by Jamie Knight
I watch the rest of the show before I also start to fall asleep. I want nothing to disturb us, so I mute the TV. I wrap my arms around her. I like it when she's close to me.
I close my eyes and start to dream of her. They are happy dreams of little things, like her laugh or her smile when she looks at me.
I am so glad that she took a chance on me and agreed to meet me for that dinner. It indeed turned out to be quite an occasion, for a reason so different than what we had originally thought. When I first met her, I never would have imagined that things would end up this way between us.
Life has a crazy way of surprising us sometimes.
Epilogue - Lisa
Four Years Later
It has been four years since the Ozark project, and since the pandemic. I’m still so glad, just like everyone in the world, that the virus is over, and a cure has been found.
It was hard to leave Chicago on the morning after the last day of our self-quarantine together. We had an amazing two weeks, but now we had to be ready to face whatever was waiting for us back home together.
Plus, I needed to get back home to Cocoa, whom I had missed so much. Mark and I checked out of the hotel in Chicago and returned home, healthy and happy.
I tried to relax and chat during the whole plane ride home, but I had a hard time calming my nerves. I had always felt the most nervous about our situation.
Mark did his best to calm me, including repeating his promises to me. This satisfied me a little bit, enough to be able to nap, in the hope that the sleep would put it out of my mind for a while.
We both thought it was the best trip ever, despite the scare of possibly contracting the coronavirus, and winning the Ozark project was a bonus.
Once we got off the plane, we returned to our homes to drop off our bags and change. We met up at the office later and shared a quick hug before walking in. Mark reassured me that everything will be fine. That we would be in this together, and that no matter what happened, he would always be with me.
I had to smile at him. Something about his confidence always makes me feel more at ease. That's one of the things I love about him.
Once we got inside the office, we explained to our coworkers that we violated the company rules, but that we are in love. Our story had a strange effect on our colleagues. They seemed to actually be rooting for us. Maybe it's because we were truly together, as opposed to just messing around like people in the office usually do.
We were both so happy that we hugged each other right there. Everyone cheered and "aww"ed at the sight. Mark and I laughed and blushed.
Our colleagues congratulated us both, and it turned out that we would both be allowed to retain our jobs. I got worried when Mark was called in by his bosses. He returned with the great news that he would be getting a promotion for his work on the Ozark project.
We were both surprised and relieved that things had been so easy. We were not expecting our colleagues to have such a positive reaction. Let alone our bosses. We had been prepared to deal with the worst.
I can still remember how happy we were that we didn’t have to deal with a situation like that and could continue with normal office life. I breathed a sigh of relief that I no longer had to worry.
Mark was true to his word in keeping his promise to me and was prepared to quit or whatever it took to keep me safe. Of course, we were both relieved that he didn't have to leave his job because of our relationship. That was one of my biggest fears.
The only reservations that I had ever had about us involved our careers. I never had any doubts about my feelings for him. Even if he hadn't felt the same way, I probably still would have gone through with spending an amazing night with him.
We weren’t due to work that day, so we left the office after our announcement. We still had to unpack, as well as discuss a few things. I had something very important to talk to Mark about.
It involved the seriousness of our relationship and how I thought we should live together so that I wouldn’t have to go back and forth to feed Cocoa and let her out. It was a decision that I had made sometime earlier.
Mark surprised me by getting down on one knee and telling me he had been thinking the same thing except that he wanted to make an honest woman out of me! Not only did he want to live with me, but he wanted to marry me, too.
Several weeks later, we decided to confirm our commitment to each other, in a major way. We eloped back to Chicago where we had a lake-side wedding.
Once we go back, we had a little reception and party with our friends, and Mark’s brother Jim. Even more importantly, I sublet my apartment, and Cocoa and I moved in with Mark. He finally had another beloved dog, just like he used to have in Lady.
We were so happy to finally be completely committed to each other, until death do us part, and living together as husband and wife.
Today, we are like a happy family and have a lot of fun together. We are married and have a daughter named Elizabeth who is two. Her nanny takes great care of her when we work and travel, but I’m always glad to come back home and give her sweet kisses and motherly attention.
We are both quick to agree that the best part of living and working together is that we are able to have sex both at home and at the office, at least when we can manage to get it to ourselves.
What kind of couple wouldn't benefit from spice like that?
I can honestly say that ours is probably the happiest relationship ever because we spend so much time with each other like that.
Each year on the anniversary of our self-quarantine, we celebrate at a different hotel with wild sex, steamy romance, and, of course, room service. It’s always a very fancy hotel, of course, and we can relive our first nights of me being tied up to a bed with luxurious sheets.
It's a very special night for us both. It's the memory of a shared magical time that will exist in our hearts forever. We say I love you to each other again and again all night. Though nothing can compare to the first time we heard it, we now know how much we mean it, and that is what is important to us. Nothing can tarnish the memory of those first few weeks.
