by Lexi Wilson
“Stella, if you need a place to stay, you know you are more than welcome to stay at my place,” I offered. She looked at me with bright eyes, and I could see she didn’t know what to say.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly!” she tried. I looked at her with a stern look on my face.
“I’m practically living at the hospital right now. There’s no sense in the place standing vacant when you need a place to stay and I’m not there anyway,” I tried again, this time using a different approach. I didn’t know how to convince her without pushing for it, but at the same time, I didn’t want her to feel like she had to. There was a look on her face that told me she wasn’t sure what to say.
“I could pay you,” she offered at last. She had risen from where she was lying behind my desk, and she now gathered her clothing and shoved it back in the garbage bags. I was confused on a number of levels, and I didn’t even know where to start with the situation. I got the impression from her that she didn’t want to talk about it, so I chose to keep the conversation as light as possible.
I shook my head, brushing off what she said with a wave of my hand. “Nonsense! You’ve done so much for me already! In fact, I was just thinking that you deserve a pay raise for all that you’ve been doing around here. You aren’t just a secretary anymore, Stella, you’re like a personal assistant, and so much more.” I smiled, but I could see by the look on her face she was still clearly feeling torn.
“I don’t want to intrude or impose,” she said. “I feel like you’ve done an awful lot for me already.”
“If you were imposing, I wouldn’t have told you that I wanted you to be there,” I replied. “Like I said, it’s senseless to have everything just sitting there without anyone living there. Besides, if you were to move in you could be doing me a service. At least then I would know everything is being taken care of when I’m at the hospital with Kellie.”
She was silent for a moment, looking down at her wrinkled clothing. Her chest rose and fell, and I got the impression she was fighting tears even more than before. I fought the urge to rush over and take her in my arms, but the last thing I wanted was to make her feel even more uncomfortable.
It was strange enough she was in my office at this hour. If someone else were to show up, we would both have a lot of explaining to do, even if nothing had happened between us.
“And what about Bella?” she asked at last.
I smiled. It was as though that was the last reason she could think of to not stay at my place, and I wasn’t going to let her use it. “Bella is more than welcome to stay with you as long as you’re there. Don’t worry; I want you to come.”
She looked from me down to the floor, then over at her dog. “What do you think, Bella? You want to go live in a fancy apartment for a while?”
The dog wiggled and barked, and she smiled. “I guess that means yes.”
“Excellent. Come on; we should get you over there and settled in. I’m sure you want to freshen up before you have to come back in here for work,” I said with a smile. She looked down at herself once more, and I could see she was feeling embarrassed. “Not that you don’t always look amazing.”
She smiled up at me. “I don’t know about that, but I’ll take you up on your offer.”
She put the rest of her things in the bags, and I insisted on helping her carry them. We walked down to the street, and she looked indecisive, and I suddenly realized she didn’t know whether she ought to take her car or if we were taking mine.
“Come on, I’ll drive you. I can drop you off back here on my way back to the hospital, and you can take your car to my place after work.” I smiled and put my hand on her lower back. We piled her things in my car, but she didn’t say much until we got back to my house.
I set her bags down on the floor next to the couch, and she put her hands on her hips. Neither of us spoke, then she turned to me. At once, we were in each other’s arms, kissing fiercely.
Chapter 22
I kissed Anthony with all the same passion he had kissing me. My lips parted and I licked his lips before teasing the inside of his mouth. I could feel him growing more aroused, and I slid my hands down the front of his pants, rubbing him and exciting him. I knew how to get him turned on. Since the first time we had had sex, I had been dying to do it again.
The way he looked at me in the office told me he felt the same way, and now that we had the chance to be alone together, we were both going to take full advantage of it. Of course, I didn’t want him to think that I was just sleeping with him to have a place to stay. I wanted to fuck him, but I didn’t want to fuck him in exchange for anything.
This was lust. This was passion, and that’s all that it was. I had to have him inside me because that’s what I needed. It had nothing to do with my situation.
But, the more he kissed me, the more those thoughts faded, and the more I only cared about him fucking me. I wanted him. I needed him.
He pushed me back onto the couch, falling on top of me much the same as he had the first time we had fucked. But, this time, I was going to be in more control. I wasn’t the kind of woman to be taken every time. There were certainly times I was going to do the taking, and I meant for it to happen now. I was going to show him what I was able to do, and I could feel his anticipation.
We tore at each other’s clothes. Me unzipping his jeans and pulling his shirt up and over his head, he grabbing at my wrinkled work clothes I had worn the day before, unzipping my skirt and pulling it down to my ankles. He was gentler undressing me than I was undressing him, but it was only seconds before we were both naked. We were half on the couch, half on the floor, but our breathing had deepened, and the smell of sex was in the air.
I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I had to be on top of him. I had to have him inside me. I wasn’t going just to lie down and have him take me as he did before. This time, I was going to show him there were two bosses in this relationship.
