“I firmly believe in love at first sight,” he kissed her nose gently and smiled when he noticed a faint blush dotting her cheeks.
“Are you saying you’re in love with me Mr. Simpson?”
“I am,” he brushed his lips against hers.
Melea’s heart thundered within her chest as she thought of a proper response to his statement. Of course she was falling in love with him, but wasn’t it too soon to say those three words?
“I understand if this is all too soon for you,” he kissed her again to persuade her, “but I felt the need to tell you.”
“It’s okay,” she smiled and noticed his cock was hardening again from gazing at her naked form. “I do feel that I am falling in love with you as well Jordan… I just didn’t want to say it if it was too soon…”
Jordan felt a burden fall from his shoulders as he pulled Melea in for a hug and caressed her hair, “thank you.”
She kissed his chest and enjoyed the warmth that was coming from his body.
“I have one other thing I need to confess,” he ran his fingers through his hair.
Jordan sat her down on one of the chairs while he took a seat across from her. “I’m sure there has been talk and speculation as to why I never show myself outside my house very often.”
Melea was unsure where he was going with this but nodded, “yes, some people are unsure why… but I feel that’s your own personal business.”
“It may be,” he regarded her, “but I feel you have a right to know. You just… can’t tell anyone after I tell you,” he said slowly.
She frowned but gestured for him to go on, unsure of what he meant. Perhaps he had some kind of terminal illness? The thought made her stomach tighten and she brushed it aside quickly before Jordan could ask what she had been thinking.
“There are some people in this world who aren’t exactly what they seem,” he began. “I happen to be one of those people… Sure I’m very wealthy and have nice things… but what I don’t have is a mate.”
Melea said nothing as he continued to explain.
“You see Melea… there are people here in this world who have… talents you could say. And one of my talents is that I can shapeshift into an animal.”
Her eyes widened as she listened to him talk and explain how he could change into a grizzly bear and in order for him to be able to reproduce later on was for him to find his mate. That’s why he had never been able to leave the house that much or had dated around. He was simply miserable without someone who understood him. Was she that girl?
“Will… will you show me?” she whispered nervously as Jordan gasped and looked up to meet her eyes.
“You won’t run away?” he spoke even quieter.
“I don’t think I would… but I want to see,” she spoke firmly. It’s not that she didn’t believe him, but this was one of those occasions where you had to see it to believe.
“Okay,” he sighed and slowly got onto his knees as his skin began to shift into fur and his body elongated to become accustomed to the new bone structure.
She placed a hand over her mouth and held back a silent scream while rubbing her eyes with the other. There in front where her boyfriend had been was now a black grizzly bear that looked too playful to be aggressive, but still menacing. It was like a huge teddy bear with a frown on its face.
“Jordan,” she whispered and stood up slowly, her fingers shaking as she stroked his nose and fur.
The bear grunted and stood still as she continued to feel his “second skin” and tried not to scare her away.
“You can change back if you want,” she spoke as Jordan slowly stood up and began to shrink back into his normal human form.
“I didn’t want to tell you right away,” he began to explain himself as she nodded. She knew why he wouldn’t have told anyone from the beginning. It didn’t hurt her that he hadn’t told her, she just wish she was reacting better to the situation.
“Does anyone else know?” she asked.
“My staff members who have been here for a long time,” he acknowledged and held his hand out for her.
She took it without hesitating and pressed herself against him while kissing him deeply. After he told her the truth she felt even more drawn to him than before. Could that have to do with this whole “mate” thing?
“Will you still accept me as yours?” Jordan breathed against her neck and kissed it sensually.
“I will,” she gripped him tighter as he rubbed his body against hers.
“I think,” he kissed her gently as she longed to place her mouth all over his body once more. “That we should take this into the bedroom, don’t you?”
Without another word, she followed him down the hall and into his room where they would not be disturbed.
“Now,” Jordan bent down and kissed her quivering thighs while gazing at her exquisite mound that was giving off a sweet aroma that he was begging to lick, “I believe I still have to punish you for not wearing any of your under garments.”
She blushed and leaned over to lock the door, making sure they wouldn’t be disturbed while he pleased her.
7
Tyrone and Trevor walked up to their family after walking the stage and surrounded their mom with a huge hug. Standing off to the side, Melea held Jordan’s hand who had worn sunglasses and a hat to try and conceal his identity for now. She could not be more proud of her two younger brothers than in that moment.
“All my babies are grown up now,” her mom wiped her eyes and let them go and give Marcus and Melea hugs as well.
“Congrats boys,” she kissed their foreheads as they tried to brush it off as no big deal. “Dad would be proud of you.”
“Thanks Melea,” Trevor smiled as him and his brother shook Jordan’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Sir.”
“You as well lads, I have a present for the both of you,” he winked at Melea and handed them two separate envelopes.
The small group had managed to pull away from the crowd and was standing off in a corner where no one would take any notice.
Melea and Jordan said nothing as they opened up the envelopes to see season tickets to their favorite hockey team and a check each addressed for one hundred thousand dollars.
