by Mary Peart
He did not touch her mother but the look they exchanged spoke volumes and they both watched as he made his way out of the café.
“I like him,” Sophia commented as she sipped her water. Her stomach was starting to feel a little queasy and she was wondering if having the shrimp cocktail had been a good idea. “He is clearly in love with you and also wants what’s best for his wife.”
“I have no resentment where she is concerned and feel sympathy for her. He is one of the good ones and I keep wishing that things would be different.” Sybil said with a sigh and then with a shake of her head she changed her mood. “We made the decision to stay positive and that’s what we intend to do.”
“I am hoping that things will work out Mom, he would make a delightful grandfather for the children,” Sophia said softly.
Her mother stared at her with wide eyes. “Thank you for saying that.”
“You are welcome,” Sophia told her with a smile.
Chapter 9
Jeremy stared down at the squalling red faced baby in his arms and fell in love. He examined the wheat blonde hair, the tiny nose and the large blue eyes of his son and felt something move inside him. He actually felt love for the first time in his life and he knew his son was going to be the most important thing in his life. His wife was disposable and he could barely tolerate her, thinking that she was dimmest and densest woman he had ever met with no independent thought of her own. But she had produced his son and he could live with her. His father in law had gone out of the country on business and he was glad for that, feeling uncomfortable when the man was around. He had already called and reminded them that the baby was to have his name. So he was named Jeremy Merrick Matthews. It was a wonder the old bastard had not insisted on the child getting his last name. He had already set up a substantial trust for the child that he would be controlling. He passed the baby to the nurse reluctantly and looked at his wife who was already nodding off after sixteen hours of labor.
“Why don’t we go home and come back later honey?” Lauren Copeland, his mother in law suggested. Jeremy gladly conceded. He kissed Sheila lightly on the cheek and went with the woman. It was almost dark out and instead of taking him home she took him to the sprawling house she lived with her husband. The household helpers had gone for the night and they were alone in the huge place.
“How about a drink to celebrate?” she asked him softly.
He shook his head no and taking her hand he led her into the bedroom she shared with her husband. Their affair had started surprisingly in Sheila’s six month of pregnancy. They had come over for dinner and Sheila said she wanted to lie down and her father had taken her home and told him to stay and enjoy the rest of the meal while he went into town.
Both he and Lauren had started talking and were sitting by the fireside enjoying glasses of wine when he had stood up and said he was going to be leaving. She had stood up with him and had made to move past him when she slipped and almost fell. He had steadied her and she had turned to him, her blue eyes meeting his, the message clear. He had been horrified at first and then he had pulled her into his arms hungrily, meeting her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck returning his kisses with such ardor that it had him weak.
She was smaller and more compact than her daughter and had long blonde hair that she had piled on top of her head. They had gone into one of the bedrooms and he had undressed her hurriedly and entered her warmth, sighing with pleasure as she closed around him. She had been hungry and grasping, sinking her nails into his shoulders and latching onto his lips as she moved her wide hips rapidly against him. She knew what she was doing and he had found himself flushed with passion and wanting more of her. She had pushed him off her and gone down on him, her red lips sucking him inside her mouth with an expertise that had had him calling out her name and begging her not to stop. He had flooded her mouth with his come, grabbing her hair and thrusting inside her as his body lost control.
She had stood and climbed on top of the bed onto her knees and had used her long red nails to pull her vagina open for him to enter and he had thrust into her feverishly as she moved against him. Afterwards he had latched onto her large nipples and fingered her desperately until she came over his fingers.
Afterwards they had talked and she had told him that Merrick had stopped having sex with her two years ago now because he much preferred hookers and she had had to stay home and keep her legs closed. “He does not tolerate anyone making a fool of him,” she had said grimly. “It’s always Merrick’s way.”
“We should not do this again,” Jeremy had said fearfully.
“We have to be careful but I am not stopping and I know my daughter is not giving you any,” she had told him spitefully. She fell back on the bed and opened her legs, indicating that he should come between them. “I want you eating me right now.” He had thrust his tongue inside her and she had pushed his head down on her almost suffocating him as he sucked at her enthusiastically.
“Spend the night,” she told him softly as she undressed.
“What if Merrick comes home?” he asked her as he thrust his fingers inside her rapidly, watching her eyes turn over in pleasure. They had been taking a lot of risks being together. He remembered one day she had called him from work and told him to come over. Merrick had gone out of town and she had dismissed the helpers for the day. She had met him at the door completely naked and had gone down on her hands and knees on the floor. He had entered her quickly from behind and had thrust inside her until he was spent and panting like a dog.
He had gone from thinking about Sophia to constantly thinking about Lauren and they found ways to spend as much time together. He was beginning to fall in love with her and had sneaked out of the house one night when Merrick had gone away to spend half the night with her. They had made love for the entire time that night and she had followed him to the path leading back to the house and had taken him inside her mouth, not stopping until he had flooded her mouth with his come.
“He won’t,” she reached for his erection. She had been existing and had told herself that he was her daughter’s husband and if her husband found out they were both dead but she could not stay away from him. “I want you beside me.”
He took her lips with his and kissed her deeply, reaching between them and rubbing her mound hard and feeling her body shudder against his. “I am not leaving,” he dragged his mouth from hers and pushed her back against the bed climbing on the bed and taking her nipples inside his mouth sucking on it furiously. He entered her and she wrapped her legs around his waist and moved against him urgently, her moans penetrating the dark room.
*****
Marcus knew he was in deep trouble when he got the call to come into Christopher’s office. He had been dreading this moment for weeks and was surprised that it had not come sooner and the anticipation had been slowly killing him. Amanda had reassured him that it would turn out okay but he had laughed harshly and told her he knew it would not. She was just saying that.
