by Jamie Knight
“That's the best idea you've had since we met,” I said before kissing her passionately, the taste of the truce cakes carrying over.
Chapter Seventeen - Ann
After taking Russ back to his car before it was towed, we met back at my place. I had asked about going to his apartment, but his sister was still recuperating, and their mom was there to take care of her. It was best if we left them to it.
As soon as we were through the door, the kids were off and running to Drew's room to finish their reading, which we had so rudely interrupted by insisting that we leave the park. It was interesting that both of our kids should have the same wonderful addiction to books. If only I could get Drew as interested in math, he would be golden.
“There they go,” I said, looking at them fondly.
“I guess we're no longer needed,” Russ agreed. “Not if they have books.”
Taking a seat on the couch, we finished off the cupcakes, both of us making something of a mess of it. The icing being just that good.
“Hear that?” Russ asked.
“What do you mean?” I pulled my head up and looked around.
“The reading has stopped.”
I listened, hearing nothing but silence coming from Drew's room. We went to look.
Sure enough, they were both asleep, stuffed together on Drew's bean bag chair, each with their books still in their hands. Going in quietly, we each took our respective kid and put them down on the bed for a nap.
Russ and I kissed them on the forehead in perfect synch as though we had it rehearsed. We couldn't help but laugh.
Noticing a bit of icing on my nose, Russ leaned in and gently licked it off. Taking me by the hand, he took me into the bathroom, finding it on only the second try.
Kissing me again, he slowly began to undress me. First my jacket, followed by my blouse and then my skirt, all of them falling to the floor around me. Plucking up my courage, I did the same for him, peeling away the layers of his black, three-piece suit. Russ got my bra off in a single, smooth motion, which was really impressive, it being a struggle for me sometimes.
Turning on the water, he slid down my panties. I took down his boxers as we got into the shower.
“Turn around,” Russ ordered.
I obeyed him immediately, slowly turning so my back was to him. I was nervous as well as excited since I had no idea what he was going to do. At least until I heard the pump on the shampoo dispenser built into the wall. Positioning the shower head, so it doused my hair, Russ began to gently run the shampoo through it. Starting at the ends and working up to my head.
Pulling me close, he tilted my head back, rinsing it all out.
My hair finished, Russ turned me towards him, taking a handful of liquid soap from the dispenser next to the shampoo.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
Taking me by the nape of the neck to hold my head still, he lathered up my face, caressing his soft, warm hand all over my skin. After he used the direction of the showerhead to wash me clean. Not done yet, he took another two handfuls of soap and switched his attentions to my body, lathering up every inch of me. Russ started with my neck and moved slowly down to my feet, which felt better than I could have ever imagined.
Working his way back up, up my legs, he slipped a hand between my thighs. Holding my hip to keep me still, he deftly massaged the outside of my pussy until I came, nearly falling over with pleasure. Holding me upright, Russ continued up past my hips and over my belly to my tits.
Rising off my torso, he went to town on my breasts, nearly bringing me to orgasm from breast play alone. Kissing his way up between my breasts and over my neck, Russ kissed me tenderly, bending slightly at the waist so he could reach.
His cock was rock-hard and throbbing against my stomach. Unable to help myself, I reached out and took hold, wrapping my small hand as far as it would go around it and started to stroke him. Russ continued to kiss me as I pumped his cock. He reached down and gently squeezed my ass, making me hum with pleasure.
Just before he came, I dropped to my knees, the fall cushioned by the bathmat, and took his cock in my mouth and sucked him hard until he unloaded. He filled me with his sweet, warm cum, and I loved every minute of it.
Keeping his cock in my mouth, I spiraled my tongue around the head until he was hard again. Taking him gently by the balls, I started to suck him hard, pumping his shaft while I did so.
Russ stroked my cheek before running his hands down to my shoulders and pulling me to my feet.
“Bend over,” he told me.
As before, I turned so my back was to him and bent forward at the waist, my hands pressed up against the wet tiles, wondering what he was going to do next. To my surprise, he got in his knees behind me and started gently licking my pussy, running his tongue slowly up the length of my tender pink folds. I shuddered deliciously, bracing harder against the wall so I wouldn't collapse.
As though reading my mind, Russ wrapped an arm around my waist, holding me firm as he started to rotate his tongue on my clit, fingering me with his free hand. Pumping hard, he worked me to an explosive orgasm.
Not done with me yet, Russ moved his arm from around my waist and held me by the hip as he stroked his cock against the opening of my pussy. When I was ready, he pushed in, easing the bulk of his cock inside me inch by inch until his pelvis pressed up against my ass. Taking me by both hips, he pounded me in my tight little pussy, making me shudder, making me scream, setting me free to enjoy all of the earthly delights.
Epilogue - Ann
The site for my cousin’s wedding was beautiful. It was a classic, old single-spire church which was reputed to have been built from the timber of a single redwood tree. It was a bit of a trick getting to the wedding on time. It was after suppertime by the time we actually left, the kids not helping very much.
