by Luxe, Eva
“Well, I have to admit that’s one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen,” Gavin says. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t wait too long to have a baby.”
“See?” I tell Veronica. “I knew I’d convince him soon enough.”
“I think he was already convinced,” Veronica says with a wink. “Seems like someone’s got him wrapped around her little finger.”
“You mean Flannery?” Gavin says, reaching out a finger that the baby readily grasps. “Babies sure can be cute.”
“She obviously meant me,” I say with a laugh, waving my ring finger around. “Because clearly I already have this big rock wrapped around my finger.”
We laugh but then the music starts so all of us fall quiet, except for Flannery who is still blowing raspberries, oblivious to the seriousness and reverence of the situation.
Maxim walks down the aisle and stands waiting for Celeste. His groomsmen then join him. Maxim looks dashing in his tuxedo, but also kind of like a nervous little boy. I can’t really blame him. It’s obvious that he’s so in love with Celeste.
A pretty young woman walks down the aisle, carrying a bouquet of flowers. I look down at the program— Flannery tries to grab it out of my hands as if she thinks it’s a game— and see the name “Rachel” listed as Matron of Honor before Flannery manages to snatch it away.
I smile at her and shake my head “no,” but I let her have the piece of paper anyway. Gavin’s right. Flannery’s got everyone wrapped around her cute little finger.
The violin string quartet begins playing A Midsummer Night’s Dream and everyone stands up. Celeste is escorted down the aisle by her parents. She’s wearing a beautiful ivory dress that shows off her hourglass figure, hugging her curves in all the right places. She is simply breath taking.
As she stands with Maxim and they say their vows, I can’t wait for my own wedding day. I look down at Flannery still sitting in my lap and wonder what else is in store for Gavin and me in our journey. I can’t believe we ended up here from where we started, but I guess Celeste and Maxim are probably thinking the same thing right about now, and look at them.
The couple who started all of us off, getting married and making it official. And Gavin and I are next… eventually.
He takes my hand in his and I look down at my sparking ring, wanting to remember this day forever. As he winks at me while Celeste and Maxim are pronounced man and wife, I know he’s thinking the exact same thing.
We are a match made in heaven, even if our heaven was a little less traditional than most.
Chapter 9 – Gavin
“That was a great fucking wedding,” I tell Maxim, at his and Celeste’s reception.
“Thanks, Man,” he says, before Celeste pulls him away to go greet guests at other tables with her.
I meant what I said. I’m a dude, but even I know it was a great wedding. And this is an amazing reception.
This pavilion features floor to ceiling accordion glass doors with a beautiful view of the lake and mountain outside, where the couple just said their vows. There’s a live band and delicious food, and amazing weather. It couldn’t be a more perfect evening for a wedding celebration.
Jade alternates between dancing with little Flannery— rocking her in her arms to slow songs and bee-bopping and jostling her around to the faster tunes— and then with me. Just when I think it’s impossible to love her any more than I already do, she proves me wrong.
After dinner, there are toasts, and no one mentions the insane way that Celeste and Maxim met. But at one point Maxim thanks his guests for coming, including his new business partners “and everything we share in common,” and Celeste winks in the direction of our table.
I suppose true love can be found in the strangest places. Even at three different location of The Exchange.
Speaking of The Exchange, we’re technically supposed to be there for the retreat but I’m glad Maxim and Celeste decided to get married today and invite us, giving us an excuse to not have to be over there. Their reception here is so much better than whatever craziness is going on at The Exchange. It’s becoming clear to me that I’m going to have to balance the sordid club business with a peaceful, happy personal life.
I’m not familiar with such things. I was raised in chaos and debauchery. But I’m determined to make a better life for Jade and myself— and, I can’t help but think, as I see her twirling little Flannery around in her arms— whoever else might eventually join our family.
Jade and I slow dance to a haunting rendition of Garth Brooks’ “To Make You Feel My Love” and then Veronica and Isaac tiptoe over to us, a sleeping Flannery resting in Isaac’s arms.
“We’re going to head out,” Veronica whispers.
“Good night,” Jade says back, her voice low.
She hugs Veronica and Isaac and gives Flannery a gentle kiss on the head.
“I’m so glad I got to meet her,” she says. “And you two!”
“Yes, if we don’t see you guys tomorrow before your flight back, have an amazing rest of your trip,” Veronica says.
Isaac shakes my hand and then it’s just Jade and me. The newlyweds are dancing and other guests are heading out.
“I suppose it’s time we go to our room,” I tell my new fiancée.
I had reserved a room here at the resort so that we don’t have far to go to celebrate everything good that’s happened this weekend, privately.
“I suppose it is,” Jade agrees.
We go over to Veronica and Isaac and say congratulations one more time.
“I’m so glad you could come,” Veronica says, hugging us.
“Good job, man,” I tell Isaac, nodding to him before leading Jade away to our private escape.
