by Eva Luxe
“Well, maybe we’ll have to make your Mile High Fantasy come true,” she says, shrugging.
“How?” I ask.
“Shhhh,” she says, and now it’s her turn to kiss me. “Let your new wife worry about all the details.”
“Okay,” I tell her, with a grin. “Right now I’ll just worry about having sex with my new wife in a regular old bed.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” she says.
But suddenly I don’t feel like having sex with her in the bed. I feel like doing something better.
I pick her up and she wraps her legs around me. I kiss her while I put one of my legs up on the bed and pull her into me. I hold onto her ass and while I enter her, my cock jutting deep into her wet pussy.
“I like this position,” she says. “It feels so good.”
I look down at her pink lips and dripping wet pussy hole as my cock goes in and out of her. I play with her clit while I thrust.
She wraps her arms around my neck and I pull her closer and hold her up while I fuck her. She grinds her hips against me and I go faster, and every time she pauses I slap her ass or give it a good squeeze.
“I’m coming,” she moans, as I feel the walls of her pussy tighten around my cock. “I’m coming on your big cock. I love it. I love you.”
“I love you too,” I tell her, while she pants and moans. “And now I want to fuck you doggy style.”
She looks at me with half a smile.
“Okay,” she says, giving in to my every command.
Only now do I set her down on the bed, on all fours like I like: her pussy and ass spread open for me, waiting for me, wanting me.
I push a finger into her asshole and play with it, as she moans and says, “Oh, my God, Ramsey.”
“Can your husband do what he wants with you?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she moans.
Still playing with her ass, I stick my cock in her pussy and thrust hard and deep, filling her up to the brim.
“I love when you fuck me like this,” she says, squeezing a pillow that’s in front of her while I hold onto her hips and push myself even deeper within her. “I love when your cock fills me all the way up.”
“I’m so glad we’ve never had to use a condom,” I tell her, as I look down at her naked, open pussy as I fuck it. “I’ve always had all of you to do with as I please.”
“You know this means we could have another baby, right?” she asks, looking back at me. “James is eating solid food now so I’m nursing him less and less. They say it’s good birth control for a while, but they also said I couldn’t ever even get pregnant, so…”
“That’s fine,” I tell her, pushing in and out of her pussy while my fingers trace her asshole. “Every boy needs a brother. I would know.”
“But what about a sister?” she asks, laughing. “Doesn’t he need a sister?”
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “We’ll see what we get next. And after that, we could have another. I hear three is a good number of kids to have in one family.”
She laughs and then her breath quickens with the rhythm of my cock inside her.
“I don’t know about all of that,” she says. “It might be hard if not impossible for us to even have another one, considering my odds the first time around were supposed to be zero.”
“Well, see how much they know?” I tell her. “And even the doctors have said that now that you’ve had one, they were probably wrong and you could have more.”
“That’s true,” she says, sighing. “But that’s all in the future and I don’t want to worry about that. I’m happy with our here and now. Our Just One Lifetime together. And I know that this right here, right now, feels really good.”
“I love it too,” I tell her. “Our lifetime together. And this feeling right here and now.”
I squeeze her ass while I pump in and out of her, and she begins to moan while she comes again.
“Oh my God, Ramsey, I’m going to come.”
“I’ll come with you this time,” I tell her, feeling a pull at the base of my cock. She reaches around and grabs a hold of my balls and that really does it. I give it into the release I’ve been holding back from so that I could make our wedding last longer.
“I’m going to come in your pussy, Monica,” I tell her, grunting and groaning. “I might knock you up again with another one of my babies.”
“That’s fine,” she says, panting. “Just let me finish coming before we have to get back to the baby that we do have, tomorrow.”
I laugh as I come— something I didn’t even know was possible— and I can’t help but feel so grateful that I get to do this any time I want, with Monica, the mother of my child and the only love of my life. When we’re done, I collapse on the bed beside her and think about our baby boy sleeping peacefully at home.
“Thank you for giving me everything I ever wanted, even if it was a surprise,” I tell her.
Monica turns her head and mumbles into my chest, “You’re welcome.”
She’s asleep, and I’m headed there too. Peacefully, now. Lacking nothing except sex on an airplane, which is a small thing to be missing compared to everything I already have.
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Ramsey & Monica’s “Just for One Weekend” Soundtrack / Song List!
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Heroes – David Bowie
Tom Sawyer – Rush
Patience – Guns N Roses
Motorcycle Drive By – Third Eye Blind
Under the Bridge – Red Hot Chili Peppers
Make You Feel My Love – Bob Dylan
Hallelujah – Leonard Cohen
Closer – Nine Inch Nails
Baby – Justin Bieber Ft. Ludacris
Sweet Child o Mine – Guns N’ Roses
Can’t Take My Eyes Off You – Frankie Valli
Righteous Love – Joan Osborne
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More, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance
Copyright 2017 by Juliana Conners; All Rights Reserved.