A problem solved by agreeing to take my car so they could sit together in the back for the seven-some hour drive. On the upside, the kids didn't even notice the time passing, reading until they fell asleep in the back, and Russ and I could take turns with the driving. It was definitely worth it, though.
The reception was held at Uncle Dave's private country club, with one of the biggest spreads I had ever seen. Slightly embarrassed by my fibs about being engaged, Russ and I mostly hung out at our table on the sidelines, enjoying the food and expensive wedding cake. The kids on their booster seats between us, Drew in a tiny tux and Carly in a lively princess dress.
“Hi, pumpkin,” my dad said, coming up to the table with my mother.
“Hey, dad,” trying to avert my gaze.
“This the lucky fella,” dad asked, turning his attention to Russ.
“Yeah, about that,” I said, cheeks burning, “turns out I was a bit pre-emptive before thinking we were getting engaged.”
“She found a ring that I was going to give her,” Russ said, quickly as a cover.
“Oh, I see!” mom said empathetically.
“Easy mistake to make,” dad offered.
“Yeah,” I said, feeling better.
We hadn't shown anyone the staged proposal photos, so it was easier, and much less embarrassing to just tell the truth. Russ and I weren't engaged yet, but we were officially dating, our fake relationship being a mistake of the past.
“Yeah, about that,” Russ said, pushing back in his chair.
Before I could say anything, he came around to my side of the table, got down and one knee and took a small black box out of his pocket. He had actually bought a ring after all.
“Ann Ashley Howell. Will you marry me?” Russ asked, foisting the beautiful ring towards me.
“Yes,” I almost shouted, throwing my arms around him.
He kissed me and slid the ring, a blue sapphire in a silver setting, onto my finger and kissed me lovingly.
“Congratulations, pumpkin!” dad said happily.
“Let's leave them alone, hey?” mom asked, dragging him away.
“Ready to go?” Vicky asked, she and Jim taking my parents' place at the table.
“Go, go where?”
“I booked us the honeymoon suite at the local hotel,” Russ said.
“We're here to take the kids for the night,” Jim explained.
Overly excited, I gave Drew a kiss on the forehead and jumped into Russ’s arms. Within seconds, we were heading to the car and driving to the hotel.
The suite was beautiful. I wondered how he could afford it but decided not to ask, not wanting to ruin the mood.
“Bit premature for a honeymoon suite, don't you think?” I asked, bouncing down on the king-sized, four-poster bed.
“Way I figure it,” Russ said, locking the door, “we can have as many honeymoons as we damn well please.”
With that, he was upon me, sweet mouth softly kissing my neck, loving hands in my panties, lightly stroking my pussy. Any objections I might have had were lost in the delicious pleasure he was gifting me.
Giving myself over to Russ entirely, I lay perfectly still as he stripped me naked, my dress coming off easily. With me laying naked and open before him, Russ took off his own clothes, releasing his hard cock, and got onto his knees. He buried his face into my pussy, lapping like it contained the antidote.
I ran my fingers through his thick, beautiful hair, urging him on.
Pausing to wet his finger, he dove back in, swirling his tongue hard on my clit, sliding a finger all the way inside me, angling just right so it hit my g-spot with each pass as he deeply fingered me. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt like that, except for the last time Russ had fucked me, of course. I had no idea who had taught Russ his sex skills but would send her a thank you card and flowers if I could.
Kissing his way up my pelvis, over his belly, between my breasts and up to my mouth, Russ climbed on top of me as he did so. I spread my legs wide, the head of his cock brushing against my hungry little pussy in passing. Rectifying this, Russ took his cock by the base and pressed it up against me, making me gasp.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yes, please fuck me,” I begged.
Taking me at my word, he slid his entire dickhead inside me, causing me to close my eyes and gasp. It really was the most heavenly feeling.
Lifting himself slightly, so he had more leverage, Russ started to pump, fucking me with a slow, steady rhythm. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him ever closer and kissed him deeply.
Gradually, he picked up speed, fucking me harder until he was pounding his thick cock, deep in my pussy, his gentle hand on my mouth muffling my screams of ecstasy — something else that I had never done before I met him.
He took his hand away and kissed me deeply as we came together, me shuddering hard against his warm, fit body. Russ was deep inside my pussy, filling me with his warmth.
I could definitely get used to this type of life, and I knew now that our little family — that started with a lie — would truly be perfect.
THE END
Under the Hawaiian Sun
Love Under Lockdown, Book 6
A series of standalone quarantine romance books.
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Mary
I usually like my job, but there are definitely downsides to it. Being a paralegal can be very tiresome and tedious sometimes.
I don't like being cooped up in the office all day long. I'm glad that at least I have a meeting with my boss this morning; it will break up the monotony. It's a last-minute thing, but he told me it was important.
I know it's going to be difficult to concentrate around him. Randall Marsh is the most handsome partner in the firm, and I have a secret crush on him. Being around him is definitely a plus to this particular job.
