by Jamie Knight
My eyes want to roll back in my head at how good this feels. Slowly, I start to slide in and out of her asshole. Her body rocks in time with my hips. I savor the feeling of plunging into her other hole for the first time.
I'm the only one to conquer all of her now. I love knowing that. She is so tight and good. I just can't get enough of her.
She likes it as well, and right away she is moaning along with me and calling out my name as she cums. It's crazy to think that she might have realized she has the same sexual preferences as me.
The longer we do this, the more a strange feeling comes over me. It's like an epiphany. I realize that I am falling in love with her. I can't believe that I’ve been denying it for even a second; it was crazy to try.
I continue fucking her ass, now moaning even louder, spurred on by my newfound feelings for her. Feelings that I never thought myself capable of having. As soon as we are done, I need to tell her about this.
As I'm on top of her, I start to realize other things. What we have been doing has become so much more than just a meaningless arrangement for sex. This is making love. I am making love to her. I was her first, and I always will be. And I want to be her last, too. Her only.
I start to picture us having a future, and I decide right then that I don't ever want to lose her or let her go. I will do whatever it takes to keep her with me.
Once the quarantine is over, I want to marry her. I want to be with her forever. I want to put a baby inside of her. I want to have a life and a future with her.
Drunk on that feeling, I cum hard into her ass. For the first time in a long time, I feel happy and satisfied.
I slowly pull out of her and collapse on the bed. She looks at me in surprise. Breathing heavily, I look back at her, and reach for her hand. I lie there just holding onto it.
I can tell I've surprised her even more with this gesture. Once I catch my breath, I prop myself up and look at her. She is sitting across from me on the bed now. I take her other hand in mine. I'm scared about what I'm about to say, but I do it anyway.
"I want to be with you, forever. When we are done with this quarantine, I want to marry you, and someday have a baby with you,” I confess, before I lose my nerve.
I glance at her face. Her expression is one of shock and skepticism. This must be so sudden for her, just like it is for me, so I expected this, but I know I need to convince her of my sincerity.
I am holding both of her hands tightly now. I look deep into her eyes as I continue talking.
"I promised that I would take care of you, and I want to do that forever. There's something about you that I can't resist. You made me realize different things about myself in just one night. You have made me feel emotions for you that I never thought I could feel about anyone. I don't want to lose you now, or those feelings," I finish softly.
She stares at me for a few moments, studying my face and considering my words. Then she says, “Yes. Yes, Ben, yes!” in an excited voice that makes my heart so fucking happy.
I can't help but smile as I pull her into my lap. I hug her to my chest and sigh happily as I rest my chin on top of her head. She sits a little stiffly at first, but eventually she loosens up and snuggles up against me. I'm surprised by how much I’m enjoying that.
"You know this is all very shocking, right?" she asks me.
I have to laugh.
"Of course. I think it surprised me more than you," I admit. “But we are living in crazy times and that causes us to do crazy things.”
I hear her laugh for the first time, and I love the sound.
"I seriously doubt it," she answers back. “You weren’t more surprised than I was.”
I have to think maybe she's right. I'm sure a proposal wasn't what she was expecting when she agreed to this arrangement just yesterday. As we cuddle, I gently massage her back.
"That feels nice," she sighs softly.
I start to think about what our life together could be like, and I find myself smiling again.
I decide I will always do everything I can to prove to her how much I love her and want to be with her. I say this to her.
She laughs softly and tells me, "That's not necessary," in a kind voice.
Deep down, I know that showing her my heart is something that I need and want to do. I want her to always feel loved and wanted. Though the way it started was unconventional, but I want her to truly believe that our love is real, and lasting.
I look at her once more, and for the first time in either of our lives, I give her a soft, real kiss.
Epilogue - Samantha
Two Years Later
The quarantine ended long ago. The virus was contained after a vaccine was developed and administered to everyone. I continued to live with Ben, and we have both been very happy, especially me.
Today I am happy for a very different reason, though. It's my wedding day. Ben was true to his word. Once the quarantine was over, he took me out on a very romantic dinner date, and proposed the old-fashioned, official way. I was honored he wanted to make a big gesture out of it.
I said yes right away, of course – I had already said yes. Not just that night in his bedroom but as soon as he had asked me to come stay with him. Not only my body, but my heart, had bene saying yes to him all along.
We had a night of hot passionate sex, and then I started planning the wedding. Now, it's a full house. All of our family and friends were able to attend, and we’re both very excited about that.
I can't stop staring at myself in the mirror. I love the way my wedding dress fits. The white dress shows off that I have a little color to my skin. As soon as we came out of our isolation, Ben took me on a trip to the beach, where we both got a little tan.
This dress is fitting a little snug, though. I adjust it as best as I can. Aside from the wedding, I have a surprise planned for Ben later. Though I'm bursting to tell him about it, I have to be patient and wait.
