by Hazel Gower
Gordon smiled as he looked to his security. “When you hear her music, you may think someone is dying, but it’s just what she calls music.”
Dawn elbowed him. “Ha, ha. You’re so funny.” He grunted as her elbow connected with his stomach. “Thank you all for listening, and I look forward to getting to know you.”
They all nodded and said their goodbyes and got to work.
That was a couple of days ago, and Gordon knew he needed to cut his work hours back, so he’d spent some of his work time looking for a solution. He made sure he’d been home before seven and hadn’t been leaving for work until eight. Tonight, though, he and Dawn were taking a group of his top employee candidates to promote and delegate some of his work to out for dinner.
Dawn was coming into her own. She was slowly getting back to the Dawn he’d gotten to know and fall for in Australia. He’d been unsure if she were ready for tonight, but she’d reassured him. “Gordon, I can do this.”
“I know you can, but you hated my party, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or not good enough again.”
“I didn’t hate it your party. The people are just not the type I would choose to socialize with, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be in the same room with them. As for being uncomfortable, I will get the hang of this.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him tight. “I know this is important, and I can do this. I’m your wife. This is our life.”
So now, he stood as his chauffeur Henry helped Dawn out of the limo. Gazing at her as she straightened her purple and black fifties-style dress that emphasized all her lush curves to perfection, he was rethinking the dinner for other reasons. He adjusted himself, moving his trouser zipper before turning and hooking his arm around her waist. “Let’s go, sprite, before I change my mind and take you home, and we can spend our evening very differently.”
Smiling up at him, she nodded, and they walked into the restaurant. The Maître d’ came to him straight away recognizing him. “Mr. Wilks, all of your party is here. I have sat you all in a private room.”
He nodded and followed the Maître d’ to a back room filled with the candidates. He paused at the door before entering and shooed the Maître d’ away, handing him a hundred. Bringing Dawn into his embrace, he gave her a gentle kiss before lingering at her ear. “These are who I’m looking to take some of my workload off me. I need your help if you think they could handle it.”
Gordon grinned as the huge smile spread over Dawn’s face. “Of course.” She pulled him down and kissed him just enough to get him hard and in agony before breaking away beaming. “I love you.”
Groaning, he brushed his lips over hers. “I love you, too. Let’s go get this over with so I can find out what’s beneath that dress.”
She laughed, slid her arm through his, and walked with him into the room whose occupants were now staring at them.
****
Most of the men were douches, but there were a few who were decent. The wives and girlfriends were different. There was a clear divide, the power money hungry women, the arm candy who seemed to be there to be an object, and lastly, the true partner, the loving, there for their spouse.
The woman before her was the latter. She was in her mid-forties and spoke of her children proudly. Her husband was one of the decent ones and beamed with pride the more his wife spoke. Dawn liked them. The only thing that held her back from telling Gordon this man was the one for the job was she didn’t want the guy to have too much work. She didn’t want the added stress to flow over into his family life.
Battling with herself over whether she should stay polite or be herself by talking and asking questions like she usually would, had her gaze wandering and searching for Gordon. He stood talking to a younger couple, one Dawn hadn’t felt too fond off. When her gaze caught Gordon’s, he smiled and excused himself coming over to her. As soon as his fingers intertwined with hers, she relaxed, and her confidence came back and her decision was easy.
“You both sound like amazing parents. Your children are lucky to have you. I’m worried though. How would you feel, Mrs. Staffer, if your husband received a promotion, but it added an extra at least fifteen hours a week to his work hours? How would this affect your children, too?”
Mrs. Staffer’s mouth opened and shut, her eyebrows rose, and her gaze widened in shock at her asking those questions. Mr. Staffer looked just as shocked she had asked his wife the questions. It had taken a moment before Mrs. Staffer replied.
“Those are good questions, and I thank you for thinking to ask how I and my children would feel as we’re a family, and my husband’s job affects us all.”
Gordon squeezed her hand, and Dawn felt good because she’d done the right thing.
“To tell you the truth, I think a promotion now would be the best time. If I’d been asked this ten, even five years ago, my answer would be different. Our youngest just turned sixteen, our oldest is in their first year of college, and our middle child is in their last year of school. They’re all old enough that they don’t need all our time and can fend for themselves. A promotion would be a wonderful opportunity, and the extra money would be a huge help for my children with college. So I think the timing is perfect.”
Dawn knew without having Mr. Staffer answer that this couple would be perfect for the promotion. Dawn looked up at Gordon to see him grinning, his gaze catching hers as he nodded. “George, I’d like to see you in my office tomorrow morning at nine-thirty.” Gordon held his hand out, and George shook it. “It was nice to meet your wife.” George nodded. He seemed a little shell-shocked.
When Gordon let his hand go, Dawn grabbed it and shook. “It was so nice to meet you and your wife, and I look forward to seeing more of you and meeting your children.” Mrs. Staffer gasped, and when Dawn dropped George’s hand, she leaned over and hugged Mrs. Staffer.
“Thank you,” Mrs. Staffer whispered.
