by Jamie Knight
“Oh, God! I’m going to, I’m going to—”
“Will you marry me?” I demanded again.
“Oh, God! Yes! I’ll marry you!” she said. At that moment, her entire body spasmed as she came again and again. “Oh, fuck!” she cried. “Holy shit. Oh, God.” She was shaking from the orgasm.
“As soon as the quarantine is over, I’ll marry you,” she promised. “Is that fair?”
I reached for the controls again. She gasped.
“That’s fair,” I said, lowering my hand.
Setting down the phone, I released her restraints and took her into my arms. She removed the vibrator and set it aside.
“I’m glad you said yes,” I smiled.
“You’re very persuasive,” Sandra grinned.
“Well, I have effective methods,” I added.
“On that, I think we can agree!” she laughed.
I carried her to the bathroom and set her in a tub. Previously, I had filled it with hot water. By now, it had cooled to the perfect temperature. Flower petals were floating on top, and it smelled of lavender.
“Mmm, this is nice,” said Sandra. “You take care of me so well.”
“You’re my pet,” I said. “You’re my responsibility, my love.”
“My love,” she repeated. “I like the sound of that.”
We kissed, then I began the bath as I envisioned. Using a luffa, I coated it with a light layer of soap. The soap was handmade liquid soap that smelled like apricots. It was quite remarkable and all-natural. I gestured for Sandra to stand and helped her to her feet.
I began by soaping her shoulders, her arms, her breasts, her torso, her back, her buttocks, between her legs, her legs, and that was it. Her feet were too far underwater and would have to be done later.
Then, cupping the water using my hands, I gently rinsed her, moving my palms along her body to push the suds away. This took several minutes, and then I held her hand as she sat back into the water.
Next, I lifted her feet up and soaped her feet with my hands. It was a very sensual experience. I wasn’t a foot fetish guy, but I had long understood the appeal. Sandra did have beautiful feet, and she made noises of pleasure as my hands caressed them.
“Oh, that’s so nice,” she smiled. “This is something I could get used to.”
“You make this easy,” I commented. “Your feet are beautiful, and you say such complimentary things.”
“You’re a beautiful man, Jack,” she added. “Have I ever said that? I mean your soul, not your body. You’re just beautiful.”
“Thank you, my love.”
Next, I did her face with a unique scrub that smelled like avocado. Then finally, the hair. The shampoo was also an apricot smelling soap, made by the same people. She luxuriated in the soaping up, and I used warm water from the sink to do the rinse while simultaneously draining the tub. By the time Sandra was rinsed off, the water had drained away.
She stood up, and I dried her off with a towel. Then I handed her a bathrobe. We had had one with our names embroider over the pockets.
“That was so nice,” she smiled.
We kissed again and retired to the bedroom. She was glowing. I took excellent care of my pet.
“Jack,” she said. “I’m sorry if I doubted you. You know, I guess I doubted myself too. You were good to me in a lot of ways. I just—”
“It’s okay, Sandra,” I said. “We both made mistakes. We’re only human. The important thing is now, we’re together, and we trust each other.”
“I do trust you,” she said sincerely. “I want you to know that. I trust you with my life.”
“As I do you.”
Sandra dried her hair using the gentlest setting on the hairdryer. I pulled down the comforter, preparing our bed. In some ways, we were fortunate that the virus had given us an extended honeymoon. The firm still did business, but a lot of the work had slowed from smaller clients.
Sandra got into bed, and we held each other. There was a warmness there that I had been missing from my life for ten years. The closeness came from our hearts, and we were lucky to have it.
“I love you, Sandra,” I whispered.
“I love you too, Jack,” she responded.
That was all that needed to be said. We drifted to sleep and dreamed of the future together.
Epilogue - Sandra
Several months later, I was back in court. The firm had allowed me to take on a civil case for a local construction company. With some amount of effort, I and my pregnant belly had won the case. But going on seven months, I had to prepare to bow out of the firm for a while. This baby wasn’t going to birth itself.
I met Jack at a local restaurant called Sadie’s. The place had plenty of windows and an advanced air filtration system that allegedly swept for anything, including the virus. DeBlasio had, after the general election, finally eased restrictions. He didn’t have much of a choice since the city was going broke.
“We don’t have much time for lunch, wifey,” Jack reminded me. “I have to take you for that ultrasound today.”
“Oh, seriously? That’s today?” I whined. “C’mon, I just won my case. I want to have fun.”
“Baby first, then fun,” he said.
Sadie’s served a ridiculous steak salad that cost fifty dollars but tasted like a hundred. With some modifications, I was allowed to eat it. Jack ordered the same thing but drowned his in dressing.
Grabbing an Uber, we headed across town to my doctor’s office. The city had been steadily falling apart for months, but Jack and I spent our weekends and some days in the Hampton house. After the baby was born, we decided it would be the best spot to raise the kids.
At the doctor’s office, the ultrasound was surprisingly quick. The baby got a green bill of health. Jack and I kissed after seeing our baby for the first time.
“I promise to love you forever,” he whispered.
Jack was so romantic. God, I loved him.