I still get excited each year before we leave for the hotel. Mark loves that about me. He says he never realized before how many more reasons to adore me he would discover. Once you get past all the lust and get to know a person, you truly connect with them. You find out that there is more to them than just a pretty face. I was the first woman that he ever realized that about.
We both agree that taking that trip and participating in the Ozark project was indeed the best move we ever made. Not only did we end up together, but it also did wonders for Mark's career due to the promotion he received for all of his hard work on that project.
He always reminds me that it was shared work, but I just shake my head. My response to that is that I would rather he get the credit, because I’m happy just to be with him. He loves my modesty, as well as my intelligence. He tells me that he thinks in many ways that I am his better half. I disagree. I think that we complete each other.
I feel that he has many qualities that I am lacking. Whatever the case may be, we couldn't be happier that we took a huge risk and ended up with each other. Thinking about it, I often hug him tightly out of happiness and joy. I’m so glad that I never have to let go.
Today is one such anniversary, and we’re back in the same hotel in Chicago where we originally went on our business trip that brought us together during that quarantine four years ago. As we slip under the silk sheets together, I nuzzle up against Mark’s broad chest and trace my hand down his six-pack abs.
I have something to tell him, but first I want to enjoy his body. Kissing down his chest, I end up with my lips in front of his rock-hard cock.
“Oooh, is this an anniversary present?” he asks me, happily.
“It sure is,” I tell him. “For the best husband ever.”
I take him into my mouth and suck on the head of his cock while I stroke the shaft.
“Fuck yeah,” he sa
ys, leaning his head back onto the headboard to relax while I work his cock up and down and all around with my mouth and hand.
One of the best things about being married is that you know exactly what your spouse likes. I enjoy pleasuring him, and he sure does pleasure me back.
As if to prove it, he pops his dick out of my mouth and says, “Now it’s my turn to give you a gift in return. And then I want to fuck you. I’m not ready to cum yet.”
“Okay,” I tell him, loving how he holds himself back for me so that we can have so much fun before he finally cums in me.
He spins me over on the bed so that my back is now against the sheets and my legs are spread wide for him.
“I love to see your pussy open up for me like that,” he says, staring down at it for a moment before starting to lick my clit, gently at first. “I remember when this treat was like forbidden fruit. I wasn’t supposed to taste it, but I did.”
“You sure did,” I agree, as he sucks on my clit, harder now, causing all the blood to rush to it.
“I just love sucking on your hard little clit,” he says, as he puts a finger in my pussy hole.
The combination of his sucking and finger-fucking me drives me over the edge. I moan as I writhe underneath him.
“Mark,” I say. “You’re making me cum.”
“Mmmm,” he says, sucking up the juices that squirt out of my pussy and into his mouth. He laps up my wetness with his tongue before adding, “You are so delicious.”
He holds me in his strong, muscular arms while I pant a little bit, coming down from off the high of the orgasm.
Then he says, “Now turn over, because I want to see your curvy ass and your pussy spread wide open for me so that I can stick my cock in this hole I just licked clean.”
I did as he commanded, getting on all fours for him and feeling the head of his cock pressed up against my pussy hole.
“You’re so wet,” he says. “I can’t wait to plunge inside your tight little pussy.”
And then he’s pushing himself into me, stretching my pussy hole wide open as his long, wide dick slides further and further in.
“Fuck yeah,” he says, as he slaps my ass cheeks a little. Then he holds onto them and pushes himself further in. “This is how I love to fuck my wife.”
“It feels so good,” I tell him, as he reaches down to play with my clit while he thrusts in and out of me.
With his other hand, he holds on tight to my ass, pulling my body closer to his so that he can fit inside me even more.
“There you go,” he says. “That’s a good girl. You’re letting your boss cram your tight little pussy full of his cock.”
“Oh, yes, Boss,” I tell him. “Stuff me full of that big, hard dick of yours.”
“I love fucking your pussy,” he tells me, as he pounds me hard now, causing the bed to move and shake against the wall. “I love being all the way inside you.”
“I’m gonna cum,” I tell him, squeezing the pillow in my hands and getting ready to put my mouth down on it if I need to, so that other hotel guests won’t be able to hear my scream.
“Cum on my cock, baby girl,” he tells me, as I feel it start to throb and pulse inside me. “And I’m going to cum in your tight, wet pussy.”
I cover my mouth with the pillow as I scream into it, pushing my ass back and riding his cock good and hard as I cum all over it. It’s so slippery that I feel like I might fall off it, but he does a great job of keeping it shoved up tight inside me.
“You’re such a naughty little girl for your boss,” he says, as he spanks my ass harder now. “You cum all over my cock and you let me fill up your tight little pussy hole with my big load of cum.”
I can feel his warm liquid shooting inside me as he says that, but I’m still moaning and grunting so much I can’t say anything in return. I see stars as we both finish cumming together.
Then we collapse onto the bed and he holds me tight.
“That felt so good, boss,” I tell him, as he pulls the sheets over my naked body and snuggles up against me. “Husband.”