Gordon pulled her back against him and then turned to the group who was watching the exchange. “I thank you all for coming. You have all given me a lot to think over. I will be calling two more of you to my office tomorrow before lunch. To all the others who aren’t called up to my office, I thank you for coming and will keep you in mind for next time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, my wife and I are going to leave.” Gordon turned and together, they left.
“You did great. I would never have thought to ask what you did.”
They walked out of the restaurant, and the limo sat waiting. Henry stood, holding the door open. “They were one of the nicer couples, and Mrs. Staffer boasted about her children, and it was done so lovingly. They are both so proud of their children, and I really like that quality.” Dawn got in the limo and sat. Gordon slid in beside her. “She found something positive about each child. Her eldest is creative, her youngest is super smart, and her middle, well, she assured me has the biggest heart.” Dawn couldn’t help the chuckle.
“What, how’s that funny?”
“Oh, it’s not really. It’s just what she was telling of her youngest and oldest accomplishments, and then she seemed to remember the middle child. I watched her smile, take a breath and think of something to brag about with her. I just thought it was funny how she made sure, even though the middle child wasn’t there to be offended, she was boasted about, too. Mr. Staffers just agreed and reinforced what his wife said. It all made me think if I have children, I want to be like them. I don’t want to forget about a child even when they’re not around to remind you of themselves.”
Gordon wrapped his arms around her. “I love you, Dawn Wilks, and when you say things like that, you remind me why.”
Closing her eyes, she snuggled against Gordon. This was going to work. She may not have liked many of the people at the dinner, but it hadn’t been as bad as she thought it would be. She thought she’d done well, especially at the end when she was herself. They were going to work. “I love you, too.
****
Gordon awoke to Dawn’s ass nestled against his cock and his
hand cupping a breast. Flexing his hand, he squeezed her breast, and she moaned rubbing her ass against his hard dick. The lace of her panties teased him, and he groaned, as his cock couldn’t get to its prize. Easing away, he moved, spreading her legs and sliding her panties down and off. Dawn wore a shirt of his as a nightie, and she looked damn sexy. Kissing his way up between her thighs, he settled with his mouth over her pussy and latched on. Dawn’s eyes flew open, and her mouth opened on a scream of pleasure. He sucked her clit in, stuck his tongue into her core, and lapped at her. Dawn ground her pussy against him.
“Best fuckin way to wake up,” she panted out. Fingers ran through his hair before pulling at the strands when he delved deep as he added a digit. Spreading her pussy lips, he sucked and shook his head, and he buried his face and licked back and forth. “Oh, God. More, I need more. Please, please. I need you. Please.”
Pure need rushed through him at her begging and, doing something he hadn’t done before, he moved up her body and settled behind her. Gordon rubbed his cock against her pussy lips.
“Yes. Please. Please. Please. Now. Give it to me now. Please.” She wiggled her ass against him.
Dawn was driving him to the brink of control. He pulled her back to his chest, lined his cock up to her core, and slammed home. Burying his head into her shoulder, he nibbled on her bare skin. A scream of pure pleasure came from Dawn as his dick hit just the right spot as he hammered into her.
Pounding into her, Dawn moaned and reached for the bedside table with one hand and the other, the sheets, pushing her ass back against him as he thrust into her over and over. Gordon sucked on her neck like a hungry animal and her pussy held him in a death grip.
Tightening his hold on her, he drove into her in a frenzied haze of pleasure. Latching onto her neck, he sucked as she mumbled and begged for more, for release, for it harder and deeper. His cock throbbed, and his balls drew up ready to spill his load.
Bringing his hand around and down to her pussy, he stroked her clit. “Oh, God, I’m gonna come.”
Gordon started nibbling on her ear pausing to growl. “You’re so unbelievably tight. You feel amazing.” He had grunted before he bit the tip of her earlobe, and she yelled so hard, he swore his eardrums burst. Her pussy contracted around him pulsating and squeezing his dick to the point of pain.
His muscles strained to continue, and his whole body tensed before he let his explosion free. His cum shot out of him, and it shook him to his core as euphoria settled over him. Gently placing a kiss against the already blossoming hickey, he scraped his teeth over her earlobe before tugging on it. “I’m so happy you’re mine.”
They lay there enjoying their raptured state for a while before he groaned as his phone started going off.
“Nooo, don’t go,” she turned and mumbled at him.
“Ugh, as much as I’d like to stay with you here and spend the day in bed, I have to finish what I started last night. The sooner I have these people promoted, the sooner I can spend more time with you. I want to show you around. I haven’t taken you exploring yet.” Tilting her head, he kissed her until his body started to rise again— amazingly, after the crazy sex they had just had. Groaning, he pulled himself from her and brushed his lips over her forehead. “Have I thanked you for last night? You were not only the most beautiful woman there, but you were a great support and help.” Unable to resist, he took her lips to his own and lost himself for a moment, his phone going off again helping him to stop, and he eased away. “Thank you.”
Backing away from the bed and the goddess before him, with her rumpled hair and puffy kissed lips, he sighed when she grinned up at him. “You’re welcome. I actually didn’t have that bad of a night. I learned some things about you I didn’t know.”
