled into his neck, “time for bed, Mrs Mack, don’t you think?” She nodded, “you obviously feel at home?” He asked.

She looked up into his face as he carefully dropped her onto the bed, “yes, but as long as I’m with you James,” she said, watching him as he took his place beside her and covered her naked skin with butterfly kisses, her hands where in his hair as they finally locked loving gazes. “I’m always home.”
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