“Mom!” Tyrone yelled and showed her the stuff first followed by Trevor.
Their mother just gasped and tried to control her tears of happiness as Jordan came over to her and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you so much Mr. Simpson,” she wiped her eyes and gazed at Melea who was hugging her brothers once more. How could her daughter have gotten so lucky? Maybe her father was surely looking out for her and the rest of them for that matter.
“It was no problem at all Ms. Young; I just hope these boys are able to attend the schools of their dreams.”
“How could we ever repay you?” she whispered, loosening her grip on him.
“As long as they succeed in school, that’s all that matters to me,” he smiled at her as Marcus came over and gave him a hug as well.
“Thank you for helping my family out and for taking good care of my sister.”
“I was very fortunate to have found her,” Jordan admitted and clapped his hands. “Tonight we will celebrate at my house for dinner! Shall we say around seven?”
“That sounds delightful,” Melea’s mother smiled and ushered the boys to thank Jordan as Melea smiled at her family. Things could not get any better for her than in this moment.
“We’ll see you then around seven,” Marcus waved as Melea and Jordan hurried off to go help prepare for tonight.
“Do you have everything moved out from your apartment?” he asked her as they began driving back to the house.
“Yes, we got the last load today and I turned in my key to the landlord,” she replied. Melea could hardly believe it when Jordan had proposed that she move in with him to one of the many rooms within the place. Of course she ended up sleeping in his room, but used one of the spare bedrooms for her things.
“Great,” he pulled into the driveway as Harold and some of the others came out to grab her boxes that were in the trunk.
“That means we’ll have plenty of time to kill,” he winked as she pretended to roll her eyes. For being a man of his age, he sure did have a lot of sexual energy.
“You can’t blame me when I’m dating the most beautiful woman,” he answered her thoughts with a whisper.
“I appreciate the flattery,” she teased as she went inside and headed towards his bedroom.
Jordan pushed her on the bed and kissed her lips before saying, “no one has the body like you that I love so much. Those breasts,” he gripped them gently as she moaned and thrusted up against him.
“That ass,” he gripped harder while biting her earlobe.
“What else?” she asked breathless as he grinned, pleased that she was going along with the game.
“Hmm,” he slid his hands down the waistband of her skirt and stroked her clit that was already hard. “Definitely that sweet little pussy.”
She gasped from pleasure and from his dirty mouth as he smashed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. She knew she would never be able to get enough of him if she tried and didn’t mind at all.
Melea tugged as his clothes as they began to fall to the floor and heard a growl erupt from deep within Jordan’s chest. His bear wanted to come out and play and for once, Melea wasn’t scared.
“You can,” she murmured and stroked his hair gently as he transformed and sniffed her face while licking her nose.
“Gross,” she teased him and ruffled his fur on the top of his head.
Jordan just chuckled as Melea tried not to laugh herself from seeing the bear laughing, knowing that it was still Jordan and not some nine foot black grizzly in the room.
“You know,” she rubbed his nose as he continued to sniff her body, “I’m not sure I’ve ever had a thing for bears,” she winked at him.
Jordan stood up and shrank back into his human form as he jumped on her and kissed her mouth to silence her screams of delight. One day he would be able to change her into a bear as well and produce the offspring he wanted so badly. But for now he would have to wait, and waiting for this woman was worth it he decided in his head.
“You know,” he began and rubbed her breasts gently, “I think that with my bear tongue I could actually cover more skin of yours to please,” he winked as she gasped and hit his arm playfully.
“You Sir, are disgusting,” she said half serious half kidding as he just continued to laugh and kissed her deeply.
“I’ll find a way to change your mind, you’ll see.”
Melea stood up and grabbed his hand, “I think we should go help out with dinner and whatnot. There will be plenty of time later for play, don’t you think?”
“You’re probably right,” he pretended to pout as she grabbed her clothes and slid them back on.
They couldn’t help but to gaze into each other’s eyes while their breathing slowed. It was as if time stopped and the world had stilled. Jordan realized how in love with this woman he really was in that moment and wouldn’t have traded anything if it meant being with her for a little while.
“I love you Melea,” he brushed his lips against hers once more.
“I love you as well Jordan,” she grabbed his hand and together they walked out of the bedroom and down the hall, leaving their sexual desires and wants for tonight.
Billionaire Wolf Desire
The view from Seattle’s “Sky City Restaurant” is spectacular, and this was the first time I’d taken the time to appreciate my hometown. I guess I’m like all those New Yorker’s who’ve never been to the Statue of Liberty. Tonight I felt like a tourist, everything was new and exciting.
Dinner had been perfect. This was my third date with Craig and I was lowering my guard and raising my expectations. He was a good-looking guy, not movie star handsome, but he had character.
Does it sound strange that I’m surprised to be with a handsome man? Truth be told I’m a big girl and for us dating can be a minefield. I’d tried Internet dating but no matter how many times you prepare someone you can sense the disappointment when they see you for the first time. There are certain guys who embrace the whole big girl concept. I’ve encountered a few of those “chubby chasers” and it’s not cool. To them I’m not a person… I’m a fetish.
