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“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He fills me to capacity and I tighten around him. “Why is it always so good with us?” My body wraps around his length like a custom fit glove.
I let out a slow pleasure-filled moan. “Because we love each other,” I tell him. The orgasm wraps around my stomach and presses inside me like a bolt of lightning shooting across my insides like an explosion. My muscles quiver around his length. My hands grope for his ass to pull him deeper.
“You’re so wet for me.” He thrusts in and out until he’s on the edge, he groans in pleasure, and I wince in pain.
“Baby, I’m not just wet for you…my water broke.”
An hour later, our son Noah is born. An easy labor some will say, but nothing with Caine and me is ever hard…except his cock.
One Perfect Moment
A bonus short
John paces nervously in front of my desk. “Is everything set up for tonight, Ann?” He is referring to the romantic shindig he had me orchestrate for him.
“Yes, the private chef, the quartet, the flowers, I’ve taken care of everything. Did you need anything else?” I want to scream the words at him, but I smile sweetly while my heart plummets to my stomach.
“Good job, Ann. What would I do without you?” His green eyes hold the warmth of love that will never be mine.
“You’d be making some girl’s dream come true instead of leaving it up to me.” I shuffle the papers on my desk, making sure everything is set. Success is in the details. John hasn’t become a wealthy man on his own. He has me fine tuning everything from his work schedule to his elaborate parties. I am his wife for hire.
“We’ll see if I’m her dream come true tonight.” He turns quickly and walks out of the office. No goodbye. Nothing.
His abrupt exit leaves my head spinning, which isn’t all that unusual. John often leaves my head spinning, along with my heart, and my libido. I’ve been silently in love with him for years.
As his personal assistant, I am the go-to girl for all things. So the thought of him having a big night with another woman tears me up.
What if it’s serious? It sounded serious when he told me this date would change his life. What if the woman hates me and wants me gone? Finding a new job isn’t the issue, the issue is I would never find another John. I can’t stay away from him. He is my drug of choice, and thankfully, I get my fix nearly every day.
In my fantasies, I dream of us being a couple, working side by side, but the kiss that almost happened on New Year’s Eve several weeks ago ended any hope for a fairytale romance. We’ve always been friendly, flirty even. He grazed my lips at the stroke of midnight. A pass by that wasn’t enough to quench my desire for him, just enough for me to want more. I would have given him everything at that moment, but he walked away and asked for nothing. His exit put an end to what could have begun.
The next day his words were kind and gentle. “Ann, you are the most desirable of women, but I can’t risk losing you.” The words have ricocheted in my head for days. He finds me desirable, but a relationship with me is bad news for business.
Tonight’s private affair nearly killed me to coordinate. ‘A special dinner for two’ he said. It sounds like a Cinderella story; only my foot won’t be sliding into the glass slipper.
I tried to figure out who the woman could be, but I struck out. John didn’t date, work was his priority.
Most nights I order takeout and bring it to his office before I leave. But then again, I did see a picture of him with a beautiful woman on his arm when I updated his phone last week.
She is my opposite. I have brown hair and hazel eyes, and she has everything that turns men’s heads. She’s tall and thin, whereas I’m average. Her breasts are perfectly formed by a talented plastic surgeon, and mine are fashioned by Mother Nature.
I mumble expletives under my breath at the mystery woman who will be living my make believe night.
I consider sabotaging the whole affair, but what will that gain me? I can do without a front row ticket to the unemployment line. So I order the red roses, the Cristal Champagne, and reserve the quartet. I make sure I have the best chef available and request a meal with a southern flair. Obviously, his date has good taste in men and food.
Since the office is empty, I leave on time for the first time in months. Most nights I spend sitting across the desk from him sharing his meal and talking about his latest read. He is a fan of mysteries, always trying to figure out the whys and whats. I, on the other hand, am a romance addict and spend my time dreaming of my perfect date.
It will be a mystery, a secret invite will show up, and when I arrive at the private location, the man of my dreams will
be waiting. Damn it, all the best stuff happens in my dreams or books.
At six-fifteen, my phone chimes with an incoming message.
Ann,
911, I need your help. Everything is falling apart. Come now.
John