“Oh, so you know all about me now?” Dawn knelt, and Gordon almost relented and went back to bed—stuff work.
She nodded. “I looked you up when I got the chance once I was settled in here a couple of days ago.”
She crawled to the edge of the bed, and he backed away knowing if she caught him, he never would go to work. God, he was a damn lucky man. Going to the closest, he called out, “What’d you learn?”
“Well, you don’t socialize with employees. You’re a hard arse at work, and no one dares cross you.” The little sprite came into his closest, and he knew either he wasn’t going to work or he’d be late, very late. Dawn smirked up at him and wrapped her arms around him. “I heard that you’ve never brought a woman to any work dinner or function. Oh, I saw you in pictures of you at private dinners with them, parties or charity events, but anything work related, you were on your own.” She chuckled and wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “I was your first.”
Laughing, he reached down and cupped her ass, picking her up by the globes. Dawn trailed her hands up to settle on his neck and her legs hooked around his waist. “You were my first. I never took any woman to anything besides dinner, parties, or charity functions. You, my little sprite, are first for many things… like,” he brushed his lips over hers, “I’ve never lived with any other woman but you.” He gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I’ve never been late for work like you make me.” This time he let his kiss linger before easing away and walking back into the room, his clothes forgotten. “I’ve never been engaged or married to anyone else. I’ve never loved anyone else. You, Dawn Wilks, are it. My one, my only.” Capturing her mouth to his own, he delved his tongue in searching for hers, and when found, they tangled in a dance of love. Work could wait.
Chapter Eight
Dawn felt like she was walking on air, a cloud of fluffy white love, and she didn’t care how sappy that sounded. She couldn’t remember when she’d been so happy. Gordon was amazing, and she’d never felt so lucky. He’d taken the day off the other day when he was supposed to have been at work promoting people and introducing them to their extra responsibilities. He’d gone to work the next day, and Dawn had expected him to be late, but Gordon made it home before seven, and he’d come home with a present.
“Sprite, I’m home.” She’d been on her computer making sure her clients were all happy, and she was shocked to hear him home.
Saving what she was doing, Dawn turned to see him standing in the door leaning on the door frame with a secret smile spread over his handsome face. “You’re home? I didn’t think you’d get away at this time with having yesterday off.”
Straightening, he came in and picked her up hugging her against him. “I couldn’t stay away.” He locked his lips with hers until she was panting for breath and ready to rip his suit off. “I have a present for you.”
Sighing, she eased down off him. “I don’t need any presents from you. I don’t want anything but you.”
Gordon chuckled and guided her to the living room. “Okay, but I don’t know how this present will feel about being taken back.” As she stepped into the living room, a figure standing with her back turned and spun.
“Amber,” Dawn squealed, let go of Gordon to run the last couple of steps to her friend, and hugged her. “Oh. My. God. What are you doing here? How?” Dawn screamed with excitement, and she and Amber jumped around the room.
“Gordon,” Amber panted out as they squeezed each other and swayed around the room.
She looked behind to see Gordon staring at them with a massive grin. “This is the best present ever.”
He came over and kissed her cheek. “I hoped with Amber here, you could go exploring. Do some tourist things while I work and get the people I promoted ready so I can have more time with you.”
She let go of Amber and hugged him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you. You’re the best husband in the world.”
Gordon had laughed, and Amber giggled.
When everything calmed down, Gordon had told her he’d tried to get her sister and Dilan too, but Destiny couldn’t just leave work and Dilan had school, so it was just Amber. That had been over a week ago. Now, Dawn and Amber sat in the back of the luxury BMW 4 wheel drive Gordon had bought
her. They were going to a tattoo parlor their friends at Razor where Amber worked and she used to work had recommended they check out. Amber was getting a tattoo and Dawn was going to pitch to the owner about a better website and maybe working there if he had any need for her.
Henry dropped them off, and she and Amber walked into the store. Dawn could feel eyes on her and knew it was Gordon’s security.
“Does it get annoying knowing you’re being watched all time,” Amber whispered at her like she was afraid they could somehow hear her. “I didn’t notice it the first couple of days, but now… Damn, it’s eerie.”
It had bothered her, but Dawn was getting used to it. She knew Gordon was worth a ridiculous amount and he had competitors, and there were crazy people out there. It was America too—a lot different from Australia where guns were illegal, and it was a smaller population. “I’m getting used to it. America is different.”
Amber laughed. “You can say that again. I feel like we come from another planet sometimes.”
Dawn nodded. She did too, but Gordon was hers, and he was worth any alien feelings.
****
“What the hell do you mean you just got a phone call from Mathew to say the police have caught the threat? What threat?”
His father stood from the leather sofa in Gordon’s office. “Son, after the, uh, accident, you were acting strangely. Then, when you decided you were going to Australia, and we heard your plan, Mathew, the families head of security, and I had talked. We thought it best you not find out the car accident wasn’t an accident. We knew Australia would be safe for you while we figured everything out and caught whoever was threatening you.”
