by King, Kelsey
His cock is solid and rigid, sliding into me slowly as he holds onto my hips for purchase. He thrusts hard, and I feel the wave start to build again. He draws out achingly slow before ramming into me again.
As the wave reaches its crest, a silly smile spreads over my face. I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life being taken by this man. He knows every inch of my body, every pleasure point and most of all, he knows my mind.
My legs buck as pleasure rips through my system, and I feel Branson reach his release as well.
We both fall onto the couch, sated and spent. Branson pulls me close and presses a kiss to my head. “I love you, Riley, promise me no one is going to come between us again.”
I take his face in my hands and press a kiss to his forehead. “I promise with everything I am.”
He holds onto me, and I know he won’t ever let me go. The love I feel for this man is so strong I’m sure nothing could ever come between us. Not after I nearly lost him, I will never let anyone get inside my mind again. I’m still quivering from my mind-blowing orgasm when Branson picks me up and carries me to my bedroom.
We make love again and again. First on the bed and then in the shower until I finally collapse from sexual exhaustion.
I wake up late afternoon with a stupid grin on my face. Branson and I had made love for most of the day, so I’m not surprised when I find the bed empty beside me. He probably needed to get back to the office; after all, he just fired his Creative Director this morning. I stretch out, and my hand brushes a piece of paper. Curious I sit up and pick the piece of paper up.
Branson had drawn a little cartoon man kneeling on one leg with a ring box in his hand. His heart was big and glowing red and at the bottom was a caption.
“Will you marry me?”
Happy tears burn the back of my throat as I look at the piece of paper again. This morning I had woken up and believed my life was over and now in the late afternoon realizing it was just about to begin.
After a quick shower, I head to the kitchen. I know Branson will be coming back to me tonight. There’s no doubt in my mind after this afternoon.
I scour my fridge contents and decide on cooking a celebratory meal we can enjoy in bed because I know that is where we’re going to end up if I answer the question he left on my pillow.
I make us a variety of food. Just as I put away the last dish, the door to my apartment opens. I’m not even surprised that he took a key with him, in fact, I’m elated. I have a boyfriend, possibly a fiancé and he has a key to my apartment.
“Honey, I’m home,” Branson calls out as he steps inside.
I grin foolishly at his words as I head over to welcome him. I kiss him full on the mouth before stepping back. “How was your day?”
Branson laughs and shakes his head. “I could get used to this.”
“Me too, although I’m not cooking for you every night. My boss can be a real dick. He won’t let me leave early every day.”
“Actually I hear your boss is hung like a horse.” He grins, amused.
I swat Branson playfully and move to the kitchen where I have two glasses of wine waiting. I pass him one and take a sip of mine. “So what happened?”
Branson sighs and drags a hand through his hair. “Let’s just say a few changes needed to be made, but nothing I couldn’t handle.”
“Changes?” I ask, curiously. I would’ve given my left hand to be a fly on the wall today after Lisa’s sudden departure.
“Just a few, but none that I don’t think will make the world of difference. In fact, I think BPC Advertising is at the start of bigger and better things than ever before.”
“Wow, you sound highly motivated.”
“Oh I am,” Branson says with a wolfish grin as he reaches for me. “Did you get the note?”
I shake my head and act confused. “Note, what note?”
“The note I left on your pillow?” Branson asks with narrowed eyes.
I shake my head again.“Nope, there wasn’t a note. Was it important?”
Branson paces a few times before he stands still in front of me. “I can’t believe you didn’t get the note. I’m tempted to go and search your bed, but maybe this is better.”
“What is better?” I act completely confused.
Branson drags a hand through his hair before he gets down on one knee. My tummy flutters with an army of butterflies as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a black velvet ring box as he takes my hand.
“Riley, when you first walked into my office I knew you were going to be trouble. I just didn’t know what kind.”
“Oh, and you do now?” I taunt.
“Could you keep quiet?” he asks with a nervous voice. I smile and nod, I never thought I’d see the day that Branson Carter had a jumpy voice.
“I knew you were going to be trouble, and I was right. Somehow you managed to make a place for yourself in my heart. You take my breath away, Riley. Your mind constantly amazes me and that mouth…I’m still going to fuck that mouth.”
I chuckle at his words, causing him to smile back at me before he opens the box. Inside is a ring with a tear-shaped topaz stone. Diamonds surround the large rock, glittering in the overhead light.
“Branson,” I say, suddenly short of breath.
“I love you, Riley, but I don’t want to be your boyfriend. I know I’ll never feel about another woman the way I feel about you. I want to build a life with you. Will you marry me?”
I gasp at the words I never thought I’d hear coming from Branson Carter. Nodding frantically, I manage to get my answer out. “Yes!”
He flashes a relieved smile and engulfs me in a hug. Pulling back slightly, he reaches for my hand, and I shriek as Branson slips the ring onto my left finger. It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen.
18
Riley
The following morning I arrive to work hand in hand with Branson. There’s no more hiding our relationship, because it’s official. I’m going to marry the man of my dreams…and my boss.