Later, we got into a car to go home. With the merger completed, we could afford a limo on Fridays to get back out into the Hamptons. It was pretty relaxing and had a bar, not that I could drink anything.
“Congrats on your win,” Jack said, toasting me. “Don’t worry, I’ll drink for two.”
“Oh, ha-ha,” I said mockingly. “What’s the firm got lined up for me after?”
“Nothing,” he reminded me. “You’re staying home now, remember?”
“Did I agree to that?”
“Yes!” he laughed. “And in fact, you were supposed to start maternity leave last week. You have to relax for the baby.”
“Oh, pish-posh,” I dismissed. “Women have been giving birth for thousands of years, and they just stand up while farming in a field.”
“They also died in childbirth a bunch of times,” he countered. “Do you suddenly have a problem with staying at home?”
“Not really,” I sighed. “It just feels like I’ll be out of the action. The firm has so many cases.”
“You’re not missing that much,” he assured me. “Most of them are lawsuits against the city for wrongful shutdowns. If the other firms ever get their act together, we’ll turn it into a class action, and there’d be even less to do.”
“You’ll keep me apprised, right?”
“Yes. Just have the kid, please,” Jack requested. “You have to relax, Sandra.”
“I am, I am,” I promised. “I’m just excited and a little anxious. Did you talk to Kelton today? How does he like Indiana?”
“Says it’s great,” Jack relayed. “He’s in a small firm and a nice suburban town. His New York bonfires helped him go right in as a partner.”
“Do you think that’s what we should do?” I asked, looking out the window at the decaying city. “New York seems to be stable now, right?”
“Well, the tax base is mostly gone,” noted Jack. “The firm’s gotten hit with so many extra taxes for just operating here. They’re serio
usly thinking about taking the whole thing to upstate.”
“That sounds rural,” I noted.
“And freezing cold,” Jack added.
“Something to think about. Maybe I can do some research.”
“At home,” he insisted. “I swear, if you don’t stay at home, I’ve got a new pair of handcuffs, and I am not afraid to use them.”
We got inside, and I was anxious to get Jack inside of me. It was appropriate that we celebrate my victory in court. We went straight up to the bedroom, stripped down, and started kissing. Jack laid me down on the bed, my extended belly was a little bit in the way, but it didn’t seem to bother Jack. Noticing my distress, he kissed it.
Jack kept kissing me, and I soon found him lapping at my front doors. I spread my legs apart, and he cupped my buttocks while he ate me out. His tongue probed me and licked my folds and clit. We couldn’t play rough anymore, but his gentle touch in the right spot, it was heaven. He had me shivering within a matter of minutes.
We laid on the bed in a sideways sixty-nine, and I took his rigid cock into my mouth. I was sucking and licking while we both moaned in pleasure. Finally, unable to stand it, Jack repositioned me so he could enter me on the bed.
Opening my legs and my arms, I let him take me. He made sweet, gentle love to me. It wasn’t sex, it was love. His strokes were so tender, it was a slow build. The orgasm was slow too, and it washed over me like a warm breeze in the summer. I could feel his seed inside me, and it filled me with additional warmth.
“Mmmm, that was good, sir,” I said, rolling over to be the little spoon. “You know how to celebrate.”
“Get plenty of sleep, my love,” he said. “Because in two months, that’s over.”
We both laughed. Now that we were married and with a kid on the way, our family time was just beginning. With the two of us, we had found hope in each other’s arms. Jack’s former pain had disappeared, and our love for each other grew stronger with each passing day.
“So, you think a small town would be the right move?” I asked in my comfortable position.
“I think so,” he stated. “From what Kelton says, he and the family are very happy in the suburbs.”
“Wouldn’t you miss Manhattan?”
“The only reason I was here was to become successful and meet women,” he admitted. “Now that I’ve met the woman, I’m not sure I need the rest. I mean, we have money. Why not go somewhere that’s more comfortable?”
Although I would miss seeing my cousins regularly, Jack and I eventually did move out to the suburbs of Ohio. We weren’t far from Kelton and could drive for a visit once in a while. Our house was modest in a suburban, middle-class neighborhood with good schools. Jack even got me a white picket fence, just to be corny.
I love that corny man, and I’m never letting him go!
THE END
Bad Attitude
A Fake Fiancé Romance
Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Liam
I had told all the jokes.
God created the Devil so people wouldn't blame everything on God, and the Devil created lawyers so people wouldn't blame everything on the Devil.
What do you call 10,000 lawyers at the bottom of the ocean? A good start.
So, it was fair to say that finding myself in need of a lawyer was not the kind of situation I was fond of. And yet, stepping into that office changed my whole life.
The Howell and Howell law firm’s building wasn't as grandiose as one would expect given the firm's billion-dollar status. There was no black, glass office buildings for them. Instead, the offices were housed in a five-floor, red brick, classic building with a flat roof. It was an antique they held onto mostly through the efficacy of their pool of property lawyers. There were always land developers trying to knock it down, the building being in a prime location. Yet, despite nearly ten years of trying, none had yet to succeed.
I liked a firm that stuck to their guns. That was what I needed by my side.