“Good, my wife,” he says. “I’m glad I still keep you happy after four years. And I’m glad our sex is still hot even though we’re parents.”
“About that,” I tell him, looking up into his eyes.
“Yeah?” he asks, hopefully.
We’d been discussing having another baby, but I hadn’t known this would happen so fast.
“I got a positive pregnancy test this morning,” I tell him. “Elizabeth is going to have a little sister or brother in nine months.”
“That’s so great,” he says, bending his head down to kiss me. “I kind of hope it’s a little boy, but two cute little sisters would also be great.”
“Yeah, and we can always go for one more if it’s a boy and we want a girl, too,” I tell him, smiling happily.
“Why stop at one more?” he asks. “We have a huge house. We could fill it with lots of kids.”
“Hey, you’re not the one who has to have them,” I fake-protest.
“That’s true,” he says. “We can stop whenever you want.”
“Let’s see how we feel after we have this second one,” I tell him.
“Deal,” he says. “Life is always an adventure with you. I love you, Lisa.”
“I love you, too, Mark,” I tell him. “I’m so glad I fell in love with my boss and I’m even more glad that now you’re my husband and the father of my two children.”
I lay my head back down under his chin and drift off into a peaceful sleep, feeling happier than I’ve ever felt, and that says a lot, considering we had such a great time on our business trip, at our wedding, and after Elizabeth was born.
Ever since the pandemic ended, life has continued to get better and better for us, and I look forward to a lifetime of continued happiness and adventure with Mark.
THE END
Under His Care
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
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Chapter 1 - Stacey
Even though I had recently graduated college, it still feels weird, walking down the halls of a high school. Even though it's not my old school, it brings back a lot of memories. I still carry my papers under my arm. I had tried to dress conservatively, seeing as I am a teacher's assistant now, opting for slacks and a dressy blouse. I check the notes that I was given about my assignment.
I walk down the hall and look for the room I'm assigned to, checking my notes. It's still early, so kids are running around, being silly. I smile, remembering those days well.
My notes say that I am assigned to work under the history teacher, Mr. Winston. I haven't met him yet, so I'm nervous.
I finally find the classroom and stand nervously outside the door. I have to remind myself that I'm not a little kid anymore. I take a deep breath, open the door, and walk inside.
School hasn't started yet, so the classroom is still empty. I look around at the familiar setting, getting caught up in nostalgia. From across the room, I hear him clear his throat.
"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice smooth. I'm startled from my thoughts and look up at him nervously. Immediately, my mind draws a blank. He raises one perfect eyebrow at me.
"Oh, right." I clear my own throat. "I’m Stacey Mikhailov, your new teaching assistant."
I walk forward and hold out my hand.
"Ah, yes. A pleasure to meet you. I'm Chris Winston. You may refer to me as Mr. Winston,” he says in a no-nonsense tone.
He’s clearly the serious type. He shakes my hand briefly, then turns his back on me. I want to gush so hard.
I loved feeling his hand for those few seconds. As he talks about my assignment, I try to pay attention, but all I can stare at are his chiseled features, his dark, tanned skin. I want to run my fingers through his wavy hair.
“The students can just call me Ms. Stacey if they want,” I inform him. “I
know that my last name, Mikhailov, can be a mouthful.”
As I say the word “mouthful,” I blush. I know I didn’t mean it in a perverted sense, but I wonder how Chris will take it. I can’t seem to think about anything other than wanting to take his cock in my mouth and swallow a big load of his cum.
I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. He’s my boss, after all. And I’m a virgin. I don’t normally go around thinking about giving guys blow job. But he’s not just any guy. He is so hot!
I see him frown and realize that he has noticed me not paying attention, which I guess is a good thing, considering what I just said. I straighten up, and he continues.
"As you know, this is 12th-grade history. I run a tight ship, but we do have fun in here. There are no real troublemakers in here, so you don't have to worry about that. Pretty much all the kids at this school are well behaved, " he says.
I try to hide my smile as he looks at me.
"I think you'll do just fine here. I heard that you graduated college with honors and aced every class."
I blush in surprise at the compliment. "Yes, I did. I hope to do a good job here and learn as much as I can," I say, trying to keep the nervousness out of my voice.
He gives me a little smile, saying, "I'm sure you will." I could practically melt into a puddle right there.
He shows me my desk, where I can put my belongings. He explains his grading techniques, and his usual schedule for assigning homework and quizzes. I try my best to pay attention; it’s difficult, because he's so dreamy, but I really want to impress him.
Before the bell rings, he sends me on an errand to copy some worksheets for the kids who are out sick. The whole time I'm in the office using the copier, I think about him. By the time I get back to class, it has already started. I try to open the door quietly; when I walk in, he is writing on the board, but when he sees me, he stops. I walk forward and hand him the worksheets.
I try to walk to my desk, but he says, "Class, I'd like you to meet our new teaching assistant, Stacey Mikhailov. She will be with us for the rest of the semester."