by Amy Brent
We threw all our bags into the trunk of her car and started for the salon.
“I haven’t had this done in weeks,” Emma said. “It feels so good.”
“It always tickles when they start in on the loofah sponge,” I said as my feet jumped.
“You’ve always been overly ticklish. Is that something my brother knows yet?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. “He does. I wonder who told him?”
Emma started giggling as the owner of the salon brought of glasses of wine.
“A complimentary glass for the heart of Dallas,” she said.
In the past year, my career had taken off. They gave my show the lunchtime hour, and my ratings were higher than they’d ever been. I got to continue doing the hard-hitting interviews I wanted that educated Dallas, but I also got to throw my little spin on it as well. Emma would come in and co-host with me on occasion when she could pull away from her own job, and she was doing fantastic. Having two powerful women with headstrong opinions on the show bolstered the ratings, and I wanted to see if I could groom her to be my regular co-host one day.
And this time, I didn’t have to worry about my host making out with my boyfriend.
“Emma, how are you feeling about the show?” I asked.
“Oh, I love doing that thing with you. I don’t know how you do it every single day, but I can see why you love it.”
“You wouldn’t want to do it every day?” I asked.
“I mean, I’d have to quit my job obviously.”
“How do you feel about that?”
“About no longer being the general manager of a restaurant? Count me in,” she said, giggling.
“Fine. I will.”
“What?” she asked.
“Count you in. Whenever you want to come by and talk to Mac, he’s ready to go over the terms and conditions of your first season.”
“Sarah, what are you saying?” she asked.
“I’m saying, if you want to quit your job and come be a co-host full time, then do it,” I said.
Her eyes lit up as everyone around us started taking pictures. Emma lurched from the hands of the pedicurist and threw her arms around my neck, pulling me close as she laughed with joy. She held me for what seemed like ages, and I could feel her shoulders shaking with delightful anticipation. I pulled back and saw her eyes filled to the brim with tears of happiness, and I swiped them away before I placed a kiss on her cheek.
“Welcome to ‘Does This Affect Dallas?’. It’s going to be a whirlwind of a ride,” I said.
We got our toes done and decided to get manicures, and by the time we walked out of there, it was past dinnertime. Emma started driving us back to my apartment, but then she diverted last minute and turned us around.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“I’m starving. And I’m sure you probably don’t have any decent food at your place. So, a restaurant it is.”
She had a point. I spent so much of my time either with Mason or out in the city that I didn’t do a ton of grocery shopping. I usually had a bottle of wine stocked along with some nonperishables in the pantry, but the only thing I kept in my fridge were juices and eggs.
We pulled up to The Soufflé Salon, and I looked down at my clothes. I was in a pair of dark-wash jeans and a top that fell off my shoulder on a good day. I looked back up at all the people filing in, with their little black dresses and their glistening jewelry, and I shot a look over at Emma as she scrambled out of the car.
“Just come on. I’m starving, okay?”
I climbed out of the car and hurried to her as we crossed the road. I had no fucking clue why she was bringing us to one of the most upscale restaurants in town, but I guess when the stomach wants a soufflé, this really is the only place to go. We walked in and the hostess greeted us with a wide smile, but instead of asking us how many were dining in, she simply started walking back into the restaurant.
And Emma followed.
“You coming?” she asked.
I had no idea what was going on, but as we moved through the restaurant, I could feel everyone’s eyes on me. We dumped into a private room as the hostess held out her arm to usher us in, and it was filled with people I knew. Mac and the producers. Angie and her daughter. Tony Thomas who stood by a woman I’d come to know over the past year.
Mason’s mother, with her shining smile and her stature that had tacked on twenty pounds since she was found to be in remission eight months ago.
Then, the crowd parted as Mason stood there in a beautiful pinstriped tuxedo, and all I could do was hold my breath as he approached me.
“What’s going on, Mason?” I asked.
And still, without a word, he got down on one knee.
“Oh, holy shit,” I said breathlessly.
“Sarah Williams, I have loved you since the day I first had you. Since that first night in my home where you came over and gave in to me, I found myself lost in you.”
“Mason, what are you doing?” I asked, whispering.
“You have been the single greatest force in my life. You are the person who convinced me to open our new headquarters in Dallas. You are the one who convinced me to open up the new security branch of the company. You, Sarah Williams, are single-handedly responsible for my success and happiness over the past year.”
“Mason,” I said. “I look like shit.”
“There is never a moment I’ve ever seen you where you look anything other than ravishing. Breathtaking. Exquisite. There isn’t a moment where I hear your voice that I don’t melt right into my shoes. Your touch is the only thing that calms me down after a harsh day, and you are the only person in my life who has ever been a constant source of encouragement. Even at my lowest, there are nothing but kind words from you before you start in on a plan to fix things, and that is just one facet of the many things that pull me to you time and time again.”