Chapter 1 – Katie
It’s 4:20 pm, so that means I’m on a break from work at my job as a legal assistant at the law firm of Marks, Sanchez and Reed. Lately though, I’ve been thinking they should rename themselves Sugar Daddy Central.
I swear the law office has turned into a real life Match.com for older lawyers and their younger subordinates. First, Asher Marks hooked up with the new associate Madilyn. That part wasn’t surprising because Asher Marks hooks up with a new associate every year.
What was surprising is that he proposed marriage to her. No one ever thought Asher would settle down and get engaged. Then I found out that Asher’s co-founding partner Cameron Sanchez— whom everyone calls Ron— is officially getting it on with my friend and fellow secretary Ruby.
Apparently, some girls can’t walk into their boss’ offices without lifting up their skirt and tempting them with the goods. And some bosses can’t resist bending their secretaries over their desk and having their way with them.
This thought might sound judgmental but I think it with love, because both Madilyn and Ruby rock. But what the ever-loving fuck has gotten into younger girls around my age?
Sure, Madilyn is twenty-five and has a law degree— but that’s still much closer to my age than her fiancé Asher, who is old enough to be her father. And Ruby is close to me in age— she’s twenty years old.
Are there no more young knights in shining armor? They’re all old and rich?
I wouldn’t know. I’m not
involved with any of that craziness. My only love affair is with books.
People think I’m just a pothead, but I’m a deep-thinking pothead. My only boyfriends are long-dead authors— such as William Faulkner, whose books I’ve read and re-read too many times to count.
If you've read one William Faulkner novel, though, you've read them all. They're all the same Southern dysfunctional family bullshit. But I'm drawn to them like moths to a flame even though they're just as dangerous for me.
Most people read to escape, preferably to some perfect fantasy world, but for some reason I’m compelled to read books that are close to my own reality. Every day, I tell myself "No more depressing novels. Try something light! Or at least throw some kinky Nabokov in with your Flannery O'Conner."
But then most days I pick up the same old tomes full of darkness and sadness, even though they remind me of how bleak and depressing my own life really is, which only makes things worse.
I can’t forget boring. My own life is really fucking boring. And my job is boring. It feels utterly inconsequential. Or as if I’m inconsequential to anything that goes on in the office.
I’m so inconsequential that I'm sitting in my car reading The Sound and the Fury and smoking a bowl and no one will even notice I’m gone. I'm sure there are people who judge me for smoking pot. In fact, that's why I'm out here in my car instead of in the file room where I used to smoke it, before the Powers That Be— namely, Asher and Cameron— found my vape pen and assumed it was Ruby’s.
I guess I can see why they assumed that. With the dyed streaks in her hair and her alternative way of dressing, Ruby looks like the type who would smoke weed. That's part of why I love her. But really, she's as straight laced as they come— or at least she is now.
The last thing I wanted to do was get Ruby into any trouble. I had to fess up to the vape pen being my dirty little not-so-secret (if anyone besides secretaries— or, in Ruby's case, bosses getting head from secretaries— came into the file room once in a while they'd happen to know what goes on in there).
I thought I'd get fired and I was prepared for that possibility. It probably wouldn't have been the worst thing that could happen. Maybe it would spur me on to find a better, more stimulating job— since mine is so boring and all.
It's not that I don't want more responsibility. It's just that no one thinks to give it to me.
The partner I work for, Jameson “Jim” Reed, is in court all the time and doesn't let me come with him because he has a paralegal assigned to the case. Paralegals can bill time for their hours spent working on litigation whereas lowly secretaries— we're technically called legal assistants nowadays— cannot.
A lot of legal assistants are assigned to more than one partner but Jim is such a big wig— I jokingly call him a diva— that he demands exclusivity. And since he’s one of the three named partners that helped start the firm— along with Asher and Cameron— I suppose he’s entitled to make demands. Even if it means I have nothing to do all day.
When I told Ron that it was my vape pen and not Ruby’s, I didn’t get fired. In fact, it saved Ruby’s job and Ruby and Ron’s relationship. Since it wasn’t Ruby’s vape pen, she could come back to the firm. And since I have a medical card, Ron really didn’t know what to do with me, so he did nothing.
I think Ron felt so grateful to me for that that he would have promoted me to office manager. But he was still a little worried about what he viewed as my pot problem.
I explained to him that medical marijuana helps me with my anxiety and ADHD. I also told him I wouldn’t sue him for his violation of my HIPAA rights by asking about my disability and my medications.
So, he said he doesn’t care, as long as, I don’t smoke it in the office. Now I take my breaks in my car.
First, I have to walk by all the secretaries standing outside smoking their cigarettes, which are a lot more dangerous than my vape pen, even if Ron and the other partners don’t see it that way yet. They just haven’t caught up with the times. One day they’ll realize they should be vaping too. Everyone should be, if you ask me.