I tried to get up, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned me down. He didn’t say anything, pushing on me with a gentle passion. I knew I could get up if I wanted to, but he wanted control as badly as I wanted it. It was hot, passionate, and I had to have him.
He lowered his hips, teasing me with his cock. I knew he was enjoying my need to have him, as he clearly had before. He knew he was massive, and he knew that I was practically begging to have him. He shifted himself over me, running his cock between the lips of my dripping pussy.
He pressed the head of his cock against my tight slit, teasing me with it once more. His hands were on either side of my face, his chest pressed against my tits.
“I need to be inside you,” he breathed. I nodded. My eyes were closed; my face pointed toward the ceiling. There was something so mesmerizing about him, and I couldn’t say no. It was as though he drained my energy from me, taking me in ways I had never been taken before. He knew what he wanted, and he was going to get it.
With a single thrust, he was inside me. I cried out in surprise, shifting myself to allow him to go even deeper. The deeper he could get, the better. He filled me like no one else, and I had to feel him in every part of my being. He shifted his hips once more, gliding slowly in and out of me. I moaned with each thrust, pulling at where he had pinned me down.
I liked the feeling of him taking me. I liked to feel so desirable that he couldn’t control himself. I liked to feel all the power of him under my control. He was enveloping me. Inside me, all around me. Taking me in every way possible. He was thrusting into me deeper and faster, causing me to cry out and moan, beg and plead with him to take me harder.
“Turn around,” he commanded suddenly. He pulled himself out of me, and I realized he had been taking me so strongly, I could hardly stand. I shakily turned, rising to my feet and using the back of the couch for support. I bent one of my knees, standing on one leg and resting on the other, spreading them and opening myself up to him.
We were both so wet, he easily glided back inside me, but I couldn’t help but mo
an once more. I loved the feeling of him filling me, but he heightened the experience grabbing my hair and yanking my head back. He ran his other hand over me, cupping my tit in his palm, squeezing me before running his hands down my back.
He held me firmly in place, pumping into me from behind, his hands now grasping at my hips. I felt him go deeper than before, and I moaned, raising my ass in the air.
“Fill me, baby; fill me up!” I breathed as he continued to thrust. The sound of his hips slapping against my ass filled the air, and we both moaned with the sensation. He reached around the front of me, massaging my clit and sending more waves of pleasure through me. I couldn’t take it any longer.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried out.
“Cum for me!” he replied. He held me as he thrust, and I felt the tension in my body explode into waves of pleasure. The sensation was so strong, I nearly saw stars in front of my face, and I had to have him support me to keep me from collapsing on the couch.
He wasn’t far behind, thrusting into me with a newfound strength. I braced myself, standing as tall for him as possible. I loved it when he went deeper, and the faster he went, the deeper he felt.
Suddenly, he gasped out a moan and held me firmer than before, pushing into me harder than ever. I felt his cock jump and twitch inside me, emptying his massive load deep into my pussy. He held me in place, running his hands over my back, clearly as satisfied as I was.
Then, with a fluid motion, we both slid down onto the couch, sighing with satisfaction and catching our breath. It was the perfect moment, and there was a large part of me that wished it would never end.
But it wasn’t long before he had to get up.
Anthony’s phone chimed, and he shifted on the couch. He was lying behind me, making it super cramped for both of us, but he shifted himself so lean over the top of me. I closed my eyes as he kissed me on the forehead, sliding over me and standing on the floor.
“I should really be getting back to Kellie. I was hoping to slip out and get a few things done before she woke up, but hey, I got a little sidetracked along the way…” He winked at me, and I smiled. I would have blushed, but there was something about him that gave me confidence. I could have stood naked before him doing just about anything, and I would have felt all the assurance of a queen.
“I’m going to take a shower and get dressed; then I’m going to head down to the office myself. There are a few things I want to get done before everyone else starts showing up, if I can,” I replied. I rose from the couch, as well, looking around for my clothing.
I wasn’t going to put on the same thing I had worn the day before. Sleeping in it caused it to be wrinkled, and I figured it would be better to go with something that was less careless looking. I knew Jace and Molly wouldn’t care, but leading the office as I had been with Kellie in the hospital made me want to look more put together than I normally cared to.
Anthony nodded. “Alright. Take your time and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be in and out over the next few days I’m sure. Help yourself to anything in the fridge or the cupboards, and keep in mind you might have to go to the store to get a few fresh things.”
He smiled as he finished putting on his clothes, and I nodded. I gathered my things and nodded, thanking him once more.
“Don’t mention it,” he replied. He didn’t wait for me to answer, and I was glad. I slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, eager to get in and get clean. As the water hit my naked body and sent goosebumps from my head to my toes, I couldn’t help but smile and shake my head to myself.
Never would I have thought before that I would be in this kind of situation, and never would I have considered that I would be happy about it. I knew I was falling in love with Anthony, and though I was scared, I wasn’t going to let it stop me. The fact of the matter was that I didn’t want to not fall in love with him. I didn’t want to hold myself back.
