Love In Strange Places

by Ancelli

“You just happen to be at a restaurant alone and you thought of me.” She observed him over the rim of the glass as she took a sip of water.

  “I was supposed to have dinner with Leann, but when I told her it was over, she got up and left.”

  She rapidly placed the glass down. “Did she drink from this glass?”

  “No, she barely even sat.”

  “I thought you said it was only physical.” She glared at him.

  “Are you jealous?” He chuckled. “I’m flattered.”

  “What? No.” She cleared her throat. “I just know sometimes it’s hard to separate the two.”

  He placed his hand on hers. “Was it hard for you?”

  “What?”

  “Dean.”

  “Andrew, I wasn’t in love with Dean.” She gently pulled her hand from under his. “I don’t think I know what love really feels like,” she whispered.

  “I guess we’re more alike than we think, because I have never let myself be that vulnerable, to fall in love.” He gazed at her. “But I’ve been told when you feel it, you’ll know.” He thought for a moment. “You’ve never come close?”

  She took a deep breath. “Once, but he chose his career over our relationship, but I don’t blame him. I would’ve done the same thing.”

  He grabbed her hand. “I’m thankful he chose his career, because I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.” He kissed her hand.

  Her chocolate skin turned a blush of red and he smiled. The waiter came back with their orders. They started eating in silence.

  “Did you tell him yet?”

  She swallowed her food. “Tell who what?”

  He placed his fork down. “Dean. Did you tell him you’re married?”

  “No.” She began eating again.

  His raised his voice. “Why?”

  She arched her eyebrow. “Calm down, it’s not what you think. We only called each other when we needed some special attention. I won’t be calling him anymore, and if he calls me, I’ll let him know. I don’t sleep with more than one man.”

  “Good to know, because I won’t share.” He stared at her.

  She smiled. “Me either.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sherry watched Andrew from the kitchen doorframe as he cooked breakfast. She’d heard him in the shower, and now he was taking her breath away, standing there in only his boxers. Damn, he even had muscles in his back—and those legs. She took his whole body in. Her husband was a fine specimen.

  “Good morning,” she said, walking in.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He turned to face her.

  Her breath got stuck in her throat. She stared at his washboard abs, his chest and biceps.

  He gave her his million-dollar smile. “You like what you see?”

  She felt her face beginning to burn, making her blush. “Don’t be silly.” She walked to the refrigerator and he strolled behind her. She grabbed a bottle of water and when she backed up from closing the door, she stumbled. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, he wrapped his arms around her waist, making sure she didn’t fall.

  He leaned down to her ear, and whispered, “I like what I see.”

  She could feel his erection against her ass. She got goose bumps.

  He kissed her neck and hurriedly backed away. “I’ll be back.” He turned and left the kitchen.

  “Now who’s running from who?” she asked herself.

  Andrew had to calm himself down. When he’d rubbed against her ass, he’d almost lost control. All he wanted to do was bend her over and make her his again. She’d been living with him for over four weeks, and he hadn’t touched her sexually. He needed her to know that what they had was more than just sex. Sighing, he began to get dressed.

  “You started eating without me.” He said, returning to the kitchen.

  “No.” She looked up at him. “I’ve been waiting for you, but if I knew you were getting dressed for work, I would’ve gotten dressed too.”

  “Sorry about that, but it was getting a little chilly.” He picked up the plate and warmed it in the microwave for a minute, then sat down and picked up his fork. “I wanted to take care of you today.”

  She stared at him. “You are…this smells good.” She took a bite and moaned. “Mmm, this is delicious.”

  “How’s the bedroom?”

  “Your bedroom is great, but I told you I could stay in the guest room.”

  He put his hand over hers and a tiny shock of electricity was exchanged. They gazed at each other. “I’m fine. I want nothing but the best for my wife.”

  She licked her bottom lip, and a tiny moaned escaped his mouth remembering what she’d done with those luscious lips. She picked up the fork, and sensually slipped it in and out her mouth.

  They ate breakfast together. Sherry stood, and he stared at her ass. “I hope you have a great day.” She

  He stood and her eyes glued to his erection, but she didn’t mention it, all she did was give him a mischievous smile, and then kissed him on the cheek. “See you tonight.”

  “See you tonight, baby.”

  ***

  Later that evening

  Sherry pulled up to his house. Our house, she thought, smiling. It had been a long day at work. Everything that could have gone wrong, had. Thank God it was Friday. The lights were dim. She got out of her car and opened the front door. She was caught by surprise at what she saw. A small note lay on the floor alongside a trail of red roses. She hurriedly placed her briefcase and purse on the side table by the door, and picked up the paper.

  I see you had a long day.

  Follow the trail

  AJ

  She couldn’t help but smile, and put the note up to her nose, it smelled like him. She never knew Andrew could be so romantic, all these years he seemed so hard and ruthless. She took off her pumps and followed the red rose pedals to his bedroom, and stopped. She’d been living in his house for four weeks and not once had they slept together, for some odd reason he slept in the guest room. She guessed he was giving her space, but she didn’t want it. Her body yearned for the passion he gave her, she wanted to explore ever inch of his body. She opened the door.

