by Adair Rymer
“Besides, it seems like you really impressed her when you two worked together to bring Anthony down.” I rifled absently through Anthony's liquor selection. I double checked that all the ingredients I'd need were actually here, then glanced back at Claire with a smirk reminiscent of one I'd given her at my holiday party almost a year ago.
“I still don't know. I just graduated college and don't have any real experience. I'm grossly unqualified...”
“You make it sound as if you didn't just help to dismantle a criminal network, crush a corrupt empire and save thousands of jobs in the process.” My hands were a blur of pouring, mixing and stirring. “Don't think that she's just giving this to you. Bianca is not like that at all. She went through several rounds of applicants. She thinks you have the spirit and the experience that this position needs.”
Claire stayed quiet as she thought it over. She would never accept a sweetheart deal this big just because she happened to be dating me. That's why I didn't even bother bringing it up to Bianca, but, then again, I didn't have to. Bianca was the one to propose the idea to me. She wanted me to gauge Claire's interest before putting together a hiring package for her.
“She's hired a small army of consultants and assistants, all of them have experience with this kind of work. You'll be fine. That is if you want the position, of course.” I was trying not to put extra pressure on her.
I could see in her eyes that she wanted it. She just needed to convince herself that she actually could do it. She walked around the desk and dragged a hand over the headrest of the lush leather chair.
“There's no rush.” I handed her the drink I'd made. “Just think it over.”
“Is that a sex on the beach?” She smiled, letting her anxiety at the important decision slip into the back of her mind.
“It is. Or would you prefer a bottle of vodka and a glass?” I teased.
“No,” she snapped back. “I had a lot on my mind then.”
“You don't now?”
“This time it's different.” She shrugged shyly. “All of my skeletons are out of the closet and you haven't been scared off. I don't feel alone anymore.”
“You'll never have to feel alone ever again.” I extended my glass and she clinked it. After our first sips I set my glass down and stepped behind her. She wore this stunning violet dress. I couldn't wait to see what it looked like in a ball on the floor. I tucked her golden hair off her shoulder and whispered, “If I put up a pole will you give me a show?”
“I have been practicing my splits lately.” She cocked an eyebrow and the corner of her mouth creased in a slight smirk. The thought of her wrapped around my cock made the bulge in my pants triple in size.
I stepped past her, and in one sweeping motion I cleared the massive desk of most of Anthony's bullshit awards and paid-for accommodations.
“Whoa! Sex in your office is one thing, but in someone else's office?” Claire glanced behind her, down the stairs. “What if someone comes in?”
“Fuck 'em.” I lifted her off the carpeted floor with ease. I still couldn't believe how fucking good she looked. Claire had been working out hardcore, and was already down thirty pounds since delivering our son. It took an incredible amount of effort to not touch her and let her heal, especially since getting out of prison. I was horny enough to crack marble with my cock. I had never gone this long, and jerking off nine times a day only helped so much; I needed to fuck her. “Let them watch and get jealous.”
I laid her back on the dark desk, it complemented her light skin and made her sexy, curvy form really pop in contrast. She went to sit up, but I placed a heavy palm on her chest and pushed her back down.
Oh really? was the look she gave me. I could read Claire better than she wanted me to.
You're goddamned right, my eyes shot back. There wasn't any fear or worry on her face just camouflaged excitement. That spurred me on further.
I could've asked if she was ready for this, but her face, body and demeanor told me what I wanted to know. She couldn't hide how badly she wanted me and I couldn't hide getting drunk off that feeling. She trusted that I would go slowly and I trusted that she would tell me if anything was too uncomfortable.
When I pressed up against her I could tell that she didn't know if she could handle my massive cock but she desperately needed to find out.
My thoughts all muddled uselessly together as I hiked up her dress and pulled her panties down to her knees. I loved eating her out, it was one of the things I fantasized about the most. “I missed the way you taste.”
“I don't know,” Claire hesitated, biting her lip. “Everything might not be the same...”
“I love each and every part of you.” I walked my fingers up her thighs. “Do you trust me?”
“More than any sane woman should.” Despite her self-consciousness, her pussy flared with heat and shined with wetness in anticipation. She was both nervous and excited.
“Sanity is overrated.” I kissed up her thighs and dipped my face into her honey pot.
She creamed the second she felt my lips on her inner thigh, working my way along her slit. Her muscles flexed defensively against my tongue, but when my whole mouth laid into her Claire moaned in utter bliss. She wanted this just as much as I did.
Her legs twitched as I made her pussy dance to my tongue's rhythm. A shock ran up her body when she felt my teeth tug at her clit. She shrieked in surprise.
“I'm ok! I'm ok!” She cried. I paused for a fleeting moment just to make sure she was alright. “If you stop I'll kill you!”
“Yes, ma'am,” I moaned into her, switching to sucking her clit, and exploring her hidden folds with my tongue. I studied her face as I reached into my pants and palmed my own cock.
Claire closed her eyes and rode the waves of lust. Finally her muscles contracted all around my head and she came hard.
I didn't stop.