I think about how I can't believe how my life played out. I went from being homeless to marrying a gorgeous millionaire.
A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts. I know that's my cue. I fix my dress and grab my bouquet. As the music starts to play, my dad walks me down the aisle. I can hear small gasps from everyone as they see me in my wedding finery.
My eyes are fixed straight ahead on Ben. A tingle runs through me every time I see him, and I think he looks more handsome today than ever before. I can see happiness in his eyes when he looks back at me.
Mr. Barker is standing up there next to him, with a small pillow on his collar that carries our ring. Our big dog is making a great ringbearer. I’m so glad Ben let him move in, because now he’s a happy part of our little – and growing – family.
I try not to cry as we recite our vows to each other. Ben leans forward and gives me a soft and lingering kiss. Desire courses through me. It always does whenever we are together.
After our kiss, we are surrounded by all of our loved ones. Mr. Barker lives up to his name by barking out his own congratulations.
We spend a few minutes hugging and celebrating with them. They shower us in well wishes for a happy future. Ben and I hug and smile with every one of them.
When we finally have a few moments to ourselves, I pull Ben aside. He looks at me with concern.
"Are you ok?" he asks.
"I’m great. I just want you. Husband. Meet me in the bathroom," I whisper quickly.
Mr. Barker was safe with Sue, my maid of honor, for the time being.
I kiss him before slipping away.
He stares after me in surprise.
A few minutes later we are locked in the bathroom.
"This is interesting …" he comments.
I nod.
"Well, we have a few minutes before the reception, and I wanted to surprise you," I admit.
He laughs softly.
I smile at him, then hold my hands up in front of him. He looks at me curiously.
"Use your tie," I tell him in a seductive voice.
He looks at me, first in shock, then with lust in his eyes. He undoes his tie, then quickly binds my wrists. He bends down to lift my wedding dress. I need to tell him now, before we do anything else.
"Be gentle," I caution him.
He looks at me, understandably confused.
We always have rough sex. He knows I love it – I’ve never even had to use the MoFi password, not even once. We also have gentle lovemaking. But I know he’s expecting to fuck me hard on our wedding night.
"Why?" he asks.
I blush and look down at my stomach.
"I'm pregnant," I reply softly.
Ben looks shocked, surprised, and happy.
"I'm going to be a dad!" he practically cheers.
I laugh and tell him to hush before someone hears us.
For the first time, we have hot honeymoon sex. He kisses me deeply as he thrusts into me. It feels a little tight this time, but he still feels so good.
I want him to do me in the ass, but he reminds me that we only have time for a quickie before the reception. I try to keep my moans quiet as we both cum. He kisses me deeply.
"You know I'm going to love you forever. I really can't wait to be a dad," he says happily.
I smile at him as he unties my hands.
I wiggle my dress back into place.
"I know, I'm excited about it too, and also a little nervous," I admit.
"Don't be nervous." He consoles me with a hug. "I'm always right here by your side."
I lean into his hug.
"Ready to go celebrate with everyone?" I ask.
He nods with joy.
Before we leave the bathroom, he leans down and gives my belly a tiny kiss.
“Hello, baby,” he says. “I know you’re in there. This is your daddy.”
"But I'm not showing yet," I gasp.
"I know, but our baby is still growing inside there," he replies, opening the bathroom door.
My heart does somersaults. That was so sweet and unexpected of him. He has really changed since I first met him, long ago when I was just his receptionist and thought that even though he was handsome, he was a player.
I did not think any of this was possible. Though I love his kinky sex games, I can’t get enough of this sweet gentle side that he has shown me.
And although it took a while, he has been true to his word and has kept every promise that he ever made to me. Even if it's in the smallest way, he always does things to show me how much he loves and cares for me. I feel like a princess that's finally met her Prince Charming.
I follow him out of the bathroom. We join all our friends and family on the way to the reception. One of the ushers has graciously taken Mr. Barker home.
We spend the rest of the night partying and dancing. All of our friends and family members come over to say congratulations. Sue’s there, as my matron of honor, and says she’s so happy for me. Even our colleagues from MoFi came, and are acting happy for us, even if it’s probably to enjoy our open bar.
Ben goes out of his way to take care of me, bringing me extra food and showering me with love. By the end of the party, I feel so full and tired, that I'm ready to fall asleep right there.
Ben carries me to the limo in his arms. I try not to drift off on the ride to our hotel, but it's impossible. When we get home, he cradles me in his arms, and I fall back asleep, dreaming of our happiness and our future together.
I can't wait to grow old together and see what great things are waiting to happen to us.
THE END
Bad Manners
A Single Mom Fake Fiancé Office Romance
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Ann
My office chair was meant to be agronomic, but I couldn’t really feel the difference. At least not to the point of the three-hundred-dollar rise in price. Thank goodness for company accounts.
Swinging around, I put the little statue Drew made in preschool on my desk. I was pretty sure it was meant to be a dog, though there was also a chance that it was a pony. It didn’t have a tail to speak of, making the distinction difficult. I still loved it, though.
