by Elisa Leigh
“Do you like pizza, Oliver?”
He smiles and shakes his head up and down.
“Me, too. What is your favorite kind?”
“I like pineapple and sausage, but mom doesn’t let me get it most of the time because she says it’s a waste when I only eat a couple of pieces.”
“Next time I’ll get you pineapple and sausage then. Do you think you’ll eat cheese or pepperoni?” I ask.
He nods his head. “Yeah, cheese is my second favorite.”
“Cheese is my favorite, too.” I wink.
“Oliver, go wash your hands for dinner. Use soap.” Belle says sternly from the kitchen.
“Okay, Mom.” Oliver runs out of the room and into one of the doors down the hall and flicks the light on.
I start laughing at the kid and turn to look at Belle. She rolls her eyes. “He’ll put his hands under water for like two seconds and thinks his hands are clean.”
Belle takes plates down and I grab them from her and place them at the small square table that seats four which is squeezed into a dining space off the kitchen. There are already napkins on the table, so I put one next to each plate.
“What would you like to drink? I have milk, water, and juice.” She says.
“I’ll take some water, please.” She pours some water from a container she has in the refrigerator and hands the glass to me. Then she grabs a plastic cup with Spiderman on it and pours some milk into it.
“This is yours, right?” I ask Belle, taking the cup from her and setting it on the table.
At first, she looks at me like I’m crazy, then she laughs. “I thought you were being serious there for a minute.”
Oliver comes back and sits down in front of the Spiderman cup and waits for everyone to sit down. Belle has done a great job with Oliver. I know my mother would get a kick out of him.
Belle pours herself some water as well and carries it to the table, setting it down in front of the plate that doesn’t have a glass in front of it. I wait until she sits before I sit down across from her.
“I didn’t know where everyone usually sits. I hope this is okay.” I tell Belle and Oliver.
“It’s fine, thank you for bringing dinner and helping me set the table.”
“Mom, can we eat now? I’m kind of starving here.” Oliver asks making both of us laugh.
“Yes, but first the blessing.” She tells him.
“Can I say it?” Oliver asks.
“Of course.” Belle answers.
Oliver grabs both Belle’s and my hand. I hold out my hand for Belle to take and she places her soft hand in mine. I hold it firmly, stroking my thumb across the pulse point in her wrist which jumps every time I rub my thumb over it.
Oliver bows his head and I follow.
“God is great! God is good! Let us thank Him for our food. By his hand, we all are fed, thank your lord for our daily bread. Amen.”
“Amen.” Belle and I say together.
I open the pizza box and put a slice of cheese on Oliver’s plate then look at Belle. “What would you like?”
She gives me a weird look. “I’ll have pepperoni, two pieces,please.” She hands me her plate and I put her pizza on it and hand it back to her. “Thank you. Oliver, what do you say to Mr. Cox, I mean Jefferson?”
“Thank you,” he mumbles around his pizza he that’s in his mouth.
“You’re welcome.” I say with an indulging smile.
We sit and eat in comfortable silence until Oliver has finished his first piece of pizza. “Can I have another piece?”
“Of course, little man. Cheese again?”
“Yep.”
“Hey, Jefferson, do you like Spiderman?”
“Spiderman was my favorite comic book character when I was a kid.”
“What is a comic book?”
“It's kind of like a magazine, but it has a lot of pictures and tells a story.” Oliver nods, but I can tell he still doesn’t understand. “How about I get you one and show you?”
His eyes go wide. “Yes, please! Me and Mom are going to watch the new Spiderman movie after my bath tonight, do you want to watch it with us?”
“Oh, I’m sure Jefferson is busy, Oliver. I don’t-”
“As long as it’s okay with your Mom, I’d love to stay and watch it with you.” I interrupt, not letting her kick me out this early.
“Really? That’s awesome! Mommy, please say yes, please!” Oliver begs.