I walked towards the late added elevator, leaning on my cane harder than usual — my destroyed hip aching with the change in weather. I usually tried to hide my cane when I had to take meetings for work. Pulling more tricks than FDR to keep anyone from knowing the extent of my wartime injury, aside from my most trusted staff. It just wasn't good optics for the founder and president of Black Flag Security to have such an outward show of weakness, never mind the fact that it was literally caused by shrapnel.
Ann Howell, one of the partners here, had been really awesome helping me with a dispute over a building I owned, and happily, we were down to the last of the negotiations and just a few papers for me to sign today. I'd gotten Howell and Howell's name from Carl, one of my buddies from my former army unit, who now worked for me, and I was glad that I did.
The elevator made some disconcerting sounds as it cranked its way from the ground floor up to the fifth, but I ignored that. On the upside, the doors opened at the front desk of Ann's office. Her brother Jim was up here on the top floor too, the corridor behind the desk splitting off in two directions, Ann to the left and Jim to the right, but it was Ann I was here to see.
“Morning, Mr. Adams!” Ann's assistant Vicky said with a bright smile. Her flaming, red hair, pulled up into a ponytail, swung behind her shoulder.
Vicky was bubbly. She was also Ann's sister-in-law, which I figured would make their working relationship either easier or really awkward. Everything I had seen to that point suggested the former.
“Is she here?” I asked, trying to not lean on my cane so much. Even though I had an appointment, I knew full well Ann could get called into court at any time.
“Of course, she is expecting you,” Vicky said, getting up from behind her desk.
Following Vicky to the corridor, trying to keep pace, I did my best not to look like a hobbled old man. At forty-five, I wasn’t old at all, but my body had seen better days. Fighting terrorists can do that to a person.
The office she led me to was brightly decorated in yellows and blues. It was a bit feminine for my taste, but it suited Ann, who had the sunniest disposition for a lawyer that I had ever met.
“Mr. Adams,” Ann said with a smile, getting up from behind her desk. Her black hair was cut into a sharp bob that framed her heart-shaped face with high cheekbones.
“Ann, we’ve been over this. Please, call me Liam,” I said as we firmly shook hands.
“Because Mr. Adams is your dad?” she joked.
I shook my head, not cracking a smile. “No, I just prefer Liam,” I clarified.
“Ah, I see,” Ann said, then, realizing that humor was not my forte. “Please, take a seat.”
Sitting like a good dog in the chair dedicated for clients, I tried to get more comfortable. The pain in my hip made me cranky, and I knew that my attitude could be off-putting sometimes. Ann did not deserve that.
She sat back in her ergonomically designed chair ordered directly from Sweden.
“How are things?” Ann asked, with genuine concern.
“Better now that you're involved in the whole mess,” I said.
“Thanks, I think,” Ann replied, cracking a smile. “I’ll have my assistant bring in the paperwork.”
I shrugged uncomfortably. “At least I'll have one less thing to worry about before the wedding,” I murmured offhandedly.
“Carl's wedding?” Ann asked, raising both of her black, arched eyebrows.
“Yeah, next month. You were invited?” I asked curiously.
She grinned and opened her eyes wider. “Is it that surprising?” Ann asked.
“Oh, no,” I said, back-peddling, not sure how to not offend her.
She lifted her brows higher for just a second. “Uh-huh, anyway, I went through basic training with Carl, hence the invite. Career army was not for
me, so I used my GI bill to help get through college and into law school.”
“That can be very expensive,” I observed plainly. I had not realized that Ann was a vet, and it was making me see her in a new light.
Ann nodded.
Vicky came in with coffee on a little tray. She set the tray down on Ann’s desk and started mixing in sugar and cream in the first cup. When she looked over at me, I shook my head. I like my coffee back.
“How do you know him?” Ann asked, taking the first cup from her sister-in-law.
“Carl and I did our first tour in Iraq together. He now works for me at my security firm,” I explained.
“First to get married, is he?” Vicky asked out of nowhere as Ann buzzed to have the paperwork brought in.
I looked at the smiling redhead and shrugged. “The last actually, except me, of course. I guess I can represent all that is odd.”
“And that might well be how people will see it,” Ann smirked. She had a smile on her face, so I knew she was joking, at least somewhat.
Vicky handed me my coffee. “I don't mean to pry -” she started out.
“But she will. Give her time,” Ann joked.
Her sister-in-law stuck her tongue out in the most unprofessional manner then she turned back to me.
“You could try bringing a fake fiancée,” Vicky said, ignoring Ann’s eyeroll.
I stared at them both blankly. “Like a cardboard cutout?” I asked.
“No,” Vicky said with a giggle and a shake of her bright ponytail.
“Good, because I think people might figure that out, and I don't have the money for any holographic technology,” I grumped, unsure of what they were getting at.
“Remember Carina and Leo?” Vicky asked Ann with a sly smile.
Ann laughed. “Oh yeah. Our friend didn't have a date for her high school reunion last year, so she hired an escort. They went and pretended to be an engaged couple,” she recalled and then took another sip of her coffee.