The statue sat on the desk next to a framed portrait of Drew taken on his third birthday. The photographer was going to put my little boy in a sailor suit but that struck me as being much too cliché. In the end, we compromised on a baby tuxedo.
I was a bit surprised to find out that such a thing even existed, but there it was, hanging on the store rack in all its glory. I thought it looked pretty silly, but Drew seemed happy enough. He even sat still through the whole thing. A miracle rivaling parting the Red Sea.
“Morning, sis.” Vicky, my office assistant and sister-in-law, came in with a stack of mail. “Another art project?” she asked, eyeing the new quadruped on my desk. She had a little boy of her own, just about the same age as mine.
“Yeah, isn’t it just darling?”
She nodded, her long bright-red hair swinging over her shoulders. “Yeah, it’s an adorable little… horse?” Vicky hazarded.
“Dog is the prevailing theory,” I pointed out, running a finger delicately over the dark snout of the statue. The color wasn’t any help in categorization, Drew had painted the whole thing in green and blue blotches.
“I can see that too,” Vicky said, tilting her head slightly.
“The lack of tail makes it difficult,” I agreed, picking it up and handing the art piece to her.
“Still sweet though,” Vicky said, carefully looking it over and handing it back.
“Very sweet,” I repeated, replacing the horse-dog to its place on my desk.
My sister-in-law stopped sorting the mail and leaned against my desk so she could stare out the window of my fifth story office. I didn’t have a great view of downtown L.A., but it was decent. “James did something like that once. The jury is still out on whether it was supposed to be a spooked kitty cat or a raccoon.”
We both giggled. “The features do seem to be rather general, don’t they?” I asked, unable to keep from smiling.
“Absolutely. Though if I had to choose been somewhat nebulous art interpretation —”
“Somewhat?” I asked, smiling broadening.
Vic laughed, sweeping her long locks back. “Fine. Very nebulous art interpretation and potty training, I know which I prefer.”
“Time is moving on,” I agreed, glad that Drew had gone through potty training early. Vicky and my brother, Jim, were not as lucky. Little James just refused to use the toilet.
“Before you know it, they’ll be driving,” Vicky sighed.
“Oh my God, you’re right!” I said, feigning horror.
She laughed at my expression. “Not quite how I meant it.”
Acting as my assistant again, Vic surrendered my mail, and I started going through the piles she made with her peering curiously over my shoulder, as was her custom.
In among the usual bills and cheques for legal fee payments was a truly ornate envelope. It was the kind that was traditionally used in the sending of wedding invitations. I had come to recognize them on sight after all the weddings I had been to over the past few months — members of the firm getting hitched like it was going out of style.
It looked like this was something that had started to reach out and affect my family as well. I opened the card and found that this invitation was announcing the wedding of my youngest cousin, who couldn’t be more than twenty-one. My mind did a quick bit of comparative math that couldn’t help but make me feel like a hopeless spinster since I was thirty and single.
The blessed event was to take place back home in Santa Rosa in a couple of weeks.
“Another wedding invite?” Vicky asked in a prodding way since she could clearly see that it was.
I set the invitation roughly to the far side of my desk. Sliding it into the trash would have been too obvious and would have elicited a comment from my sister-in-law. I loved Vic, but she could be a bit of a know-it-all at times. She always thought she knew what was best for everyone.
“There have been a lot lately,” Vicky said, tapping her finger thoughtfully on her pointed chin.
“Yeah, so fun.”
“Not over the moon?” Vicky asked, finally picking up on my tone.
“Not exactly,” I admitted. I really didn’t want to go into what I was feeling, but she would probably pry.
“Wait!” She slid her butt onto the corner of my desk and leaned over towards me. “Do you know something about why they can’t be joined?” Vic asked, sounding inordinately excited.
I laughed at her enthusiasm for gossip. “Nope. Not at all.”
Leaning back, she snapped her fingers. “Darn, that would have been cool. No one ever does that!”
I pushed the silly redhead lightly on the leg to get her off my desk. “I’m forever holding my piece. Especially in this case, because I’m not going,” I said.
“You have to go. Jim and I are going,” she wined. “Plus, won’t your cousin be hurt?”
“Quite possibly, but I don’t know if I can go through all that,” I admitted, allowing myself to slouch in my chair and whine just slightly.
Vicky scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I know, right? All that dancing and cake, I’m pretty sure that was one of Dante’s seven circles of Hell.”
I picked up a random paper clip and threw it at her, only making it to the corner of my desk. “It is with my family.”
“Oh, right.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I forgot that my in-laws are cannibals.”
“Nope, Catholics. Not big on having a child from a one-night stand at least if the constant questions about where my husband is are anything to go by. My older relatives are even worse and will never accept the idea of me being a single mom. I might as well walk around the reception with a scarlet letter.”