“I love you so much,” I said.
I watched him reach into his pocket as he pulled out a small red box. He popped it open and displayed for me a ring. A beautiful, shining ring that forced a tear down my cheek. I reached my fingertips out to it and danced around its beauty as everyone’s eyes were on us. But right then, it was only me and the man I loved.
“Sarah Williams, there isn’t another moment that I want to spend with you that harbors the risk of me losing you. I don’t want to live another second of my life wondering if you’ll be there when I wake up. From the moment I first told you I loved you, I knew I was looking at the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Sarah… my beloved moon and stars… will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tears rushed down my face as I slowly sank to my knees. His eyes were hooked onto mine as my hands cupped his cheeks. I scooted toward him, feeling his hands settle on my hips, but the moment my lips meet his, I felt his arms wrap around my back.
The crowd held onto their breaths as I pulled back and smiled.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “I will marry you, Mason Baker.”
The crowd erupted into cheers as Mason slid the ring onto my finger. I buried my face in my hands while he pulled me back against his body, shielding me from the commotion as he landed kiss after kiss on my neck. I heard waiters and waitresses filing in with trays of food as everyone sat down in their respective seats, but I stayed where I was, kneeling on the ground with the only man I’d ever loved while he held me tightly in his grasp.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” I said, whispering.
“Then why don’t we get you some food?”
“My God, I can’t believe I looked like this while you proposed to me.”
His finger crooked underneath my chin and raised my gaze to his before we slowly stood to our feet.
“There is nothing about this moment that isn’t perfect. Including what you’re wearing,” he said. “But, if you really care about it, there’s a dress I picked out for you in the restroom if you’d like to go change.�
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I breathed a sigh of relief as I planted a kiss on his cheek. I scurried off to the bathroom to get changed, but as I pulled all the clothes from my body, I heard the door to the bathroom open.
Then, I heard it close.
Then, I heard it lock.
I smirked as the bathroom stall door slowly swung open. Mason was staring at me hotly, his eyes taking in my naked form as his bowtie sat undone around his neck. His hands undid the buckle of his belt while his eyes devoured my naked skin, and soon, I was being hiked up the wall with his thrusts into my body while I tried to muffle my moans into his tuxedo jacket.
My body ached for him, and his cock throbbed against my walls. My legs clung to him tighter than they’d ever had before. Our lips were everywhere while my hands mangled his hair, and I could feel us quickly approaching our end as I coated his cock with my juices.
We came together, swallowing each other’s groans as his cock filled me to the brim with his thick spurts of cum. He held me there, pinned between himself and the wall, his lips trailing down along my neck. He kissed, and he sucked, allowing me time to catch my breath before I got my feet back on the floor.
“Well that was familiar,” I said, grinning.
“Did you enjoy it?” he asked.
“I always enjoy giving my body over to you,” I said.
“Do you think they miss us out there?” he asked.
“I think they’ll eventually notice both of us are gone,” I said, giggling.
“Are you happy?” he asked. “Really, truly happy?”
I looked up into his eyes and saw the doubt still swimming around in them. After a year’s worth of press, of resituating our lives, of rekindling relationships with family members and of blossoming both our businesses, he was still hesitant about the decisions he was making.
Like at any moment, I’d walk out that door and never come back.
“There isn’t a word in any language spoken on this earth that encompasses how happy I am with you,” I said.
The smile that bloomed across his cheeks was one I would remember for the rest of my life.
“Now, if you don’t mind, I’m extremely hungry,” I said.
“Just make sure you save room for dessert,” he said, winking.
“Oh, Mason. You should know me by now,” I said as my hand reached down and cupped his sopping wet cock.
“I always have room for dessert.”
The groan that left his lips was nothing short of salacious, and my touch would leave a memory for him that would follow him all through dinner. We pieced ourselves back together and went to sit down, savoring the food we once had during that infamous day when the world found out about us.
They knew we loved one another before even we did, and as we shared in the joy of our next step with everyone we loved, I thought about how things always come full circle.
His mother laughing at his side. Emma giggling at mine. Our friends and family members enjoying the best French food in Dallas while we celebrated a future we had yet to carve out for ourselves. I took the hand of the woman who was going to be my new co-host and the hand of the man I’d pledged myself to, and I brought them both to my lips for a kiss.
A kiss that conveyed more thanks and more love than I could’ve ever spoken to them.
I finally had the family I’d always wanted, and somehow, I knew things were going to be all right.
***The End***
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Chapter 1
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“Holy fuck,” she moaned. “Lick that pussy, you bad, bad boy.”