  “Oh my…” She admired the room, covering her mouth in surprise. He’d placed candles everywhere around his room. She gazed down and there was a big red blanket on the floor with finger foods, grapes, cherries, watermelon, strawberries with whip cream and chocolate, crackers, cheese, and tiny sandwiches. Her heart was beating a mile a minute. No other man had ever done anything remotely close to this, not for her.

  She felt someone close the door behind her. Andrew circled his hands around her waist then leaned down and kissed her neck, down to her collarbone. She was so turn on, it was getting hard for her to breathe, and he hadn’t touched her yet.

  “Long day.” He pulled back and massaged her shoulders.

  She closed her eyes. “Yes…” she moaned as his hands worked magic on her sore shoulders.

  He spun her around and she finally saw him. Damn his washboard abs. Not one once of fat, unlike hers. She extended her hands and placed them on his chest.

  He took her hands, pulled them to his lips and kissed her fingers, surveying her eyes. “Abigail—”

  “Who the hell is Abigail?” she asked. She pulled back her hands. “I can’t believe you called me by another woman’s name.” She was about to back away when he pulled her forward.

  He smirked, making her more furious. “Feisty…I miss that.”

  He lowered his head to kiss her and she backed away. “Are you crazy? I’m not kissing you after you called me by some other name.”

  He tugged her into his body and whispered against her lips. “Isn’t Abigail your middle name?” He arched an eyebrow.

  “Oh yeah,” she said to herself.

  “Something special between us.” He cupped her face and gently kissed her awaiting mouth. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. I was giving you time to come to me, but you’re so damn suborn.”

&n
bsp; “You are too.” She placed her hands in the back of his neck. “We’re supposed to be making a baby, and you haven’t touched me.” She gazed up at him.

  “I thought you time.” He gave her a feather kiss on her neck.

  “I never needed time.” She pulled him down, devouring his mouth. “Take me.”

  He walked her backward to his bed, until they bumped into it. “Are you still on birth control?”

  “No.”

  Her clothes were off within seconds. He pulled down his shorts and picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. “Please don’t keep me waiting any longer,” she said.

  His heart was beating so fast as he grabbed his dick, and rubbed it against her core. He’d never been with a woman without protection in over fifteen years. The thought almost made him come.

  “Please…Andrew.” She moaned, and then she gasped when he slowly moved his cock into her wet, tight canal.

  “Fuck.” He growled. The sensation was multiplied by the tenth when he entered her. “Oh, God, Sher—” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. She rotated her hips, squeezing her pussy muscles. He pulled her short hair and devoured her mouth, stroking her tongue in the same motion he used to stroke her pussy.

  Sherry’s hold on his neck got tighter. She nibbled on his shoulder, moaning. “Fuck me…harder…”

  And that he did, going deeper without hurting her. Her legs started shaking.

  She moved up and cupped his face into her hands. Her eyes were filled of pleasure, desire, want, and his mouth was slightly opened. Their lovemaking was getting intense, as he thrust deep. She brought her mouth down to his and bit his bottom lip as he pushed up inside her.

  “Make me….” Her head went back.

  Thank God he had his arms tightly around her or she would’ve fallen.

  “Tell me…” He growled the words through gritted teeth.

  She gave as such as he did, matching each thrust. “Make me…yours….”

  He placed her down and turned her around, spreading her wide. “Can you take all of me?” he whispered.

  “Yes. Give it to me.” She arched her back.

  He slowly pushed into her pussy, and began to give her long, slow thrusts, making her murmur. She was saying things he couldn’t understand. Her pussy felt so good, no barriers between them. Her walls began contracting around his cock. “Baby, come for me,” he said, playing with her clit.

  “Oh…Yes….Yes! Andrew!” She yelled.

  He let her come down from her high, and he gripped her hips and pumped into her until he felt his balls tighten and rush of sperm shot out. He fell on top of her and kissed her. “You’re mine,” he said, trying to regain his strength.

  “That was…crazy.” She said under his huge body. He leaned off her back and slid to the floor, where she joined him on the blanket. “I meant that in the best way possible.”

  “I know. That was powerful.” He pulled her closer to him. She placed her head on his chest.

  ***

  They eventually got up and took a shower, and eventually returned to the floor to eat the meal he’d prepared for them. She rested between his legs as he fed her the last strawberry.

  “How was work?” he asked.

  “Everything that could go wrong, did.” She took a drink of water.

  “What happened?”

  She turned to look at him. He looked like he actually really cared about her day. “One of my best guys called in sick, and then some of the programs crashed.”

  “Did you fix it?” He combed his fingers through her hair.

  “Eventually,” she observed him. “You’re spoiling me.”

  “Because I asked about your day?”

  “No, because of all this.” She looked around. “And yes, because you asked me about my day. It’s like you care.”

  He leaned his head to her ear. “I do care.”

