Naomi and she could both clearly see Richard standing there smiling at the two of them. Somehow Angela knew that he would be there and that he would figure out the same thing that she did. It just took him a bit longer to get there from where he was.
He was standing in front of the rocks with a huge grin on his face.
Naomi rushed over to her father and almost knocked him over as he received the kind of warm embrace from his daughter that he had begun to fear he may never feel again. Angela could see the emotion overwhelming them both and kept some distance as she basked in her own feelings of joy, watching the long-overdue reconciliation between two of the closest people in her life.
*
“Wow, I can’t believe how you got through to her,” Richard said.
Naomi was waiting in her father’s car, still wiping away the tears, as he walked Angela to her car parked about a hundred feet down the beach from his.
“Yeah, I just spoke from the heart. I guess that was what she needed to hear,” Angela said.
“Angela you are absolutely the most incredible woman that God ever put breath into.”
Angela felt herself blushing as she tried to shake off the exquisite compliment.
“I thought I was sure before, but after seeing the way you just saved my daughter I am beyond certain now. I want you to be my wife,” Richard said.
“What?” Angela gasped.
Before she could utter a single thought or ask him what he was thinking, Richard was down on one knee pulling a small box out of his pocket. He opened it up revealing the most beautiful diamond ring that she had ever seen.
“Angela Walters—will you marry me?”
“Yes,” Angela choked out with tears rolling down her face. “Of course I’ll marry you!”
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Richard stepped out of the bathroom. His nude, muscular body was like a fine piece of art that had been chiseled out of marble. Every muscle, every sinew was tight and rippling with tiny beads of perspiration. He stood there staring, like a hunter stalking his prey. But the prey had already given up. It was terrified and waiting for whatever the hunter wanted to do to it. There was no chance for escape.
But this prey did not want to escape.
Angela licked her lips and readied herself as Richard walked slowly towards her. His body glistened under the dim lights in the honeymoon suite of the luxury resort that Richard had picked as the first stop on their honeymoon in Cabo San Lucas.
It had all been so perfect. Their amazing, blissful wedding had just wrapped up about five hours ago. Their families and friends had all been there as well as a ton of press and paparazzi, all aching to get the first photograph of the newly married power couple that was about to take Hollywood by storm.
Everything had been exactly the way she imagined it. They had an underwater theme that was supposed to be an enchantment in the Lost City of Atlantis, which they had both always been intrigued by. A lifelike replica of the titanic had been built for them as well. It was not a real boat, but it looked better than the one in the movie in Angela’s opinion.
And Naomi was her maid of honor. She looked amazing, as did Natalie, Rachel, and her cousin Shelby who rounded out her stable of bridesmaids. It was difficult to think that it had actually been six months since Naomi had almost killed herself. But since then everything had been wonderful. Richard’s relationship had never been stronger between him and his daughter and it melted Angela’s heart to see how happy they were. And Naomi was thrilled beyond belief about the wedding; more and more as the big day approached. It was going to be weird to be her lifelong best friend’s stepmother, but Angela had a feeling they would move past it soon enough.
And now it was time. It was time for Angela to experience the night she had been waiting for all of her life. She was nervous, anxious and scared, but excited. All those feelings were rolled into one. It felt like she was having a coronary every five minutes and was waiting for the big one, but she combatted those with an artillery of heavy breathing.
Richard climbed onto the foot of the bed. He moved slowly closer to her. She could plainly see his rock hard member standing straight up in the air, ready to penetrate her sweet wetness. She wanted him so badly. She had wanted him for so long and now it was actually going to happen—it almost seemed surreal. It was like a dream she had had so many times that she was not sure if this was real or just the dream. Or maybe if you had the same dream too many times it eventually became real.
Richard kissed her softly on the lips as his hands grabbed each side of her hips, massaging slightly and gripping them tenderly. The lust in her loins began to intensify as he kissed her harder, the passion spewing from his soft lips. She was not sure how much longer she could wait. She was so wet.
A moment ago she had been chilly, lying naked on the bed. It felt more natural for her to be naked when he came out of the bathroom. He had taken a look at her and smiled that devilish grin of his that made her swoon and she had seen out of her peripheral how he became bigger and harder just at the sight of her.
“Are you ready, baby?” Richard asked.
Angela took a deep breath, “Yes.”
Richard smiled as he maneuvered between her legs slowly. She could feel him at the base of her opening, ready to push forward and thrust inside of her. She was aching for him so hard. She needed him in every possible way. How was it that she was able to desire someone so completely?
Angela braced herself as Richard slowly slid between the tight slit between her legs. He was large and thick, but he inched himself in nice and easy. She felt a sharp pain as her virginity dissipated, never to be seen again, but it was over quickly. It was almost as if Richard knew just how to treat her, knowing it was her first time. She felt so safe with him. She knew that he would always treat her right and keep her safe from every kind of harm. She loved Richard more than she had ever imagined was possible.
He was all the way inside of her now. He felt so tight inside of her aching walls. It felt like a perfect fit and as he started to move slowly in and out of her she could not help but gasp at the intense pleasure she began to feel. It was like every single cell in her pelvic area was a sensor of pleasure and it was sending shockwaves of lust and desire echoing throughout her whole body.
