“You’ve made me the happiest man, Miranda. And you are so getting lucky later,” he teased as we followed her down the hall.
“I hope so,” I quipped back and bumped him with my hip.
*****
Matt groaned lightly in my ear and I felt my body tighten around him.
“Shit,” he cursed, slowly pulling out and then just as slowly plunging back into me.
To my shock, Rachel had crapped out on the rug in front of the television with her new doll in hand. Matt and I were lying on the couch together, his back pressed to my front as we huddled under a blanket. As soon as she let loose a tiny little snore, Matt had my sundress pulled up around my waist, my panties pushed to the side and his thick, wide head nudging my core.
I let out a moan as soon as he entered me. He was just so big. I felt stuffed in the most delicious of ways.
Now we were silently fucking on the couch, hidden under the covers and praying we would both finish before Rachel woke up. I was so close that I figured that wouldn’t be an issue. The thrill of knowing it could be, had my insides trembling.
I turned my head so Matt could take my mouth in a deep, wet kiss. His fingers rolled my nipple and I bit his lower lip to show how good it felt.
“I could spend days up in your pussy and it still wouldn’t be enough,” he whispered against my mouth. That’s when my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my orgasm washed over me.
Matt’s rhythm faltered. He cursed under his breath and sped up his pace as best he could without shaking the couch. Within seconds, he stilled and I felt his cum bathe my inner walls setting off another set of tremors inside me.
Keeping us connected, Matt relaxed behind me and gave my exposed boob an affectionate squeeze.
This right here was the stuff fantasies and dreams were made of. I was suddenly looking forward to a million days of this—me, Matt and Rachel being a family.
“We’re going to have to really learn how to get creative if we’re going to have sex, aren’t we?” he asked in a light tone, showcasing just how sated and relaxed he was.
“I guess so. Rachel will preoccupy most of our time during the day.” Fear that he might regret that fact took hold of me and I tensed up. I never really considered what a change in lifestyle it might be for him to suddenly have a kid underfoot.
“I don’t mind,” he reassured me, knowing me enough to know I was nervous. “She’s a great kid.”
“She is.” I relaxed a little at his words and the sincerity in his voice.
“I hope she’ll call me Dad one day,” he whispered sounding so vulnerable. That’s when I realized that he was probably just as scared as I was about making this work. It made me love him even more.
“I hope so too,” I concurred.
“When do you want to move in?” he asked after a few minutes of content silence.
“I need time to pack.”
“The house is furnished. All you need is to bring you and our girl over there.”
Our girl. My heart, which was already full, burst upon hearing him describe Rachel as his.
“I want to box up the items with sentimental value. The rest I’ll donate to Goodwill,” I explained. “How about on my next Sunday off? Two weeks from now?”
“Sounds perfect.” He planted a kiss behind my ear before pulling out of me and righting our clothes.
“Thank you,” I told him once we were settled again, him spooning me as we watched the rise and fall of Rachel’s tiny little chest.
“For what?”
“For loving me enough to not give up. For wanting to be a father to Rachel. For coming back for me. The list is endless really.”
“I’ll make a deal with you,” was his unexpected response.
“Okay. Shoot.”
“As a thank you, all I need is for you to spend the rest of your life loving me back and proving that all the heartache was worth it in the end.”
Was there ever really a question that was going to happen? Hardly.
“Deal.”
“I love you, Miranda. Always have and always will.”
“Love you too, Matt.”
And just like in the fairytales, we all lived happily ever after.
UNDER THE DESK
ONE
“Mr. Kensington will see you now, sir.”
The older, balding man in front of my desk stood and graced me with a smile before walking over to the wooden door and disappearing behind it.
I sat back in my chair with a huff. What I wouldn’t give for Marcus Kensington to see me. I had been trying to get his attention for almost a full year now. Ever since I got transferred upstairs to serve the CEO, I’d wanted to serve the CEO.
He was rich, successful, intelligent and sexy as hell. The way he commanded a boardroom left me breathless and drenched. The little smirk he gave me whenever he thought I wasn’t looking was downright lethal. With his midnight dark hair, piercing green eyes and sex appeal that poured off him in buckets, he was the desire of every woman that came within a five-mile radius of him. And yet the man was completely oblivious.
I’d tried everything from popping a few extra buttons on my blouse to bending over in front of him to not so subtly spreading my legs in my chair while he stood in front of me. Nothing seemed to work. It was as if he were gay. Not that it mattered if he were, but how else could you explain a forty year old, single and virile man not giving hungry looks to twenty-four year old pussy when it was on display?
He wasn’t gay though, so I was completely clueless as to why he hadn’t yet made his move. In all the time I’d known him, he’d had one relationship and that one lasted two months. It was the longest two months of my life. Knowing his cock was inside that cold redhead churned my stomach. It should have been my pussy warming his cock. I’d have wrapped him up all nice and snug, he wouldn’t ever want to leave.
The worst part of dealing with that woman was that she was haughty and condescending whenever he wasn’t around. My fantasies of smacking her upside the head were almost as frequent as my fantasies about being fucked properly by my boss.
I wanted him to bend me over the copier and fuck me with my breasts pressed to the glass. I wanted to suck him off under his desk while he did a teleconference with London. I wanted to ride him in his executive chair while looking out the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan. I wanted him to press me up against the glass tiles in his executive washroom and fuck me while the sounds of the shower drowned out my screams. My list of wants was endless.
Most of all, I just needed to know what his cock would feel like between my lips and deep inside my pussy. The logistics of when and where didn’t really matter, as long as I finally got my wish.
The wooden door opened and the balding man marched out, his face red and his jowls shaking. He turned back towards the doorway and barked, “This isn’t over, Kensington! You can’t just sell my company out from under me!”
Just then my dangerously dark and handsome boss appeared in the doorway. His face was a picture of calm aloofness. “That’s where you’re wrong, Lowell. I already have.”
I practically panted at their showdown. This right here was why I found Marcus so damn alluring. He was commanding, in charge and downright devilish. He chewed people up and spit them out like it was no big deal. It was just so damn sexy.
Once Lowell had gone, in a huff of curse words and empty threats, I swiveled my chair towards Marcus, who seemed focused on the now empty space. My blood was pumping. My heart was pounding. My pussy was slick with arousal.