Belle looks hesitant to agree, but she gives in. “Okay, but you have to take your bath first, and if you don’t come out smelling like soap, the movie is off and you’re going straight to bed.”
“Ballbuster.” I say quietly and cough.
She glares at me and I wink at her. She rolls her eyes and looks away with a small smile.
“I promise. I will wash my hair and my armpits and my butt.”
I choke on the pizza in my mouth trying not to laugh at the kid.
“Are you okay, Jefferson?” Oliver asks.
I clear my throat and take a sip of water. “Yeah, Oliver, I’m fine.”
When we finish eating Belle goes and helps Oliver get his bath started. When she comes back, I’ve cleaned everything up and I’m wiping down the counters.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t a big deal.”
She smiles nervously, walking into the kitchen, standing a few feet away. “Thank you for dinner, Jefferson. It was very kind of you.”
Dropping the kitchen towel, I step closer to her. “Belle, I’m sorry for how I treated you today. It was uncalled for and I won’t let it happen again.” I’m dying to touch her.
She nods. “Is that why you brought pizza over?”
“No, well maybe. I wanted to see you and bringing a pizza seemed as good of an excuse to do it.”
“You don’t need an excuse to see me, Jefferson.” She breathes out and I barely hear it.
Chapter Seven
Belle
Jefferson’s eyes drop to my lips.
“No?”
Oh my god, I said that out loud? I shake my head no. Jefferson takes another step closer to me and lifts my chin up, placing a soft kiss against my lips.
I’ve been dreaming about this man kissing me for weeks and it doesn’t come close to what it felt like in my dreams. I open my mouth and run my tongue against his lips, dying to taste him, to know him in this way.
As soon as my tongue touches his lips, his mouth opens and his hand tangles in my hair pulling me closer. Wrapping my arms around his back, I hold onto him while we share a deep passionate kiss.
“Fuck, Belle. You’re so fucking sweet, my Angel. Why the hell did I wait this long?”
I’m about to say something when I hear Oliver coming out of the bathroom. “I’m done. I’m ready to watch the movie now.” He calls coming down the hall into the living room.
I back away from Jefferson putting at least five feet between us. Oliver can’t see me and Jefferson like this. I press my fingers to my lips trying to keep that feeling with me a moment longer.
When Oliver peaks his head into the kitchen he looks between Jefferson and I and quirks his head. “You guys ready? I have it on the t.v.”
“Yeah, buddy, let’s go watch the movie.” I look at Jefferson and then walk out of the kitchen.
A minute later, Jefferson follows us out and sits down on the opposite side of the couch, Oliver sitting between us.
Halfway through the movie, I notice Oliver is fast asleep. I turn the t.v. off and I’m about to pick Oliver up to carry him to his room, when Jefferson stands and picks him up, then looks at me. I lead the way to his room and Jefferson sets him down in his bed and covers him up, even putting the small stuffed Spiderman in Oliver’s arms. When he steps back, I pull up the covers a little more and drop a kiss on Oliver’s forehead.
“He’s a great kid, Belle,” Jefferson whispers.
I smile and nod. “Come on, let’s go,” I whisper back.
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p; Jefferson closes the door, leaving it open a crack. We’re barely in the living room when he pushes me up against the wall and takes my mouth in a searing, wet kiss. Picking me up with his hands on my ass, he grinds his hard cock against my center. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Belle. So fucking long.” He says low, making my pussy wetter than it already was.
“Jefferson, what are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why the fuck not?” He groans, kissing down my neck and between my breasts.
“Because you’re my boss.” I moan as he pulls my shirt down in the front, over my bra.
“Fuck that. You know there’s more between us than that, Belle. You feel this fire burning between us.”
I push my pussy against his hard shaft and pleasure rolls through me.
“That’s right, Angel. Take your pleasure from me.”
“Oh god, Jefferson, you can’t keep talking to me like this.”
