by Amy Brent
The crowd around us was cheering and clapping. The band started to play their music again in celebration. “I know everything about you,” I said as I took the ring out the box and held it out. Allie gave me her hand. I slid it onto her finger.
“Oh, it’s beautiful,” Allie said over the noise in the restaurant. “It’s perfect.” She admired the ring and then looked up at me. Her mascara was running. She was still gorgeous. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too,” I said, kissing her. More cheering erupted around us.
We didn’t get back to my house until late that night. We stumbled down the hall, tripping over some of Allie’s moving boxes. Within another week or so she would officially be moved in. The house smelled good all the time now. My fridge was full. My bed was always warm. Living with Allie was going to be such an awesome adventure.
I took her into the bedroom. We undressed. Then I wrapped my arm around her and lowered her down onto the bed beneath me. We kissed every part of each other. She held onto my wrists and spread her legs. She wrapped them around my waist, and I rose to the occasion. I pressed into her.
She moaned into my mouth. I silenced her by sealing my lips over hers.
I held her face in my hands and stared down at her as I moved inside her pussy. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip.
I rocked against her and held her in my arms. She clung to me. I felt like I couldn’t get as close to her as I wanted even though I was inside her. The desperation in the way she held me made me think she felt the same way.
“I love you,” I told her as I continued to bury my cock in her.
“I love you, too,” she half-whispered half-moaned.
I straightened above her. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and let me push her legs back so that I could get deeper inside her. She moaned as I rested her ankles on my shoulders and fucked her hard and deep.
Her fingers curled in the sheets. She couldn’t keep her eyes closed. Each breath was sharp and desperate. She was going to come.
I wanted to feel her tighten around my cock. I wanted to feel her get wetter. I pushed her legs back farther and slid myself deep into her pussy. She moaned and whispered my name.
My name on her lips drove me wild. I began thrusting harder and faster. She cried out my name this time. I grabbed her shoulders to hold her in place as my cock thrust into her. Then, all at once, we both came. I filled her pussy, and she held my wrists as her body shook with her orgasm.
We moved apart, and I flopped down on the bed beside her. She looked over at me with a smile playing on her lips.
Then she sat up and leaned across me, reaching for the nightstand on her side of my bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked, not that I minded the way she was squishing her tits against my chest.
She opened the drawer and pulled something out. Then she crossed her legs and sat beside me. She held up what she had grabbed: a pen and a little yellow book. Her diary.
I crossed my arms behind my head, and she opened the diary and set it on my stomach to use me as a table. I rested a hand on her knee as she leaned over to write. But I couldn’t keep my hand there. The way she was sitting was just begging for me to touch her. So I trailed my hand up the inside of her thigh and began playing with her clit while she tried to write.
“Steven.” She giggled, pretending to put up a fight. “Let me write this quickly.”
“What? You can’t write while I play with you?”
“No. I don’t know.”
“Try it,” I encouraged.
She scowled playfully at me and leaned over the book, the pen poised above the paper. When she pressed the tip of it to the page, I slipped a finger into her. She moaned but didn’t stop writing. Her hand moved quickly, frantically, as I fucked her with my fingers. I could tell that she was struggling to keep it together.
When she was done she fell back, my fingers still in her pussy. Her diary fell closed on my stomach, and the pen rolled off the edge of the bed. I picked up the book with my free hand and pulled my finger out of her to rub her clit once more. “Can I read what you wrote?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said breathlessly.
I opened to the most recent page. There was no heading like all her other entries, and she had written right smack in the middle of the page rather than starting at the top like she always did. The entry was short:
Dear Diary,
There’s something you need to know. Something that will make all the other pages a thing of the past: They lived happily ever after.
I smiled at her words.
“Happily ever after sounds pretty damn good,” I said.
“Doesn’t it?” she said, sitting up and leaning over me. I played with her clit some more as she kissed me. Then she lay on her side beside me, and I hugged her to me.
I ran my fingers over her hip. She pressed her ass up against my crotch. My dick was hard. I slipped it between her legs. It slid easily into her wet pussy. She clutched her pillow and arched her back so that I could get deeper inside her.
I worked her over slowly. She rotated her hips against me in an even rhythm. I loved the way it felt when she ground on me like that. She turned her face to me, and we kissed. I sucked on her bottom lip. She let out a whispering moan.
“Fuck me as hard as you can, fiancé,” she said playfully.
I lifted her leg in the air. She rubbed her clit. I did as she said.
I fucked her as hard as I could. She threw her head back and nearly screamed with pleasure. I kissed her shoulder and held her to me, burying my cock deeper and deeper inside her with every thrust. She rubbed herself faster.