She wanted it faster and harder. Angela wrapped her legs around Richard’s tight waist and began to hump in rhythm to his thrusting, letting him get deeper and deeper inside of her. He was stretching her to her maximum capacity and still she wanted more somehow.
Her throat began to groan and growl independently. She could not hold back the moans of exquisite pleasure that she was feeling. It was more than words could say.
She could feel Richard’s hard manhood getting thicker still and harder as she pushed it deeper and deeper into her, scraping every inch of her inside.
The pressure was building from deep inside of her. It was as if all of the sensors of pleasure were connecting together to form one hugely intense ball of pleasure and energy. She knew that something was going to blow soon, but she did not want this to stop. It was an orgasm. She knew it a split second before she felt it release.
The pleasure shook her entire body, as her wet mound grabbed hard onto Richard’s member and began to grope it, sliding and squeezing as they both continued to hump harder and harder.
A second later she heard Richard groan.
She could feel his hot man juice blasting inside of her with a total release of ecstasy.
They held each other tenderly and Angela could hardly believe that it had happened. Everything in her life had finally come together perfectly for her. Her first experience of physical love was even more intense than she had ever imagined it would be, but she imagined a lot of that was due to the fact that she loved Richard Kane with her whole mind, body, and soul.
“I love you, sweetie,” Richard said, echoing her own thoughts to her.
“Oh, I love you more, babe,” Angela replied.
But not anymore.
She was quickly becoming one of the rising stars of the fashion industry and she was now married to the most amazing man she could have ever asked for. Sometimes though, she started feeling like she didn’t deserve it all. At times she would find herself waking up in the middle of the night sure that it was all a dream or that it was all temporary. Maybe it would all disappear soon and that would be the end of her rollercoaster ride. She saw it happen all the time. The fashion world and the entertainment world were both fickle beasts and they were all about the flavor of the week.
Who was to say that she wasn’t just this week’s flavor?
Richard Kane, that is who.
When those seeds of doubt started to plant themselves into her paranoid brain, Angela Walters-Kane just had to think about her amazing husband Richard and she could cast those thoughts aside and go on enjoying their perfect, fairytale life together.
The End
Short Story Collection
Breaking the Bosses
BBW Menage Romance
Chapter 1
She was already running late, and today was not the day for things to start going wrong so early. April clutched her coffee mug and ran as fast as she could in stiletto heels, trying not to let the coffee spill onto her cream blouse and pencil skirt. Whistles sounded from a nearby construction site and she flashed them a smile. It seemed like everywhere she turned, someone was telling her that she needed to be stick-thin and pouty-lipped, but the fact of the matter was that her curves and her smile drew appreciative grins wherever she went.
She slowed her run as she approached the doors of the Zenith Tower. Home to Houston & Co., her employers, it was a vision of glass and steel, modern and sleek, and sometimes April wondered exactly why she was working here. Sure, the pay was good and her coworkers were nice, but the fact was that the majority of the employees were snappish and her bubbly, romantic-comedies-and-wine personality didn’t exactly mesh with people whose idea of casual Friday was a navy suit instead of a black one.
And today, as she slipped into the elevator and punched the button for the top floor, she especially wondered why she was here. She could be a secretary absolutely anywhere—her recent promotion to the CEO’s secretary had given her a resume a lot of people would kill for—and she didn’t exactly need to be putting up with bickering shareholders. The idea of three days spent smoothing egos and defusing fights left her exhausted, and the men hadn’t even shown up yet.
“April!” Jane, the CFO’s secretary, smiled as April strode off the elevator. “Wow, you look gorgeous.”
“Thanks, Jane.” April smiled. Five foot eight, slim, and stunning, Jane was one of the girls April would just have written off a few years ago. In fact, when she first showed up at Houston & Co., she’d thought Jane’s compliments were insincere, meant to make her feel ugly and incompetent. But Jane was a real sweetheart, somehow managing to survive as secretary to the meanest person at Houston, and her blue eyes were alight with envy as she looked over April’s outfit.
“I wish I had the courage to wear things like that,” Jane said, heartfelt. Her usual black suit was offset with a crisp white blouse and a pink bracelet April had only just persuaded her to buy. “But I don’t think I’d look very good in it.”
“All you need is confidence and a smile,” April reminded her. Someday, she promised herself, she would help Jane realize how pretty she was. “You’ve got the smile. Now you just need to fake it ‘til you make it with the confidence.”
Jane laughed.
“You’re sweet.” Her voice dropped and she craned to look down the corridor. “Are they here yet?”
“Oh, crap!” April had managed to forget that she was late. “Probably. Wish me luck.”
“You’ll need it. And if you need a drink, we’ll take you out at lunch.”
Jane disappeared and April walked down the hallway, heart pounding. Now that she was here, she didn’t have any desire at all to go into the CEO’s waiting room. Nathaniel Bryan and Dave Hines were trying at the best of times, and that was when there was an entire table full of board members between them and a team assigned to run interference. Now, the two largest shareholders were going to be in town alone, and the CEO had asked April to show them around town. He’d even asked pleasantly, as if he wasn’t throwing her into a pool full of hungry piranhas.