Branson stops the elevator on the 30th floor and asks me to join him for a moment. I’m confused since this is the last place I want to be. I’m sure everyone thinks Lisa was sacked because of me. I grasp Branson’s hand tightly as we step off the elevator. The sudden roar of applause shocks me. My eyes go wide as I stop mid-step. I turn to Branson in confusion. “What’s going on?”
Branson laughs and hugs me before he waves for everyone to stop clapping. “Yesterday I explained to the Creative Department how unfairly you have been treated since your first day. I’ve told them about the amazing designs you made, contracts you saved, and informed them of Lisa’s sudden resignation.”
“Okay?” I ask, still not following. Although I did pick up that he didn’t tell them that he had fired Lisa because she's a psycho bitch.
“I gave them the freedom to choose their own new Creative Director,” Branson says with a smug smile.
Tammy shrieks on the other side of the room, jumping up and down with excitement. I smile at her warmly. She deserves it. She’s been here the longest.
“They chose you.” I hear Branson’s words beside me, but they don’t make sense.
“What?” I ask, completely baffled.
“Riley, they want you to be their new Creative Director. They feel that Lisa dampened their creativity by being too straight-laced with her designs. They want you to lead them.”
“Me?” I ask in a small voice before whispering furiously in Branson’s ear. “I don’t want the job just because we got engaged Branson.”
“You’re getting the job because they chose you. They chose you before we got engaged.”
For a moment, I’m completely shocked by the revelation of my new position before a full smile breaks on my face. “You’re serious?”
“I’ve never been more serious in my life, although I was a tad more serious when I asked you to marry me.” He winks, and a blush tinges my cheeks as I remember Branson’s sweet words bef
ore he slipped the ring onto my finger last night.
“You mean when you left me a note instead of asking me yourself,” I tease him with a grin.
“I thought it would be a nice touch,” he whispers into my ear.
“It was.” I smile and wave at Tammy.
“Everyone, there’s another announcement I’d like to make,” Branson says in his loud, deep CEO voice.
Instantly the room goes quiet, and all eyes turn to him.
“For the past few months, Riley and I have been seeing each other. We kept it quiet, because we didn’t want our relationship to interfere with our work. When Lisa found out, she didn’t take it well. Let’s just say the stories about our engagement were a figment of Lisa’s imagination. This morning I want to assure you no one is imagining anything. We’re all clear-headed here, I hope…” Branson grins at the curious faces before he continues. “Last night I asked Riley to marry me, and she said yes. So I give you the Creative Director you chose amongst yourselves and my fiancée, Riley Harper.”
Gasps are quickly followed by another wave of applause as Tammy rushes over to me. “You sneaky little vixen,” she says before pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so proud of you.”
“So am I,” Branson says beside me before pressing a kiss to my head.
“Thank you, Tammy. But you’ve been here much longer than I have,” I say, taking Tammy’s hands into mine. I didn’t want to start my new job with bad blood between us.
Tammy laughs and waves her hand. “I love designing, Riley. I don’t like the paperwork and managing people. Anyway, you’re much better suited for the job than I am. I’m really happy for you.”
I search her eyes for any sign that she’s lying, but I find none. She’s truly happy for me.
I pull Tammy into a hug. “Thank you, Tammy. I won’t let you down.”
“You deserve it, but next time you keep a major secret from me like that you’re screwing the boss for example; we’re no longer friends.”
Branson rolls his eyes, and Tammy laughs as I nod. “I promise, and here’s a secret, I intend to keep screwing the boss.”
This time Branson laughs and Tammy mimics a gagging noise.
I bask in the glow of their pride and my engagement.
Maybe dreams do come true after all.
Epilogue
Riley
I stare out the window of the marble bathroom. In front of me is the Caribbean ocean and it’s the same color as my husband’s gorgeous eyes. Our wedding had been bigger than I had ever imagined, but I didn’t even care. Because when Branson took me into his arms for our first dance, everyone else disappeared. It was just me and my husband.
Mr. and Mrs. Carter. So surreal.
I smile at the memory as a speedboat rushes by. We’re staying on an exclusive island in the Caribbean, and our honeymoon suite on the water. The past few months have been so busy between taking over the Creative Department and planning a wedding, I barely had time to relax.
I soak up the sun shining through the glass roof of the bathroom and sink into a warm bath. The fragrant jasmine bubbles surround me as I close my eyes and lean back. My body is tender from all our love-making, and even though I know a day of rest would be beneficial, I can’t help myself. Every time Branson looks at me with that darkened gaze, my panties melt, and my body yearns for him. He’s become my addiction—one I don’t ever want to kick.
I check the time on my watch. Five more minutes. Branson went into town to make a few phone calls this morning giving me the privacy I needed to confirm my suspicions. My breasts are tender, and the past few mornings I couldn’t touch any food. As a woman, I had a good idea what was going on with me, but I haven’t told Branson.
We’ve had such a turbulent engagement leading up to the wedding of the year, as the magazines had called it, that I forgot to take my birth control on more than one occasion. We haven’t discussed having children, and I don’t know how Branson feels about the idea, that’s why I need to find out first. That way I can deal with the results before I need to deal with Branson.