“Why not? I’m tired of not going after the one thing I want. I haven’t wanted a woman in longer than I can remember, because none of them were worth my time until you came along and burst into my life, like a fucking firecracker. Belle, you’re everything that I could have ever hoped to find in a woman and more. I’m not stopping until you’re mine.”
He kisses me long and hard then pulls my shirt off and over my head. While kissing me, he unsnaps my bra. “Belle, you’re body is so damn sexy.”
He has no idea what he’s said does for my confidence. No one has seen me naked since before I had Oliver. My thighs and hips are thicker and my belly is softer with a small swell to it from giving birth. I’m not what I would think of as sexy, but if he likes the way I look, I’m not going to worry about it and ruin this moment.
He carries me over to the couch and sits down with me straddling his lap. We make out like two sex crazed teens, our hands exploring the bodies we crave. I pull his shirt over his head and run my fingers through the soft black curls on his chest. When he grabs my breasts and pulls on my nipples I thrust my pussy against him and we both moan at the pleasure it brings us.
Jefferson’s large hands roam down my back and over my ass. He squeezes my cheeks and pulls me forward against his massive cock, that his jeans aren’t hiding from me. We find a rhythm, with him pulling me against him and me rocking my pussy.
“I’m getting close, so close.” I moan.
He flips me over, so I’m lying against the length of the couch, and lays between my spread thighs. Grabbing my breasts, he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth and sucks on it hard before switching to the other. My pussy throbs with the need to come and if he keeps doing this, I might not last long. I reach my hand down and find the button of his jeans, and pull it free, then zip down the zipper. Pushing my hand into his briefs, I grip his massive cock that’s wet with his precum in my hand. He bites down on my nipple and shoves his cock back and forth through my hand.
Jefferson reaches down to find my button, but doesn’t find one and sits up to look.
“They’re jeggings, you just pull them off.” I babble, still stroking his hard dick.
His eyes are full of hunger. “Perfect.” He growls and pulls them and my panties down my legs, throwing them to the floor.
As soon as the cool air hits my pussy, my sex crazed mind clears enough to worry about being caught like this.
“Wait. Jefferson, please.”
Jefferson stops immediately. “What’s wrong?”
“Let’s take this to my bedroom. I don’t want-”
“I get it, Angel.” He stands, and lifts me in his arms and carries me to the other bedroom then closes the door and locks it. Thank goodness our rooms aren’t side by side.
Chapter Eight
Jefferson
Dropping Belle on her perfectly made bed, I turn the lamp on that’s next to the bed and finally get a good look at the woman that’s been driving me insane for far too long.
“So beautiful.” I murmur.
I undress, and slide between my Angel’s thick thighs. God, I love how luscious she feels against me. “Angel, if we do this, that makes you mine. Mine in all sense of the word. You’ll be my woman, Oliver will be my son, we’ll be a family.”
“Jefferson, this is too fast. We just started this.”
“Angel, you know me. You know me better than anyone. You might not know my history, but you know who I am as a man. Just like I know your heart is good and you make me madder than a viper and harder than granite. I’ll spend the rest of my life learning everything there is to know about you, but I’m done waiting for what I know is inevitable because one look at you and I knew I couldn’t let you walk away. I want everything with you, and I want it now.”
“Yes, Jefferson. I’m yours. Take me now and make me your woman.”
Belle
Jefferson grabs my hands and raises them over my head, and holds them in one of his hands. Lining his dick up at my entrance, he slowly pushes it through my folds and deep into my pussy. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the intense pleasure fills my soul.
“Fuck your tight, Angel. So fucking tight. But you feel so good!” He moans.
“Mmm, please don’t stop, Jefferson. Make love to me. I need you.”
He kisses me deeply and strokes in and out of my pussy slowly at first. The more we kiss the faster he thrusts inside my pussy. I’m so wet, slicking the way for him to get deeper than before.
“I’m going to put a baby in you, Belle. I’m going to cum so hard and so much there’s no way a baby isn’t growing inside you by tonight.”