We have one more night in Arizona and I’m going to make it live up to the sweltering desert heat’s reputation.
Chapter 10 – Gavin
Jade’s already taking her dress off as soon as we get to our room. She knows what I like. But she’s not expecting me to pick her up and carry her into the bathroom of our hotel suite.
“Where are we going?” she asks me.
“You’ll see,” I tell her.
“You’re just full of surprises lately,” she says.
“That I am.”
I don’t let go of her until we’re in the marble tile shower— or should I say shower room. It’s big enough for ten people, the most luxurious shower I’ve ever been in. I sit her down on the ledge and turn on one of the faucets.
I lift up the handheld shower head and say, “Surprise.”
“You really do have the best ideas,” she says, smiling.
She blushes a bit, still my slutty virgin.
“Spread your legs,” I command her.
“Yes, Sir.”
She opens them wide for me, so I can see every inch of her beautiful pussy.
I hold the shower head up so that the pressure of the water hits her where it counts.
“Yes,” she says, that looks on her face that shows she’s in the midst of extreme pleasure immediately showing up, just as I had hoped.
I watch her face turn into different phases as ecstasy as the water continues to hit and massage her pussy.
“Oh, my God,” she cries out, leaning her head back onto the tile. “Gavin. I’m coming.”
“Come for me,” I tell her, getting excited myself.
I hand her the shower head and say, “Let me watch you come some more.”
As the water makes her come again and again, I take my cock in my hand and stroke it. It grows to its full length and wide girth, and all I want to do is explode.
But not yet. I need to be in her.
I pick her up, soaking wet and slippery, and carry her to the bed. I notice there’s a bedpost, so I grab my tie and constrain her wrists.
“Time for you to be my slutty little sex slave,” I tell her. “You ready?”
“Yes, sir.”
Her ass is sticking up in the air for me as her wrists are tied to the bed post. I
grab my belt next and quickly lash it across the pale skin of her ass.
“Ouch!” she cries out, but then she quickly says, “More, sir. Please.”
Whap, whap.
I hit her again, watching welts appear as she cries out in both pleasure and pain.
“That hurts so bad, Gavin, but it also feels so good.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” I tell her, coming closer and grabbing hold of her ass cheeks. “Do you need me to make you feel all better?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, and I spread open her ass cheeks nice and wide.
Without any warning, I plunge my large, hard cock into her ass hole, and she cries out, “Oh, my God, Gavin, that hurts.”
She jolts away from me but she can’t get far because she’s tied up. Mine for the taking, now and always.
“Does it hurt too much?” I ask her, rocking inside her tight little asshole, stretching it to its limit, but already knowing the answer.
“No,” she says, whimpering. “No, Sir, it doesn’t hurt too much.”
“Good,” I answer. “Because I’ve been wanting to fuck your ass again ever since I proposed to you.”
I reach around and play with her clit while I fuck her ass hole.
She continues moaning in both pleasure and pain while once in a while saying, “Oh, Gavin,” slow and deep.
“Yes, my slutty little fiancée,” I tell her, as I feel her juices gushing out into my hand. “Does your ass hole hurt while you come for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” she says, grinding her teeth.
I stick my fingers in her mouth and she bites them to muffle her screams as my cock tears up her little ass hole. But soon she must feel better because she’s desperately sucking my fingers that were just in her pussy, saying, “More, Sir, More,” as I plunge myself in and out of her ass.
She begins to rock her whole body, grinding her ass against my cock, while I play with her clit with my other hand.
“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she calls out, in the throes of desire fulfilled.
“I’m about to blow my wad in your ass hole,” I tell her, overcome with passion myself. “I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”
It bursts out of me, feeling like more than I’ve ever shot into her in my life.
“Yes, yes,” she gasps, collapsing as much as she can— in this position and with her wrists bound— down onto the bed. She gasps and pants and I watch my cream pie fall out of her ass hole before I join her.
“This is everything I’ve always wanted,” I tell her, petting her sweaty hair before reaching up to untie her wrists. “I can’t believe I’m going to have it for the rest of my life.”
“Me too,” she says, still panting. “And me neither.”
We both laugh as we realize that didn’t make a lot of sense.
“I’m sorry,” she says. “You completely blew my mind tonight. I can’t even think straight.”
“Blowing my wad into you sure blew my mind too,” I tell her, and we laugh again.
“I love you,” I say, seriously, looking into her earnest eyes.
“I love you too, so much. Let’s get married soon,” she says. “You already made me wait forever and a day before you proposed.”
“Anything you want,” I tell her, wrapping her up in my strong arms, determined to never let her go. “You may have sold me your body, but you stole my heart.”
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Chapter 1 – Madilyn
A shiver runs through me as I step out of the elevator and into the open foyer of the Law Firm of Mark, Sanchez & Reed. It’s not just because the air conditioning is on full blast to combat the dry August heat and overcompensate to the point where the air inside feels chilly. It’s also due to a mixture of excitement and fear that is coursing through my veins.