I lather my body with the silky bubbles when the buzzer on my timer goes off. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It doesn’t matter how many lines are on the stick, I know Branson will still love me.
I step out of the bath and wrap myself in a thick fluffy towel, and walk over to the sink.
Excitement and happiness bubbles through my veins as I read the results. My heart beats rapidly in my chest even as my hand settles over my belly protectively. I know I’m supposed to be shocked that I’m pregnant before Branson and I had time to enjoy being a married couple, but I can’t summon any regret.
I close my eyes and see a little boy running toward me with Branson’s eyes and my color hair. Branson lifts him up high and blows raspberries on his tummy, causing a stream of giggles.
No, I don’t regret being pregnant.
I hear the door to the bathroom open and quickly shove the stick into my pocket as I turn around.
“You smell delicious, which reminds me I haven’t had breakfast yet.” Branson starts moving toward me.
He’s insatiable, I’ve discovered. Especially, when it comes to me. He grabs the belt of my robe and draws it out as his eyes focus on mine.
“Did you manage to make your calls?” I ask trying to feign disinterest.
Branson nods and tugs me toward him. His hand closes over my breasts, and he squeezes. I flinch and jump back, causing the stick to fall to the floor.
Branson’s eyes narrow as he bends and picks it up. He studies it for what feels like an eternity as I watch him anxiously. I bite down on my lower lip, waiting for him to say something.
“Riley?” Branson looks at me confused. “Is this what I think it is?”
I nod before I can speak. “Yes.”
“And?” he asks, taking a step toward me.
I close my eyes. “It’s two lines, Branson…”
Branson watches me until finally, a broad smile crosses over his face. “We’re pregnant?”
I nod, elated by his reaction. “Yes. I wasn’t sure what you’d…” I pause. “We’ve never talked about…”
“We don’t need to talk about it, Riley. We made a baby. Our baby.” Branson drags me into his arms and crushes his mouth against mine. “You’ve just made me the happiest man ever.”
Happy tears start to stream over my cheeks. “I wanted to be sure before I told you.”
“Riley, no secrets remember. Besides, this secret is too good to keep to yourself.”
I smile. “You’re happy about this?”
“Of course I’m happy! We’re starting a family. A new life, a new wife, and a new baby. I’ve never been happier. We’ll need to make a list. We’ll need diapers and bottles, and what do you call that pouch you carry the baby around in?”
“Is it called a kangaroo baby pouch?” I ask elated with Branson’s reaction.
“I’m not sure! But we’ll also need a stroller. I’m getting dibs on choosing the stroller. After all, me and little bump will need to take a run in the morning so mommy can get her sleep. I’m the luckiest man on the planet.” Branson kisses me sweetly.
I laugh and shake my head. “What about work? What about my department?”
“You can do as little as much as you want to once the baby is born, it’s up to you. If you want we can even clear an office and put him in there with a nanny. Dibs on choosing the nursery color.” He smirks.
“What do I get dibs on?” I ask with a laugh.
Branson scratches his head and thinks for a moment. “Me, Riley. You get dibs on me and if you ask really nicely I might let you choose the names.”
“How sweet of you. And I’ll take you any day of the week,” I say with a smile.
“Like right now?” He lifts his eyebrows. “I hope we have a girl first. I know she’ll have me wrapped around her little finger from the moment I lay eyes on her.”
“You mean like I do?” I ask with wide innocent eyes as
I reach for Branson.
“You mean like you always will?” Branson laughs and pushes the robe off my shoulders.
Before he can take the lead, I sink down onto my knees. The words Branson has repeated so often fresh in my mind. I want to fuck that mouth.
With a sly smile, I drag his pants down to his ankles and take his cock in my hand. Branson groans as his fingers thread into my hair. “Riley?”
I hear Branson gasp as I close my mouth over his thick cock. He tastes salty, the texture of his cock is smooth like steel coated with satin. I move him in and out of my mouth, sucking and teasing him with my tongue every time he enters my mouth. I grab him harder, using his dick as leverage to move him toward me.
His balls start to draw up, and I know he’s close.
“Riley, stop.” Branson moans above me, but I don’t want to. I want him to lose control like he makes me lose control all the time.
I pull away for a second and grin up at him. “I told you I’m an expert in balls.”
I lick the tip of his dick and smile up at him before taking him deep into my throat and squeezing his balls. I feel his hot release into my mouth and swallow it down as he keeps pumping into me. Branson curses over my head as I continue my assault. His legs quiver as I suck him dry.
I pull away and smile smugly.
He finally drags me up by my arms, kissing me so passionately he takes my breath away. “Riley, that was fucking amazing.”
I smile at him as I drag his shirt over his head. Branson holds me at arm’s length his gaze running over my body.
“God, you look beautiful. I can’t wait to see you swollen with my child inside you.”
I feel my nipples harden at his words; my body hums under his gaze. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Branson’s eyes darken, and he scoops me up before he carries me to queen size bed. He moves over my body, briefly stopping to tug on my nipples before he moves down further and stops over my womb. “Little bump, hang on this might be a wild ride.”