My pussy contracts at his words. My secret desires coming true.
“You want that, don’t you, Belle? You want my cum dripping out of this pussy, marking you as mine.”
“Yesss.” I moan.
He sucks one of my nipples into my mouth and thrusts harder and harder, the loud sound of our bodies smacking together is the only thing that can be heard, besides our panting breaths.
“Are you close, Angel?”
I nod unable to speak.
Jefferson smirks down at me and pushes his hand between our bodies and rubs his thumb against my clit. And that’s all I need.
“Jefferson, oooh, I’m coming.” I moan as I feel sparks and fly over the edge.
Jefferson holds my hands tightly and squeezes my hip in his other hand, barreling into me harder and harder, until he jerks and comes with me, filling me full of his cum. He slows down his thrusts and eventually stops.
“I love you, Belle.”
“I love you, too, Jefferson.”
He kisses my forehead and then my lips as he pulls out of me. When he gets up and goes to my bathroom, I worry that he’s about to leave, after getting what he came here for. That what he said was only in the heat of the moment. He returns with a wet washcloth and cleans the evidence of our lovemaking up. That was unexpectedly sweet of him. When he’s done, he tosses the wet rag into my dirty clothes basket and crawls back in bed with me.
“Come here, Angel.” He says, holding open his arm.”
I snuggle into him as he covers us up. I’m in awe of this man holding me close. How did today go from the worst to all of my dreams coming true? I still can’t believe that he wants me, like really wants me to be his.
“Do you think Oliver heard us?” I wonder aloud.
“If he did, he probably would have tried to come in.”
I groan. “I should put some clothes on, just in case. So should you.” I say as I look down at his naked chest.
I sit up, and as I stand up Jefferson puts his hand on my arm to stop me. “Should I leave? I don’t want to leave, but I will if it’s easier on you.”
“Am I your woman now?” I ask, needing to hear him say it.
“You're my woman, Belle. You’re mine. Oliver’s mine. Starting now it’s us against the world.”
“Then I want you to stay, but we still need to get clothes on just in case.”
“Okay, Angel.”
Jefferson puts on hi
s boxer briefs and gets back into bed. I pull on some boyshorts and a tank top and snuggle back against his side. I fall asleep in his arms, feeling happy and content for the first time in a long time.
“Mommy, are there going to be kids at this party?” Oliver asks while I help him get dressed for the annual Fourth of July party that Cox Enterprises throws every year for its employees.
“I’m sure there will be, buddy.”
“Why did Jefferson leave? Will he be back?” He asks, fidgeting with the red polo shirt he’s wearing.
“He had to go home and change, then he’s picking us up and taking us to the party with him. Is that okay?” I ask, worried that this all a little too fast and new for him.
He smiles wide. “Yes! Jefferson is nice. Did you know he’s getting me a Spiderman Comic?”
“I’m glad you like him, Olly. You make sure to tell him ‘thank you’ when he gives it to you, okay?”
Oliver rolls his eyes at me. “I know that, Mommy.”
Gah, he looks so stinking cute in his shirt and blue shorts that have little white stars all over them. My little handsome guy.
I’m wearing a red and white striped maxi dress with pretty blue earrings. My long brown hair is down and I’m wearing a touch of mascara and lipgloss. I’m terribly nervous, waiting for Jefferson to come back and pick us up. I’ve met his father, brother, and cousins at the office, but it’s always been business talk. This is going to be different now that I’m coming with Jefferson as his woman, not his assistant. Plus, his mom is going to be there.
Yesterday, I was just his temporary personal assistant and today we’re so much more.
Chapter Nine
Jefferson
I walk with my hand behind Belle’s back toward where my parents are standing under the large white tent that’s set up with the open bar, tables, and food. The large grassy area is heavily decorated in red, white, and blue, just like it always is. My parents love this holiday, my whole family does. That’s why we’re all named after presidents.