Big girls like me get objectified on both ends of the scale. To those who worship Hollywood concepts of beauty I’m a moped; fun to ride but you don’t want your friends to see you on one. For the “chasers” I’m not a person, just their favorite porn site personified. Neither one makes for a comfortable evening.
But Craig was different; we were two normal people with a growing attraction.
“You know Shelly, sometimes I think I picked the wrong part of the business,” he said smiling, “On this Boeing project only fifty percent of the budget goes to hardware, the rest is all navigation and guidance, and most of that’s just software. Nobody remembers us poor little guys designing the engine.” He stopped for a moment and laughed, “I’m sorry, engineers always forget how boring our jobs sound.”
He wasn’t boring me at all and it was nice to be with someone who wasn’t defined by his job. “Don’t worry,” I replied, “Whenever I’m on a plane I always think about who built the engine, or at least who screwed it onto the wings.”
“Those are just glued on… sometimes we only use duct tape,” He replied smiling.
We both laughed at our dumb jokes, happy to be sharing time together. The initial dating awkwardness had melted away so we could be our true nerdy selves and believe me… I’m the uber-nerd. On paper I’m a Biochemist, but technically I’m a Genetic Engineer. That sounds like a scary “Blade Runner” kind of job, so I just stick with Biochemist. I have my own business, one of thousands of small, privately run research facilities scattered around the country. We don’t advertise on “Yelp”, but there’s more of us out there than you might think. Most of them do pretty mundane stuff, but I’d gotten lucky.
I used our brief moment of silence as an excuse to touch his hand. It felt natural and right. “How’s your family doing,” I asked, knowing that family was his favorite subject.
“My sister had a little trouble with work, but it turned out fine. She’s twenty-two now and feeling really independent so she kind of drifted away from contact. Since she had that trouble we’ve been talking every other day. I think you need these little problems to remind you of what’s important in life.”
Did you hear that guys… family… important. Us gals like that. It’s like a first class ticket to our panties.
Craig continued for a bit, idealizing his sister to the point of sainthood. I’m willing to bet she’s hell on wheels in real life.
We finished our meal and spent time quietly admiring the view and finding excuses to accidentally on purpose touch hands. I may not be the most world’s most active dater but I still recognized the signs. I’d done an early spring-cleaning on my place, in case that became our destination. I even checked the expiration date on the stash of emergency condoms. I’m kidding, there’s no expiration date on condoms… except maybe the day you get so depressed seeing them collect dust you toss em.
We rode the elevator down, our bodies pressing against each other despite it being almost empty. There was electricity between us.
We walked the two blocks to where I parked in a non-awkward silence, there was plenty to say but it could all wait. When we reached the parking lot Craig took my hands and pulled me close. Our tentative kiss swelled to a passionate embrace, lips locked, tongues exploring. Then he pulled away so fast you could practically hear our lips popping apart.
“I had a wonderful time tonight,” he said sounding breathless.
“So did I. I thought we might spend some more time, see how things progress?”
“I’d love that, I really would… but I have to go.”
“Are you okay?” Even in the dim street lam
ps he suddenly looked pale and sweaty.
“I’ll be fine, but I have to go,” he said leaning forward, giving me one last kiss. Then he turned and quickly walked around the corner without looking back. I stood there for a moment, wondering if it was something I did or said, but drew a complete blank. I got in my car to make a mature, dignified exit.
“Shit, shit, shit,” I yelled, pounding on the steering wheel… so much for a dignified exit. God damn it though, he was a great guy and quite honestly I was really horny. After six months of nothing my body had started revving up during the salad course. Now I was driving down the I5 alone… again. As a big girl I tend to blame things like this on my weight, part of the low self esteem society ingrains into us. If only I was thin, then I’d have a man, people would admire me, I’d be piloting a space ship… crap like that. There was no point in beating myself up or wallowing in self-pity. The only thing to do in a situation like this is head for the office and lose myself in work.
I arrived at the old candy factory that housed my office. Go ahead, big girl, candy factory… funny right? It was a beautiful brick building from the 1920’s on the outskirts of what had been the Seattle’s industrial district, now home to condos for self entitled MBA’s.
I pulled around back to the garage entrance and punched the key code into my phone. The clanking roll up door rose slowly. Though it looked and sounded ancient, in truth it was a modern, state of the art security gate. Our boss had ordered the installers to make it look old and battered to avoid attracting attention. Clever fellow.
Funny thing is I had no idea who my boss was. My salary, the building and everything inside were paid for by an anonymous corporate entity. Everything was legal and my weekly paycheck had deductions and withholding like anyone else’s. Hell I even had a 401K plan and full dental.
Pulling into the basement garage I noticed my assistant Denise’s car was still there. I swear that poor girl never sleeps. I took a look at her battered Honda Civic and decided I better get her a raise.
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