We both climaxed together. Then we stayed like that, joined together until I forced myself to get up and clean off. Allie did the same.
We got back into bed. Allie cozied up tight to my side and rested her cheek on my chest. I could feel her warm breath on my skin.
“So,” she said softly. “When do we want to get married?”
“Whenever you want,” I said. “You’ve wanted a fall wedding since you were in high school, haven’t you?”
“Yes. The autumn colors are beautiful.”
“Fall it is,” I said, kissing the top of her head. “What kind of dress do you want?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered. I felt her eyelashes on my chest as she closed her eyes. “I guess I’ll have to try a bunch on.”
“I bet you’ll love that.”
“I will,” she said happily. “Married. We’re getting married. I’m so happy, Steven.”
“Me too,” I said, rubbing her shoulder with my thumb. “I can’t wait to marry you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Allie Wright. The best thing.”
She curled up closer to me. The scent of her coconut shampoo filled the air. I was so looking forward to breathing that in every night and every morning for the rest of my life.
I sighed. So this is what people had seen all these years that I had been blind to. Allie and me. Soul mates—two people who were meant to be together.
I was glad they had all been right.
The End
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Office Fling
Chapter One
~Raphael~
“So, as you can clearly see, we are not nearly at the profit margin we could be capable of. Because of these holes where we’re letting productivity and resources just bleed out of us, I’m sure you’ll agree that drastic changes need to be made.”
I looked at the men and women around me, all of them dressed in crisp, professional attire and all of them with their heads up their own asses.
A mild exaggeration. Given that I had hired some of them myself, I knew at least a handful were good eggs. But it was obvious that even our best and brightest were being held back by the worst of us and I wasn’t about to sit b
ack and let that happen.
But, just as I was about to go into the part of my speech were heads would roll and a fire would be lit under the behinds of the survivors, I saw one of my assistants dashing towards the door as quickly as her sensible heels would allow her.
Obviously, that caught my attention. Stacy had worked for me for three years and she never raised her gait above a leisurely walk. Normally I would never tolerate such sloth, but she was good at what she did, and she could type at an impossible one hundred and seven words per minute.
She was breathing hard by the time she reached me, but stood on tiptoe and whispered in my ear. I didn’t think we had ever had physical contact before -the woman usually preferred to stick to herself- so I knew it had to be urgent.
It turned out I was right. She finished what she needed to say breathlessly, then looked up at me, waiting for my next order.
“Follow protocol,” I answered matter of factly, causing her to scurry off.
Once she was gone, I looked back to my workers, all of which who were staring at me with either mild curiosity or confusion. I milled over my words for a moment or too, letting them marinade in whatever they were feeling, before speaking.
“Many of you have been with me for years,” I started, making sure my voice filled every corner of the room. “You’ve been a part of building this company from the ground up. You’ve been there for highs, and lows, and now we are in the most profitable quarter yet.” Another pause, taking time to read each person’s expression. Some were concerned, some confused, some looked politely interested, and a select few looked incredibly nervous. Interesting. My speech was only targeting one person, but it would be good to look into what could possibly be troubling the conscious of the others.
“But that success isn’t enough for some of you. Apparently, a particular person felt the need to sell company secrets and future projects to our competitors, Nexicorp.” Now people were looking alive, and my gaze homed in at the end of the table. “So tell me, Westin,” I said, “Did what they pay you come nearly close enough to cover the lawsuit you’re going to be hit with for breaking your employee contract?”
The man’s face went pale. He wasn’t one of my hires, but he had been under my division for at least four years. It just went to prove that money would always be peoples’ bottom line. Loyalty, integrity, none of that mattered. Only cold hard cash. I wasn’t surprised, I wasn’t even disappointed. I was just irritated that this had to take up my valuable time.
“I-I-I don’t know what you mean.”
I just affixed him with an authoritative glare. “My assistants have already comprised all of the evidence and security is on their way now. We’ve cleaned out your desk and you will find all of your things in a box by the door.”
Here was the moment of truth, where you got to see what kind of cheat someone was. Would he hold his head high and stride out of here with what little dignity he had left? Or would be hang his head and skulk like the cockroach he was?
He chose to run, actually. One moment he was in his chair, the next he was out the door and pelting towards the elevator. No matter, security would escort him out one way or another.
I waited for him to disappear behind the counter before returning my attention back to the rest of the room.
“Now, about those drastic measures,” I continued, as if nothing had happened. “I want all of you to brainstorms several ways to push us even further in productivity, so we can be at the level I know we’re capable of being at. I need a minimum of three with one flagship idea that you can give a five-minute presentation on by our next meeting. Any questions?”