I felt Destiny’s fingertips curl around the tendrils of my hair. Her pussy lips were dripping all over my face while my tongue lapped up her silky juices. Her toned legs locked around my head, pulling me closer while she writhed in her bed. The sheets were covered in our sweat while my hands held her hips to the bed, but the moment her pussy began to clamp down, I pulled away.
“No,” she groaned in protest. “Fuck. Alex, what are you doing?”
I grinned at the use of my fake name as it sprang from her lips. It was something that always got me off, and it caused my cock to drip onto her bed. Using fake names was a way I got around things, and I always took pride in knowing I could sell my story enough for a woman to moan it in bed. I worked hard on the covers I created, and this con had me running around for weeks. It had taken me much longer than I thought to snake my way into this woman’s home, but I could tell by the way she looked that she had money.
Destiny’s breasts were fake. I could tell the moment I saw her. Her lips were blown up with injections, and her face didn’t move because of the Botox she’d had recently. Her tits were always shaped in the perfect way that made me squirm. Women who invested into themselves the way Destiny did always had plenty of money lying around. I knew I could give her what she wanted before taking what I was after, but that meant I couldn’t enjoy the body she’d invested so heavily into before I left.
“Oh, sweetheart,” I said. “It’s not gonna be that easy. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be crying with ecstasy.”
Sure, I knew it was risky hooking up in my hometown. While Malibu was expansive, the high-end community was not. The one thing rich women did more than plastic surgery was gossip, which meant I was risking my entire cover, simply by being with Destiny. This was the third time I was about to sink my dick between her legs, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Pussy-tightening surgeries really worked if you found the right doctor, and it seemed like she had.
I sat up and pulled her into my lap before I thrust my dick between her legs. Destiny rolled her head back, her long, blond hair tumbling down her back while her jaw unhinged in pleasure. I knew my dick could fill any woman’s needs, but I could only imagine what it felt like to a woman who’d just had her vagina reconstructed. Her walls were clamping down around my dick, holding it in a vice grip while her body shook on my lap. I leaned forward and drew a nipple between my teeth, biting it playfully just as she began to rock her hips.
Then, that beautiful name that made me smirk tumbled from her lips again.
“I’ve been such a bad girl, Alex. Teach me how to be better.”
I pounded up into her hips while I buried my face in her tits. They smacked around my face while I smiled into her skin, feeling her juices dripping down my balls. The sloshing sound my dick made every time it slid out of her shivered my skin, and I rolled her over before I threw her legs over my shoulders. I thrust deeply into her, watching how she shook for me while I smirked at her from above.
“Your pussy’s so tight. Tell the surgeon I said, ‘thank you.’”
I snapped my hips against her hips, rendering her speechless as I felt her walls flutter around my cock again. Destiny’s eyes rolled into the back of her head while her hands came up to massage her tits, and I ripped myself from between her legs and watched the frustration barrel across her face.
“What the fuck?” she breathed.
“Not until I ruin that pussy again, Destiny. I’ll send you back to the surgeon after I’m done with you.”
Destiny threw herself up to me and knocked me to the bed before she planted her knees on either side of my head. Before I could do anything, she sank her pussy onto my lips, stifling my moans before my tongue began its ministrations. Her body shivered and jolted with each flick my tongue gave her swollen clit, and my hands grasped her hips, urging her to move on my face.
She rocked back and forth, my stubble raking across the insides of her thighs while my tongue slithered along her clit. I drank her down, gulping her juices before I slid out from underneath her. She fell to her hands and knees, trying to catch her breath as she trembled from the exertion of her denied orgasms. But the moment she felt my hand crack across her ass, she let out a squeal of excitement.
“Oh, Alex. Punish me, you bad boy. Sh
ow me who’s the boss.”
“I’m in control,” I said before I smacked her ass again. “You’ll come only when I say you will.”
I grabbed her hips and jammed my cock back into her body before I wrapped my hand up in the long tendrils of her fake blond hair. She moaned and quaked, bucking back into me with her hips while I slammed into her tight little pussy. Her juices dripped from my balls onto her bed, soaking the sheets she kneeled on while sweat dripped down my body. It ran down my shoulders before it left trails down the peaks and valleys of my chest. My washboard abs were covered in a sheen of sweat created by my own orgasm denial, but I knew I had to wear her out.
If I wanted what I came here for, she needed to pass out after we had sex.
“You like that? You like it when I fuck you like a ragdoll?”
“Oh yes, Alex. Please don’t stop. Please let me come on that massive dick of yours.”
I didn’t want to give it to her, not just yet. I released her hair and let her body fall to the bed while she shook with frustration. I leaned back onto my heels, panting for air while I surveyed her body. Then, I watched her roll over as tears glistened in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. I knew she wanted to come. I knew she was struggling, willing to beg for anything, do anything for me, just to get what she wanted.