  “How was your day?”

  “I spent my day thinking of making love to you,” he said, moving down her neck, nibbling on her collarbone. “I hope we made a baby tonight.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned. “Me too…but just in case, let’s practice again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Sherry gazed at Tiffany’s baby, wondering if her baby would look like its cousins, either Matthew or Makayla. She smiled. Every time she thought of Andrew, her heart raced double-time. It had been three months since Vegas, and they had a new routine down. They took turns cooking breakfast and dinner. She couldn’t remember the last time they’d taken jabs at each other. She couldn’t believe the way she was acting, at work. She couldn’t wait to rush home and see her husband. She was a completely different person when she was with him. With him, she was able to be the real Sherry: all her defenses were down when she was with Andrew. He’d become her friend and lover.

  “Earth to Sherry.” Tiffany waved her hands in her face.

  Sherry finally looked at her. “Sorry. I was daydreaming. What did you say?”

  “Damn, girl, is he that good?” Tiffany laughed.

  “I have a lot on my mind.” She picked up little Ricky.

  “You can’t lie to me. You’re falling for your husband. It’s all over your face.”

  Sherry ignored her and kissed her godson. “Ricky, you’re looking more and more like your mommy.”

  “Don’t ignore me.”

  “I’m not, Tiff. I just never expected to feel this way about him. I always thought he was selfish, full of himself, but I was so wrong.” She sighed. “I’m feeling things, things I’ve never felt for anyone else.”

  Tiffany gently took her son and put him in his stroller, and touched her hand. “It’s called love.”

  ***

  Andrew couldn’t stop smiling. He thought of his little girl or boy; would the baby have his eyes? Her lips? It didn’t matter. He would love them regardless of how they looked. He couldn’t wait until Sherry got pregnant. And in the meantime, he was counting down the time to go home so he could cook dinner for his wife.

  “Damn, you got it bad,” he said out loud to himself, laughing. He wondered what story she’d have to tell him today. This feeling he was having was different than any he’d had before.

  He picked up the phone and dialed. “Hey, beautiful.” He smiled, feeling something strange, his heart pumped a little faster, when he heard her voice, over the sounds of a baby crying into the phone.

  “Hold on,” Sherry said. He could hear her talking to Tiffany. “Andrew?”

  “I’m here.”

  “I’m sorry about that. Ricky is a little fussy.”

  “It’s okay. I miss you.” There was silence on the line. Shit, why did I say that? He was waiting for her to say something smart, but her response surprised him.

  “I miss you too.”

  His heart raced a mile a minute. “You do?”

  “Yes, I really do. Did you need something?”

  “No, I just called to hear your voice and tell you I miss you.”

  “I needed to hear your voice too.”

  There was a knock at his office door. “Come in.”

  Jason entered his office with papers in his hands, and Andrew lifted a finger asking him to wait for a second.

  “See you tonight.”

  “Bye.”

  Jason sat in the chair in front of Andrew’s desk and started laughing.

  “What?”

  “Was that your wife on the phone?”

  “Yes, why?” Andrew asked, leaning forward.

  “Because of that big smile on your face.”

  He leaned back in the chair. “What smile?”

  “I’ve never seen you so relaxed in the years I’ve known you, but then again, love does have that effect.”

  That comment made Andrew stand up. “What?”

  “You heard me. I know this started as a contract, but you can’t help who you love. Ask Kay. It took us years to get our shit together. I can’t see my life without her,” Jason said solemnly.

  “I
know you didn’t come here to get mushy on me.” He leaned on his desk.

  Jason just laughed and handed him the papers. “Take a look at the date on the bottom.”

  Andrew read the documents. “So they did know.”

  “Yes, John did some research and found those. They knew the equipment was faulty, but they falsified the annual review.”

  Andrew walked behind of his desk and sat in his chair. “This means war. He will keep us in court for months or even longer.”

  “Are you up for this?”

  “I’m always up for a challenge. The question is, are you?”

  “Always,” Jason said.

  “This case is big. That means long hours. If Mr. Peter Shin thinks he’s going to win, he’s in for a big surprise.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  “It’s Saturday.” Sherry took the last bite of her sandwich.

  “For real.” Andrew laughed.

  “When was the last time you did something fun?” Sherry asked him.

  “I’m having fun right here with you.”

  “I’m being serious.” She stood and began to clear the table.

  He watched her closely as she placed the dishes in the sink. He got up and stood behind her. “What’s on your mind?”

  She turned smiling. “I want to go skating.”

  “Skating?”

  “We’re young. We need to have fun, live life.” She took his hand. “Please say yes.” She put his hands around her waist, and then she placed her own around his neck, getting up on her tiptoes. “Please say yes,” she said, breathing the words against his lips.

  “What do I get in return?”

  She wiggled her eyebrows and gave him a naughty smile. “Anything you want.”

  “Grab your shoes. Let’s go.”

  ***

  “Sherry, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. I haven’t skated since I was a kid.” Andrew fumbled with the laces of his skates.