“Holy shit,” Claire whispered. Her eyes snapped open. She was close again, and I had no intention of slowing. She grabbed a tuft of my hair and, instead of pulling me away, she pushed me in tighter. I loved it. She crushed forward into my palm, which still pinned her down on the table. “Oh, god. I'm coming again. Fuck!”
“I'll stop when you scream it.” I knew she felt every word through her sensitive lower lips; she was soaked. I didn't slow, I just drank her in and kept going.
“I'm coming! I'm coming!” The crushing waves of pleasure cracked her voice. The scream started all the way down in her heels and reverberated through her whole body. If anyone was on this floor they'd think someone was just murdered.
She was panting when I pulled away. I could feel her heart racing through the palm I had planted on her chest.
She watched, recovering, as I lifted off my suit jacket and shirts. I'd only turned a few of the lights on when we came in, so I got to lose myself in the soft glow that blanketed her body. I undid my belt and popped the clasp on my pants. A quick series of movements later and everything I wore was lying on the floor.
“Did you get bigger?” Her eyes flashed. She didn't see my cock at first, not until I fished a condom out of the desk drawer. I had stopped carrying one around after Claire left me that Dear John letter, but fortunately Anthony had a stack of them in his desk, because of course he would. “I know it's been a while, but do I need to sign a waiver to ride that?”
“Maybe a permission slip.” I slapped my cock down on her pussy. Her limp hanging legs immediately tightened at the pressure of my thick member. I unrolled the condom down the length of my stone hard cock. “Or a doctor's note.”
“Can I get a prescription?” She brushed her hair out of her face to better get a look at me. Claire smiled evilly. “Something refillable.”
She sent a hungry shiver through me. The thought of taking her made my every nerve ending vibrate with anticipation, excitement and yearning. Her eyes smiled, knowing she had that power over me. She was right; I only wanted Claire and no one else.
The wood beneath her squeaked
as I grabbed her hips and jerked them toward me. She slipped her panties completely off and extended her legs out to either side in a full split. My cock flexed and jumped at seeing her beautiful pussy spread before me.
Her pussy ached for my cock. My fat head slid over her engorged clit lighting her senses up in another frenzied wave. I was going to tease it out but I couldn't; I just wanted her too damn bad.
I slid my hands down her thighs and squeezed to get some handholds. Her eyes glazed over as I slowly thrust my long thick cock inside her soaked pussy. Her inner walls spread, then tightened around me. My cock throbbed with every inch I pushed into her until I was buried up to my base.
I flexed inside her, making her gasp in air. Her breath fluttered as I began to pull back out. She was so hot and wet that it was like fucking Heaven itself. I went slowly at first testing her comfort and seeing what she could take.
“Harder,” Claire sighed through clenched teeth. Eagerness was the only emotion on her face so I withdrew, then slammed back in forming a rhythm. My balls slapped her ass as we came together fully. The wood groaned and creaked in protest of each impact.
My brain was wiped, all I could focus on was her crushing my cock. The sensation invaded my whole body, I was a slave to it.
A door closed downstairs somewhere which made me remember where we were. Someone might have seen us, but I didn't care. Only Claire mattered. My adrenaline spiked and I pushed against her with little explosions.
Her legs closed tightly together until her body formed a big L position before me, it made the tension around my cock even tighter. I fucked her through the whole motion and couldn't get enough of her body.
I pulled her bra straps down and freed her busty tits. She moaned when I thumbed and pinched at her perky pink nipples. I loomed before her as sculpted beast lost in the pleasure of fucking her.
“Awwww,” she whimpered when I abruptly stopped thrusting. I was too close and didn't want to come just yet. It was like filling up on one type of pastry: I had to try them all. Before she could protest, I rolled her carefully onto her stomach.
“Fuck yes.” I never pulled out and got to feel her body rotate around my cock, the motion brought me even closer to the edge. I had to take a moment before I pushed into her again, but when I did, Claire gasped that I was even deeper in her than before. “You like that?”
“All the Yes!” Her back arched as she struggled to take all of me. I placed my hands on her hips and watched as her tits flattened out against the dark wood. It got me so hot that my blood had begun to boil. “How can you feel this good? I am so fucking close.”
She met my every thrust with a push back. Her ass cheeks were worn raw from slapping into his hips. Minutes, hours or days later, her back rippled, she was on the cusp of coming again. Her legs turned to rubber. The muscles in her pussy contracted into a thousand little shock waves.
I dragged my nails up her back and through her hair. She lost it. Her whole body locked up and crushed my cock. It felt amazing.
When she screamed, it toppled me over the edge. All my senses popped off like firecrackers. Her pussy's sudden tensing strangled my pulsing cock. She milked my molten cum into the condom. I wished the latex barrier wasn't there, but I wanted her to heal up fully before I slammed another baby into her.
I pulled out and kissed at her shoulders. She'd never even got the chance to take her dress off; she just wore it under her hips and over her ass like a super thick belt. That made me chuckle.
“What?” Claire asked catching her breath,
“I think that's the biggest belt you've ever worn,” I rolled off the condom and tossed it.
“You jerk,” Claire laughed. She rolled over and gave me an exasperated expression. “Will you ever let me live that down?”
“Maybe in a few years,” I winked at her and sat on the desk beside her.
