So, everyone. Thank you very much for the response to the first chapter of the story! I am both honoured and amazed at all of your kind words … and I really have no excuse for the delay on this chapter!

Anyways, in other news, I also recently started a new fanfic story for the Dallas fandom, called JR on Holiday – you all should go and check it out!

Disclaimer: Not Mine

Enjoy!

SPOV

However, before I had a chance to figure out the exact reasons as to why my husband was standing up on the podium, I became more than a little distracted when suddenly out of nowhere, an arm brushed softly against the side of my own. I turned around quickly to see exactly who the offending person was, and much to my surprise, I found that it was him. The man from earlier. The sexy, amazing, gorgeous man from earlier.

The man that I had walked in on having sex, with a woman who I presumed was either his girlfriend or his lover … probably the latter, I thought. After all, a guy who looked like him would have absolutely no trouble whatsoever in getting the ladies.

I stood back for a couple of seconds, while I just continued to completely unashamedly stare at him. God, why in the hell was I even looking at him like this? After all, he looked like he was a fucking supermodel, and I was … married. Now that he actually had some clothes on, I could see that he was wearing a simple tight black t-shirt, that emulated the big thick muscles that were present in his arms and ass hugging denim blue jeans. He was also wearing a pair of white high topped Converse on his feet. But, on the other hand, just simply looking at him made me feel more than inadequate with my loose fitting white patterned t-shirt and salmon coloured skinny jeans. I was also wearing a pair of brown gladiator sandals that showed off my French manicured toes.

"Not to sound like a broken record or anything, but is there something that I can help you with at all?" the man asked, when he turned around. I blushed a bright red colour, remembering that that was basically what he had asked me earlier on when I had caught him balls deep in some woman.

"No, it's all good" I answered, with what I hoped was a sweet, sweet smile. However, it probably looked as if I was in pain. However, the handsome stranger just stood before me with a soft, sweet smile on his face.

"Eric Northman" he said, after a slight pause and held his hand out to me.

"Sookie Compton" I replied, but before I could reach my own hand out to shake his in return, Bill miraculously re-appeared beside us. Seriously? Wasn't he supposed to be on top of his fucking podium? I thought nastily to myself, however, I also knew that it was better that I didn't repeat those thoughts out aloud.

"Sookie, my dearest wife" Bill started off, coming to a stop beside the both of us. He placed a quick peck on the side of my face. I turned my head around, in an attempt to avoid his kisses and he ended up getting my ear instead of my face. "He isn't hassling you is he?" Bill asked, casting poor Eric the evil eye.

"And why would you think that he is hassling me?" I snapped back at him. Why would he think that Eric was hassling me?

Bill didn't say anything in response to that, but a quick glance around me informed me that at least half of the room was staring at us. I began to feel even more self-conscious than I ever had before. I cast another quick look at Eric, and I saw that he was grinning madly at me.

"I hope that I will get to see you again, Sookie" Eric said, bending down and placing a soft kiss on my cheek. I was too stunned to even move. "Don't worry, my beautiful Sookie. You look so sexy" Eric whispered straight into my ear, and then he was gone.

I blushed at his words, not feeling ashamed at all for any of the so-called flirting that I had been doing with Eric. Even though I knew that I wasn't very good at it – but that was mainly due to the fact that Bill was the only man that I had ever knowingly flirted with, and we were both well past that stage in our relationship.

EPOV
I cannot fucking believe that my beloved little sister talked me into this. I mean, who the fuck honestly agrees to go to these bloody computer conventions anyways? Certainly nobody with anything better to do … but then that all changed when I walked in through the front doors of the mansion. Apparently some really hot and sexy as fuck women did.

"I'll see you later" Pam said, smirking at me as I spotted that there was an open bar at this fancy do. Hmm … that was good enough for me, I thought to myself as I made my way over to it. And then that was when I spotted her .

An absolutely beautiful woman sitting off to the side of one of the computer stands, looking completely and utterly bored with the entire situation altogether.

I guess that I could identify with her there.

I had just been about to walk over to her to ask her if her name was Google (because she was everything that I had been searching for when a smaller brown haired dude walked over to her and wrap his arms around her from behind.

Shit. I thought, of course she had a boyfriend … or a husband. Women like her just don't stay single for long.

Unfortunately.

However, I was really surprised when she quickly shrugged off the man's arms with both of her hands, but my elation and joy was short lived when I noticed something on her finger reflected and shone against the lights in the room.

Fuck. That has confirmed it. She was married. To that pillock standing behind her and all.

Bloody brilliant.

I was broken of my thoughts when a small brown haired woman slid up onto the bar stool beside of me, completely blocking my view of the gorgeous woman.

"Hi, sexy. Fancy seeing someone like you here" she said.

I flashed her my best million dollar smile in return. "Trying to find a beautiful woman like you" I said.

"You are too funny" she answered, with a completely fake laugh. God, seriously? Was this really what the rest of the fucking women were like here? And, here I thought that people coming to a computer convention were supposed to be intelligent and smart.

Obviously I had been wrong.

However, I was never one to turn down a good chance to flirt with a woman. No matter how fucking stupid that she was – I could always cover her mouth while we were having sex, and before I knew what was really going on around me, the two of us were all but running up the big marble staircase and falling into one of the bedrooms that we found.

The both of us quickly fell into the room as our teeth and tongues unashamedly clashed with each other. Our hands had also gotten busy in a futile effort to strip each other out of the clothes that we had been wearing, but when she started to talk about meeting up with me at a later date and telling me that I was going to be her boyfriend, I very quickly decided that I wanted to fuck her from behind.

Well, that was only part of the reason … I also wanted to think about the gorgeous little blonde that I had seen earlier on. I wanted to think about how sexy she was, how her big gorgeous breasts would feel as I played with and fondled them with my fingers, how her legs would feel all wrapped around my waist, how her cunt would feel all wrapped around my dick as I slammed and drove into her, and finally, of how my name would sound coming out of her lips as she screamed it out to high heaven.

"Jesus, Eric … fuck, that feels so good, harder" the woman, Lindsay I think she said her name was … but I wasn't completely sure of that, said as I pounded and thrusted hard and fast in and out of her. I was just getting ready to come, when I heard the sounds of the bedroom door open, to reveal the gorgeous woman from earlier.

"Can I help you?" I asked, for a complete lack of a better thing to say. I mean, what else could I possibly say? Should I have asked her if she wanted to join in? Hmm … on second thoughts, perhaps not. I didn't want to freak her out completely!

However, instead of saying anything, the woman just turned around on her heels and left the room, all but running. God, I couldn't seriously be that repulsive could I? I thought to myself, as I pulled out of Lindsay and I quickly began to pump at my cock, thinking only of the hot blonde, until I came about three seconds later.

"What a sexy little show that was" Lindsay said, attempting to wrap her arms around my neck. I had been too wrapped up in my fantasy to even notice that she had been watching … oh well.

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