I fuss with my hair and clothes, then hurry to his office. I pause to knock on the open door, and he waves me to him. I walk in and stand before his desk, but he doesn’t say anything at first.
I nervously tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before asking, "You wanted to see me, sir?"
He looks up from the file he is reading, as if realizing for the first time that I’m here. I get chills as he stares right at me, glancing up and down as if he likes what he sees.
"Yes. I’ll be flying out to Hawaii in a few days. I have to take a very important deposition and I'd like for you to accompany me," he announces.
I want to open my mouth in shock, but I know I can't.
I need to be professional.
So, instead, I reply, "Yes sir," in as serious of a tone as I can manage.
I want to scream and jump in excitement, but I control my enthusiasm. It's a really big deal for a junior employee to be asked to be a part of something important like this. It's also very exciting. A small part of me is kind of nervous about it though, thanks to the crush I have on this man. He stares at me a few moments longer, then goes back to the file he is reading.
"I'll give you the exact dates and more information later," he says, in a tone that indicates I am being dismissed.
"Very good, sir," I chirp as I back out of his office.
I hurry to my desk and sit down. Then I pull out a notepad and pen and start writing a list of things I need to do to prepare for the trip. I have to make sure I am well-prepared. I don't want to mess up my job.
Career-wise, being asked to go away with the boss is a huge honor. I'm sure that if other people in the office knew, they'd probably all be jealous. I pause my writing, and chew anxiously on the tip of my pen. I feel pangs of desire stir in me, as a sudden daydream pops into my head. I picture myself in a gorgeous bikini, strolling the tropical beaches. My boss is next to me and his hands are all over me. The idea alone is enough to make me wet.
I'm shocked by the thought, because I hadn't realized that my flame for him was that strong. I remember the way he sometimes looks at me when I'm in his office – how he takes in my whole body like he just had when I was in his office – and I wonder if he gets as turned on around me as I do around him.
Then I shake my head and laugh. That is ridiculous. There's no way that someone as gorgeous as him would be interested in someone like me.
Besides, this is a business trip. That means the right attitude will be professionalism and nothing else. I finish making my to-do list, then take a bathroom break.
As I'm washing my hands, my mind starts to wander back to my daydream. We are alone on the beach. The waves splash behind us. The sun glimmers on our bodies.
Suddenly Randall strips off our clothes and lays me down in the sand. He makes wild, passionate love to me for the first time in my life. I feel myself growing warm and wet. I splash cool water on my face and take a deep breath. I need to calm down.
Someone else walks into the bathroom, distracting me from my thoughts. I hurry out and head to the break room. I need a cup of coffee, plus I want to avoid the area near my boss's office for a while. I need to get my head straight.
After that coffee break, I feel better. I go back to my desk and am finally able to focus. I finish up work early, then spend the next few hours gathering the papers and files that we will need for our trip.
I take my to-do list and stuff it in my purse. Everything on there can be done on my personal time. It's mainly stuff that I need to pack and take care of at home.
I spend the rest of the day typing up memos and important notes from other cases. For a while I'm able to forget about my boss and the trip, but I know I'll think about it later tonight when I'm at home. My excitement about everything will kick in full force then too.
I spot my boss standing in his office. I watch him for a few seconds before he turns towards me.
I can't tell if he notices me or not, but I get embarrassed and remind myself to keep working. I go back to typing and soon lose myself in the words.
By the time I finish, it's already time for my lunch break, so I grab my purse and walk to a nearby restaurant for a sandwich and a soda. I need to get out of the office and get some fresh air for a bit.
Neither the walk nor the food helps to clear my mind, though, which is unfortunate. This Hawaii trip is all I can think about. It's pretty much the one exciting thing going on in my life right now, which is really pathetic, I have to admit.
I finish the sandwich, but take my soda back to the office with me. When I walk in, I see that there is a new stack of case notes on my desk.
I see a note on them that says, "to be typed."
It's written in Randall’s handwriting. Those all-consuming feelings start to come back, but I force them away. I sigh softly, then sit down. Then I stretch a little before getting to work. I'm going to be sitting here a while. I’ll just try to remain professional and not to let my fantasies about Randall run away with me.
Chapter 2 - Randall
After I was done instructing Mary, I turned my attention back to my work. She took that as a sign that she was free to exit. She left the door to my office open as she went. Her ass wiggled as she walked away – that plump, curvy ass of hers – and I exhaled deeply.
I had no choice but to remain seated while she was in here. My cock is still rock-hard underneath my desk. It usually is whenever I see her and her body. She's gorgeous. I can't stop myself from being attracted to her no matter how hard I try.
Watching her isn't helping me either at the moment. I put the file down that I had been pretending to study when she walked in. It was supposed to help me focus on anything else but her, but it was no use.
I try to stop thinking about her, but I can’t. She's always in my head lately, constantly. Sometimes these thoughts I have about her make it hard to get any work done, like right now. Usually I can force them away, but now that my fantasies are combined with the thought of going away with her on this trip, it's even more difficult.