No one dared to speak, or even move. I waited a full minute before nodding, and pressing the power button on the remote control in my hand, shutting down our projector.
“In that case, I’ll see all of you on Wednesday.”
I strode out, knowing they would all file out once they recovered. I was sure there would be plenty of office gossip about Westin for the next few days, but I couldn’t care less. I did, however need to work with our security and HR team to further vet our employees. I knew that being a large, successful corporation and leader in our field would make us a target, but I had thought that we were doing all that we could to eliminate that threat.
Apparently, it wasn’t enough.
I made a beeline towards the one elevator that lead to the upper management floors. I had a spacious office along with my VP, CFO and COO. The rest of the board and leadership roles had their own spaces on the floors below us, allowing us enough privacy to concentrate and not feel crowded, but not separating us so much that we lost touch to the day to day workings of our field.
If there was one thing I was insistent on, it was that all of my board stayed in touch with reality. We had to understand what every position in our building had to do in order to manage them properly. Not to mention lead our company in new and profitable directions.
The doors of the elevator closed in front of me, and I finally let my anger boil up into my face.
I kept a tight leash on my emotions in public. If there was one thing I had learned, it was that people would use anything they could to manipulate you, so I didn’t give them anything but a carefully compose slate to read. But man, the thought of someone trying to profit by betraying all of my hard work instead of just working hard themselves completely pissed me off.
Finally, the elevator opened on my floor and I walked to my office, closing the door behind me. It seemed that no matter what I did, or how cautious I was, I was always going to be surrounded by sharks in the water.
At least I was smart enough to stay on top of them. Never trust anyways and always assume the worst was my mantra, and it had served me well.
I just wish it wasn’t so damn exhausting.
Chapter Two
~McKenna~
I bit into my sandwich, lukewarm, cheap deli meat being far from tasty, but it was all that I could afford. At least the over-processed, bright orange cheese masked some of the terribleness, allowing me to choke it down with my tea.
“You okay there?” Alicia asked, nibbling at her tofu wrap. “You look like you’re stressed.”
“No, I’m fine,” I insisted, ducking my head down. The last thing I needed to do was draw attention to myself, even if it was just Davie, Alicia and I present.
“Are you sure you don’t have a fever, chica? Tis the season for flu and all of that, with it getting warmer and all.”
I smiled briefly at the head of our team and the eldest member of the janitorial crew. “True, but it’s not like I ever hang out with anybody since the building is always empty. Not to mention that half of my job is sterilizing anything in sight.”
“Ay. But too much of that is bad, you know. Kills your immune system and all that. You need germs to train your body, or something like that.”
Perhaps it was rude of me to be surprised to hear a fifty-something year old janitor with a thick accent talk about pathogen-based resistance, but I couldn’t help it. “That’s very true. But considering the kind of people who work here, I don’t think I want to submit my immune system to half of the vile stuff that comes out of their bodies.”
Alicia and Davie both laughed at that. While I was sure that plenty of nice people worked in the office building that we cleaned, most of us assumed that they were stereotypical, office jerks. It probably didn’t help that we cleaned up all of their messes. I couldn’t count how many times I found small baggies in the trash with a white, powdery substance left over in the corners, or pill casings that were definitely not prescription. Or even abandoned flasks in the corner of desks that had been forgotten for so long that they’d developed mold.
“So, Max, I’ve been meaning to ask you, when’s your birthday?”
I stopped chewing at that, and just stared at Alicia for a few moments while I figured out how to answer. “Why?” Was what I managed finally. If I was going to use a fake name at work, I was going to need to start recognizin
g it without an awkward delay.
“I’m the one who handles the birthday card list and I realized I don’t have anything down for you.”
My mind spun, and I quickly thought of something that might work. “Aw, I’m sorry. Don’t celebrate my birthday.”
“Aw, why’s that?” Davie asked, brushing crumbs out of his mustache.
“Religious reasons. You know how it is.”
“What kind of religion doesn’t let you celebrate your birthday?” Alicia asked, tugging at one of her brains -a nervous tick I had noticed she did when she was suspicious.
“Um…” Crap, crap, crap. What sect was it that didn’t believe in gifts? “LDS.”
“Ahh.” Alicia nodded her head. “Well that’s okay then. I’ll just put an NA down and leave it at that.”
I withheld a sigh of relief, but it was certainly difficult. I couldn’t believe I had gotten away with that. One thing was for certain, if I was going to be Max and not McKenna, I needed to have a more solid backstory.
“Dios Mio, break is already over. I feel like we just got here.” Thank goodness, the conversation had moved off of me and I could rest for a moment again. “So, who wants to do what for the second half of our shifts?”