“Punk.” She kissed me angrily then got up and straightened her dress. Claire scanned the office as I got dressed. She looked out the large balcony doors that overlooked a city that she grew up in and around.
“So many people...” She said distantly, becoming absorbed in the scenery. “I've never seen it from this angle.”
“Not many people have.” I slipped on my shoes.
Claire broke her gaze, then walked back and sat comfortably in Anthony's chair. It seemed to fit her. The chair was actually a little big for her, but she looked good in it. It wasn't the chair or the office, but the authority that came with them that she seemed to wear like a glove.
“Yes,” Claire said, after a time.
I shot her a confused look.
“I'm going to take the position,” she clarified. She looked at me, shiny from drying sweat and her blond hair a mess. “As long as I have that team of people helping me; then, yeah, I'll do it.”
I nodded. I was glad to hear it but I didn't say anything. This was a big decision and I didn't want her to get bogged down with my opinion. Taking this job would mean a ton of stress, but I thought she was up for it.
“What are you going to do with yourself while I’m out earning all the beans?” Claire smiled, lightening the mood.
“Oh, woe is us. However will we survive?” I shrugged my jacket on and remade my tie. “I figure I'll give this whole fatherhood thing a full-time shot. Speaking of which, let's go pick up our son. Your parents are delightful and all, but I don't want him outside splitting wood with your father until he can at least stand up on his own.”
“That's ridiculous!” Claire protested, sternly, rising to her feet. “They waited until I learned how to walk before he gave me my first ax.” She couldn't keep the facade up through the sentence and ended up laughing out the last few words.
I wrapped my arm around her and basked in her laugh. I loved that sound more than anything.
I'd let Bianca carry on the Cooper family's legacy. I was more interested in being the best parent that I could be, just like mine were to me. Not everyone was cut out for the family business, but I still felt like I had made them proud in my own way.
Epilogue
Claire
“Aaand that does it.” Dad drove the last nail into the custom carved wood sign above the front door to his newly rebuilt furniture refinishing and upholstering shop. They were finally done.
“It's crooked.” Maynard said, dusting his thick work clothes off.
Oh boy... It was hard not to shake my head as Mom and I walked up the street toward them. It always seemed like they were arguing, but I knew it was just lighthearted banter. That's just how they bonded. I was pushing my son in the stroller and Mom had two bags of food for our celebratory family lunch.
After the fire, Dad had decided that he was going to rebuild the store himself. When Maynard heard that, he asked my dad if he could help. Dad was hesitant at first, but Maynard kept coming back and putting in the work. It had taken them the better part of a year, but they rebuilt it, together.
“It's not crook—” Dad stepped off the short ladder and looked at the sign from several angles. He realized that Maynard was just pulling his leg and scowled at him. Then he laughed at the joke and threw an arm around Maynard's shoulders. “Not bad, kid. I'll make a carpenter out of you yet.”
Maynard smiled but didn't say anything. They both just looked at the shop in all its glory, savoring the fruits of their hard labor.
“Play time's over,” Mom interrupted the moment and brushed past them to get inside. “It's time for lunch.”
“Music to my grumbling stomach.” Dad pinched Mom's butt when she passed then joined her inside.
“Hey there, hot stuff.” I kissed Maynard
“Hey, gorgeous.” Maynard refused to let me go and kissed me half a dozen more times.
“Let me go!” I protested. “You taste like manual labor!”
“You love it.” Sawdust and sweat matted his dark hair. His hands were colored with wood stain and chalk. It was still hard to wrap my brain around seeing Maynard arm deep in lumber and hand tools.
It was a whole new, crazy-hot side of him.
“I do.” I smiled, teasing his tongue against mine.
“Hey, love birds, get in here!” Dad shouted from inside. “We got something to tell you.”
“Hi there, little guy,” Maynard brushed himself off again just to be careful, then hoisted Mark out of the stroller. “Grandpa wants to yell at me some more, but you'll protect me right?”
Mark cooed, and laughed and pawed at his father. I could never get tired of that. Maynard had such a way with Mark that made me so happy and thankful that he was his father. I never would've thought Maynard would've had it in him, but I was so glad to be wrong.
The food was spread out on a table in the office. It was the only place in the whole building that wasn't covered in too much sawdust.
“What'd I screw up this time, old man?” Maynard uncovered the highchair that we left here and fastened Mark into it.
“Our answer is yes,” Mom said.
“Yes to what?” I thought back over the course of the day, wondering if there was a question lingering that I hadn't remembered asking.
“The wife and I were talking,” Dad addressed Maynard solemnly at first then smiled through his bushy beard. “We've decided that you can marry our daughter.”
I nearly fell over from the shock of it. I wanted to start planning our wedding for months, but Maynard refused. It was important to him that he get my parents' blessing. I think it had to do with not being able to connect with his own parents. I thought the whole thing was really sweet.
“Holy shit.” Maynard was stunned. “Seriously?”
“Language!” Mom scolded him.
Maynard jumped into the air and shouted.
“You hear that, darling?” Maynard grabbed me with his massive hands, and kissed me like it was the end of the world. “I'm going to make an honest woman out of you.”