The way he moved me into his apartment without giving it a second thought — it was clear he also cared very deeply for me. Perhaps it was love; perhaps it was an attachment that was sure to grow into love with time. Either way, I knew I had made the right decision coming here, and I couldn’t shake him out of my mind.
Part of me wished I had called him the night before, but there was another part of me that was glad I had not. I didn’t want him to think that I was needy, but at the same time, there was something about the way he insisted on taking care of me that thrilled me to the core. I was glad he had decided to stop by the office that morning, and I was glad I had opened up to him the way that I had.
He would take care of me. I meant what I said to him before about being strong enough for both of us, but he proved that he could be strong enough for me, too.
Together, we formed a team, and perhaps one day, we could also be a family.
No, not perhaps. In my mind, I was certain.
We would be a family.
Chapter 23
“Get the rest of your stuff, pumpkin; we’re going home today!” I laughed as I walked into Kellie’s room. It was the first I’d laughed in ages, and it felt good. I had just finished speaking with her doctor, and he gave me the all clear to take her home. One of the nurses was getting the discharge papers, and in no time at all, I would have her packed up in the car, and we’d be on our way home.
Over the length of time she’d been there, it looked like she had completely moved in. Slowly but surely, Stella and I had moved wig after wig and plenty of her toys to the hospital, making it look more like her room than her actual room at home did right now.
Stella had asked me if I wanted to move some of her wigs she wasn’t wearing back to the house, but I told her to leave them. I didn’t know if Kellie was going to want one specifically on short notice, and the last thing I wanted was to send the wrong one home.
I asked her if she wanted to choose a couple to keep, but she insisted that there was a place for each one. After all, she pointed out she was the only one who would be staying in the room until she was allowed to go home, so there really wasn’t any problem with her keeping her things there.
I had to agree with that logic, and I allowed her to keep it all.
I allowed Kellie to get away with most of what she wanted these days. Even though it did appear as though the new medication was working, I still didn’t like the idea of her in pain or dealing with the cancer, so I allowed her to live the kind of life she wanted to live. The happier I made her, the happier I myself was.
It had been two weeks since I told Stella she could stay at my place, and it had proven to be two of the best weeks I had had in a long time. I would catch her alone every now and then, and we enjoyed each other’s bodies as much as we liked.
Of course, I also had the benefit of not having to worry about the apartment when I wasn’t there. Stella was keeping an eye on things, and her dog didn’t cause any trouble at all. In fact, I was beginning to wonder if I had been wrong in telling Kellie a dog wouldn’t be a good idea.
Now that we were heading home, I wondered how I was going to tell Kellie that Stella was staying with us. I didn’t think she would mind, but I didn’t want her to feel strange about it. I still hadn’t heard from her mother, and I didn’t like to think about the fact Kellie never brought it up.
There was a part of me that wondered if she didn’t care, and there was another part of me that wondered if she truly didn’t notice. It wasn’t as though she had had the best relationship with her mother in the past, and I didn’t think she would really care that her mother wasn’t in the picture now.
But then, we had never discussed how she would feel about Stella moving in. It wasn’t something that had crossed my mind before finding her on the floor of my office, and I didn’t find the right time to bring it up to her after.
It was just something I would have to deal with when we got home.
“Bella! What are you doing here?” Kellie ran to the dog and threw her arms around it, falling to her knees and holding the w
iggling creature close to her body. She was home now, and though she didn’t like going bald in public, she had let her wig fall free when we walked through the door.
Now, seeing her with the little dog resting against her body, I was glad Stella had moved in. Of course, she wasn’t at home right now, having to be down at the office, but with the dog there, I now had a way to bring up the fact Stella had moved in.
“What’s Bella doing here, Dad?” Kellie asked, looking over her shoulder at me. I walked over to her and knelt down, rubbing my hands on both sides of the dog.
“Well, honey, I was going to tell you, but there have been so many things going on I didn’t have the chance. It turns out Stella doesn’t have a house to live in right now, so I told her she could stay with us for a while. Is that okay with you?” I looked at her with raised eyebrows, and Kellie gave me a confused look.
“Why doesn’t she have a place to stay?”
“Well, honey, sometimes even grownups have problems. When that happens, they need to depend on their loved ones to help them out. Do you think you and I can help Stella out?” I wanted to involve Kellie, but at the same time, I didn’t know how much to tell her.
I didn’t want to drag her into Stella’s business, and I didn’t think it would be appropriate to bring up the fact Stella didn’t get along with her mother. Even though I knew Kellie would be able to relate to a degree, she was far too young to be brought into such things.
She’d had enough of her innocence robbed with the illness she was battling. It wasn’t fair to rob her of more by involving her in issues that had nothing to do with her.
“Does that mean Bella gets to stay with us, too?” She leaned down and pressed her face against the dog as she spoke, and I laughed once more. This had become a lot easier than I thought it would be, and if that little dog meant she was going to be happy with Stella living with us, then it was fine by me.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way,” I said.