As I’m staring at the secretaries who are gathered just outside the door of the main entrance to our building, wondering if I should go give them my advice about switching from tobacco to marijuana— although I’m sure they wouldn’t appreciate my little tip— someone catches my eye. How could he not?
This guy is hot. So hot, that he makes me wet just by looking at him. I want to find out where he’s going and how I can go there too.
Chapter 2 – Katie
The guy entering the building is the proverbial tall, kind of dark and handsome figure that one reads about in books or watches on TV. He really could be a movie star, if he were assigned to the role of a serious-looking yet handsome banker or lawyer.
He carries himself— as he walks through the doors of the building— with charm and grace. He has dark blonde hair, tan skin that looks like he spends a lot of time outside, and a fit, muscular body type. I’m sure he catches every woman’s eye.
In fact, all the smoking secretaries turn their heads away from their cigarettes and stop their chatter to look at him. Then they turn back towards each other with widened eyes and begin chatting again, undoubtedly about him.
I allow a momentary fantasy to slip into my thoughts, drowning out the depressing thoughts lingering there from Faulkner’s book.
What if this handsome man is headed to the law firm where I work? He’s wearing a business suit and looks like he’s on official business.
What if I could get in on this older man, younger woman trend that seems to be affecting my office like the plague?
If Ruby thinks it’s hot, maybe it is. And Madilyn is a smart, ambitious lawyer who hooked up with her boss and got a huge diamond ring out of the deal.
I don’t want to get married, though. Marriage is for suckers. I don’t even believe in commitment.
Even though everyone thinks I’m some kind of badass, I’ve never even had sex. Most of the time I don’t even want to. From what I’ve seen, sex just leads to dangerous things.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about sex. I have a very overactive imagination. And right now, I’m thinking of the guy who just walked into the building ripping off my clothes and spreading my legs open.
He might have to whisper sweet dirty nothings into my ear to get me to let him see what’s between my legs. He might have to pick me up and wrap my legs around him and push himself into me.
Fuck.
I look at the clock on my dashboard. I can’t get this distracted right now.
My break is over. I have to go back to my boring job even though I have nothing else to do for the 45 minutes I have to work— I get off at 5:30 pm — until I can come back out to my car and go home.
I throw my vape pen into the consul and turn my car off before getting out. As I walk by the smoking secretaries, I nod at them and smile, but they barely seem to notice my existence. They’re still talking about the mystery man— not that I can blame them.
“I heard he’s worth way more money than Asher or Ron even knew,” one of them is to saying to the other.
“Ruby found out he’s worth a fortune,” the second one says back to the first one.
My heart skips a beat.
So, he is coming to our office. And Ruby knows who he is. I might see him again. He might see me.
As I step through the glass doors and into the building with a large mirror on the wall, I glance down at the outfit I haphazardly threw together this morning before rushing out the door: a turquoise, red and orange blouse with a black skirt. I certainly don’t look very professional— but my job’s not important enough to wear what’s expected of me.
I try to suck in my stomach. I’m normally not very self conscious but I’m not normally about to— hopefully— run into a rich, handsome man I’ve just fantasized about making love to me.
That little development kind of changes things a bit. As I look down, I see my breasts hea
ving with the extra breaths I’m taking thanks to my excitement.
At least the benefit of being a bigger girl is having big boobs. I’m sure he’ll notice those right away, in addition to my witty and fun personality, of course.
I shake my head, reminding myself that I probably won’t even see him. But I want to. I want to do a lot more than see him. I want to let him do to me what the partners here at the firm do to my co-workers.
There really must be something contagious around here. I never thought I’d want an older, much more experienced man to take my virginity. But now, as I head up the elevator to the partners’ floor and hope that I see this mystery man waiting for me when I get out, it’s all I seem to want.
Chapter 3 – Damien
It’s the first time I’ve been to the law firm of Marks, Sanchez and Reed but I stroll into Ron Sanchez’s office like I fucking own the place. I was planning to knock, but his door is open, so I just walk right in.
“Damien,” Ron says, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie.
There’s a young woman sitting in the chair opposite his desk and she jumps as I come in. I nod at her. She’s attractive but what catches my attention the most is the fact that she has purple streaks of dye in her hair.
Kids these days.
“How did you know which office is mine?” Ron asks me.
“There’s a receptionist,” I tell him, and he smirks at my sarcastic comment.
“That’s true.”
The relationship between businessmen such as myself and our lawyers has always amused me. We both need each other but at the same time we both resent needing each other.
Without Ron Sanchez, I wouldn’t be able to get quality legal representation. Without me, he wouldn’t be able to keep the office’s lights on.
But Ron wants me to pay as much as possible for his legal services while I want to pay as little as possible, so long as the representation is still good. It’s a delicate balance to strike.