And horniness. There’s definitely a little horniness mixed in there and coursing its way through other parts of me as well.
“Welcome, Ms. St. Clair,” the receptionist says, standing up and coming over to greet me.
He’s every bit of a proverbial tall, dark and handsome hotty but his perfect hair and impeccable fashion taste— he’s wearing a bespoke suit and tie that puts my carefully chosen skirt suit to shame— signal that he’s gay, damn it.
“I’m Claude,” he says, with what I swear is a slight French accent, “and I’ll show you to your temporary office.”
“Nice to meet you.”
I shake his hand and begin to follow him. As we pass the receptionist desk I note a framed picture of another man kissing Claude on the cheek. I’m happy for him but sad for me that my suspicions are confirmed.
It’s not like you could sleep with the receptionist at your brand new job , I think, chiding myself.
I’m on a mission. I need to have sex.
But not with anyone at work. I’m not that stupid.
“Did you say temporary office?” I ask Claude, willing myself back to reality.
“Yes,” he says, leading me down the spiral staircase. “It’s right this way.”
“What happened to…”
I trail off momentarily. I had wanted to say “ my office,” but that sounds presumptuous.
“…the permanent office?” I finish.
When I’d interviewed here, one of the firm’s named partners, Cameron Sanchez, had showed me an office he said would be mine if I ended up getting the job. It was a large office with an impressive view of the Sandia Mountains and I’d been eagerly awaiting the chance to decorate it and make it my own.
“You do have an office but that wing is in the process of expansion,” Claude says.
“Expansion?”
Am I getting an even bigger office ?
“Under construction,” he says, with an awkward shrug.
It’s obvious that Claude is just as confused as I am. The poor guy was only assigned to give me the bad news and show me to my “temporary office” and here I am badgering him with questions.
As we head down to the next floor it also becomes obvious that I’ve been temporarily housed with the paralegals in a cubicle area of a large shared space in the middle of the floor.
“Here’s your temporary office,” Claude says, and hightails it back upstairs. “Sandy will help you get set up.”
I wish I could call out after him that it’s not nice to pretend a cubicle is an office and then run away once the truth comes out. But he is so damn cute that I’ll let that one slide.
A tall blonde woman with frizzy hair says, “Hi, I’m Sandy. Paralegal extraordinaire. Welcome to ‘Cubicle Hell,’ as it’s known around here.”
“Ha.”
I half- smile at her, not sure what to say to that that would sound appreciative of her humor yet not sound insulting to the firm. I finally remember to introduce myself.
“Madilyn St. Clair,” I tell her, shaking her hand warmly, although she doesn’t return my effort very enthusiastically.
“You’ll just work here until your wing is ready,” she says.
“And how long will that be?” I ask her.
She shrugs.
“No tellin’.”
We’re in the middle of an area bordering what looks to be a somewhat busy intersection for firm traffic. People pass us by and look at me with curiosity.
One of the passersby is an overweight guy in a dumpy looking suit who sneers at me and says, “Good luck moving in before Christmas. And welcome to Marks, S
anchez & Reed, where the newest associates are obviously the least priority.”
“Don’t pay Steven any mind,” Sandy says, rolling her eyes. “He’s a senior associate who’s not going to make partner. He’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”
She walks away without saying goodbye or telling me what I’m supposed to do now. I sit down on the pathetic excuse of a computer chair and try not to look as dejected as I feel.
Today is supposed to be my fresh start. My bright new beginning.
I’ve dumped the ex, started a new job and vowed to live a more fulfilling and exciting life. Which includes having sex for the first time ever.
I try to turn on the computer but it won’t start up no matter how many times I make the attempt. Out of embarrassment, I was trying to ignore the bustling people walking past me but now I realize that no one else even seems to know or care that I exist.
The first day of my new job is supposed to be the scary and exciting part but as I sit and stare at the obviously defunct computer, it dawns on me that I had no reason to shiver when I first got here. Nothing noteworthy is happening today.
I can’t believe that just a few minutes ago I arrived for my first day as an associate lawyer, bright- eyed, bushy- tailed, ready to learn and eager to please, only to find out that there’s no room for me.
Sure, I’ve heard rumors about associate life. Every law student does. When you’re a clerk, still in law school but working for the firm over the summer, the partners wine and dine you, anxious for your commitment to work for them if you’re lucky enough to get a permanent offer.
I’d spent my summer clerkship at a different firm— almost , but not quite as, reputable as Marks. The first law firm had made me an offer to be a permanent associate after graduation, but I worked my ass off during my third year of law school and I’d gotten my GPA up to Marks caliber.
Even though I’d achieved my goal of getting an associate offer at the best firm in Albuquerque, now I’m wondering if I’d only won some kind of booby prize. The lack of respect sure seems to take a nose dive for those moving from the summer clerk level to the new associate level.