“Hello?” she called as she came around the corner of the room.
For a moment, she thought it was empty, and a weight lifted from her heart. Then:
“Hello.”
April turned around, and dropped her coffee.
“Oh, my God—I’m—I’m so sorry.”
“Not a problem.” The man stooped to pick up the cup and throw it away, and retrieved a handful of napkins from the sideboard. A few he threw into the puddle of coffee, and with one or two, he dabbed at her blouse.
“Ah, um…I can get that.”
“Let me.” His voice was like velvet, and he looked up from his task to flash sapphire-blue eyes at her.
April tried not to faint. He was hands-down the most gorgeous person she had ever met. His hair was a deep brown, his features looked as if they had been chiseled from stone by a master sculptor, and he had a dimple on his chin. Tall and slim, he nonetheless had broad enough shoulders to taper elegantly under his suit jacket, and the hands presently wiping at her blouse had long, elegant fingers and the faint calluses of someone who played guitar.
And no wedding ring. Interesting.
April told herself not to be ridiculous. She was gorgeous and sexy and utterly charming, but the fact of the matter was that executives never went for women like her. They preferred women like Jane, and frankly, she was fine with that. Executives didn’t make great boyfriends.
Only, it was difficult to breathe around this man.
“So, uh…are you…” Her voice was coming out too high.
“Dave Hines.” He stood and gave a regretful look. “I’m afraid that blouse may not be able to be salvaged.”
And he would know, because he had been very, very thorough. April tried not to blush as she shrugged.
“I think I’m more upset about the coffee, really. Not a great start to a Monday.”
He laughed. He had a wonderful laugh, one that made awareness flare all down her spine, and his teeth flashed white as he smiled.
“Well, let me get you another cup.”
“Oh, no, that’s all right.” Having one of the top shareholders get coffee for the secretary would be exactly the sort of gaffe the CEO had warned her to avoid. “I’m April Thornton, by the way—Mr. Jeffries’s secretary. We’ve touched base over email.”
“You’re April Thornton?” Surprise rang in his voice.
“Yes.” April looked over her shoulder from where she was stirring sugar and cream into her coffee. “Why?”
“You seemed…” He waved his hands, searching for the words. “I guess I would have figured you were farther up the ladder than that.”
“I will have you know,” April said loftily, “that secretaries run all companies.” She grinned at him.
“Oh? Do tell.” He folded his lanky height into one of the leather chairs by Mr. Jeffries’s door and raised his eyebrows, taking a sip of his own coffee.
“I,” April informed him, “am the gatekeeper. I control who sees Mr. Jeffries, who he knows is in town, and whose teams get first pick for the conference rooms.”
“A pity I couldn’t bribe you to keep Jeffries from knowing about Mr. Bryan,” Dave said with alacrity.
April paused. This was the sort of slight she had been expecting, and she wasn’t good at dealing with it.
“Ah, don’t worry—I’m joking.” Even though the look
in his eyes said that he clearly wasn’t, he was, just as clearly, trying to set her at ease. He leaned forward with that sparkling smile. “So, tell me. Do you ever abuse your power?”
“Sir, I would never.” But April leaned forward as well, looking down the hallway first to make sure no one was coming. “Maybe once. Or twice.”
“I have to know. I promise I won’t tell.” He held up one hand in a mock oath.
“Well, a few years back, one of the executives was planning to run off to our competitors with a whole bunch of secrets. He kept asking his secretary to get him information for projects he wasn’t on, that sort of thing. When she asked why, he fired her and pretended it was for the same thing he was doing.” April raised her eyebrows. “His last months here were…not pleasant. Somehow, Mr. Jeffries was always busy when he wanted to meet. He kept getting dropped from projects. For some reason, he didn’t know his phone number had changed, and—such an embarrassing mix-up—his company cell phone got cancelled.”
Dave was laughing silently.
“You really did that?” he asked, when he recovered.
“Oh, not only that.” April grinned. “Somehow, in amongst all the other paperwork for the day, Mr. Jeffries signed a piece of paper acknowledging that the secretary had been wrongfully terminated. That’s the sort of thing that would sit in his inbox for six months waiting to be signed while she had to go get a different job. You know, if he had a different secretary.”
“Ms. Thornton, you are a treasure.” Dave lifted his coffee cup. “I won’t even ask what happened to that executive.”
“You don’t want to know, it’s too gruesome.” April sipped her coffee. “I’ll just tell you he doesn’t have a vacation house in the Hamptons anymore.”
Dave gave a guffaw, endearingly out of place with the rest of his well-maintained image, and April found her face softening as she looked at him. She’d read his bio: she knew he was young, successful in business at an early age, a skilled negotiator, strongly in favor of Houston & Co. branching out into the international business community. The secretaries had even whispered that he was gorgeous. But April hadn’t expected anything like this—a man who took her breath away, who was flirting with her as if she was some svelte society beauty, who was laughing as she told him the exploits she’d sworn she would never, ever admit to.
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