Tiffany nodded her immaculate head indicating that he was free to go in. “Sit,” Christopher told him, his expression unreadable. He was looking at something on his lap top and Marcus just sat there fidgeting, his skin sticky with sweat.
“Relax,” Christopher told him, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in, his eyes taking in the man’s discomfort. “I am seeing some discrepancies in the accounts.”
“I can explain,” Marcus said hastily wondering what he was going to say.
“Go ahead I am interested to know how you are going to explain away a quarter of a million dollars.”
Marcus slumped back in the chair, every fiber of his being melting with defeat.
“I had you checked out and I have found some very disappointing things about you Marcus. I really thought you were happy here.” Christopher continued.
“I was – I am,” Marcus stuttered. He felt like crying and he just wanted to go somewhere and bury his head somewhere.
“So why
?”
“I am in over my head,” his hands were shaking badly and he had to clasp them together to get some semblance of control. “I thought I could win back the money and no one would be the wiser but I kept losing and now I am in over my head and I have no idea what to do.” To his horror he started crying.
Christopher let him cry and when he was finished he passed him a napkin which he took with shaky fingers. “How long do I have?” he asked quietly, resigned to his face.
“My wife has a soft spot for people in trouble,” Christopher said smiling faintly. “She has actually saved your skin and come up with a solution. I am going to be paying off your debts and you are going to be paying me back monthly. You are also going to go to counseling and if you miss even a minute, I am going to make sure you go to jail for embezzlement of company funds. You are a bright young man and I find it hard to believe that you are so stupid.”
Marcus stared at the man in front of him in amazement. He was not going to jail? And it sounded like he was not going to be losing his job? How could this be?
“I am keeping my job?” he whispered.
“You are keeping your job on a trial basis because as my darling wife puts it how are you going to pay me back when you are in jail?” Christopher actually smiled. “She is such a smart woman.”
Marcus nodded and could not believe that this was the same hard ass man he knew before. When he spoke about his wife it was like a glow came over his face and he was not his usual bitingly cold self.
“I don’t know what to say,” he muttered, feeling the relief coursing through his weak body. Wait until he told Amanda. She was in the office now shivering in fright and waiting to hear what was going to happen to him and her.
“You can tell Sophia thanks for saving your skin and do not let her regret doing so,” Christopher told him mildly. He had been furious when he discovered the discrepancy and had wanted to throw the idiot in jail as soon as he had sorted it out but he had spoken to Sophia about it and she had told him calmly to think about it logically and realize that Marcus was calling out for help. She had also spoken to Amanda and the woman had tearfully told her that she had fallen in love with Marcus and he was in so much trouble.
“Thank you Christopher,” he said humbly and stood up. “It will never happen again.”
“Of course it won’t” Christopher said silkily. “You may go.”
Christopher watched him shuffle out and saw his shoulders straightened as if he had gotten a new lease on life which he had gotten.
“So how was it?” his wife asked as soon as he answered the phone.
“You stayed inside your office and knew I had finished talking to him?” he asked her dryly.
“I asked Tiffany if the meeting with Marcus was finished and she told me. So how was it?” she asked him calmly.
“He is very grateful to you for giving him another chance.” He told her wryly.
“Of course he is.” She said with satisfaction. “He is no longer hopeless.”
“Are you going to be making all my decisions from now on?” he asked her mildly.
“Do you want me to?” she countered.
“I will let you know.” He told her with a laugh impressed by her and her ability to bring out the best in him.
“Good,” she said briskly. “I love you baby.”
“I love you too,” he whispered huskily, his body tightening with need.
“When we get home later I am going to rub some baby oil on your penis and run my tongue over the full length of it and linger on the tip of it.” She told him, shattering his self control and turning him into jelly.
“Sophia,” he groaned, his erection becoming very painful.
“Then I am going to suck you inside my mouth and see how far I can take you in considering the length of you.” She continued further destroying him. “Then I want you to come at the back of my throat until I gag with your liquid.”
He could not answer her and had to release his painful erection, leaning back against the desk. He was shuddering and his body felt flushed.
“Hurry up and finish for today,” she told him softly before hanging up leaving him shivering in the passion of her words. He laughed shakily and closed his eyes trying to control his breathing. That woman was going to be the death of him.
*****
Matthew rested his head wearily against Sybil's, breathing through his mouth. She held him and remained silent waiting until he was recovered enough to talk. He had been to visit her and had discovered that she was getting worse. He had spoken to the doctors and had been told that the medication was not helping her much and her periods of lucidity were getting fewer as the days went by. He had discovered her drugged out and staring at the walls. She had lost some weight because she was not eating and she looked thin and haggard, her cheeks sunken. He had sat there staring at her and willing her to just turn around and talk to him. But she had not said anything and he had just sat there until he left.
He had come straight to her at her home not caring if he was seen and besides her neighbors had already turned in for the night. He had gone straight into her arms and she had been holding him. He lifted his head and looked at her beautiful face and wondered what would have happened to him if he had not met her. “She is getting worse,” he told her sadly. “I think she has given up my love,” he cradled her jaw and caressed her cheekbone. “She no longer knows it is me and I am not sure she knows I am even there.”
“”You have to continue being there for her Matthew,” Sybil held onto his hand and looked at him. “Even if she does not know you are there, you have to be there for her.”
“I am so happy I met you Syb,” he told her pulling her into his arms. “You are my light in a very dark world.” She had started cooking for him because he had started eating a lot of take outs when he remembered to eat at all.
“I have prepared something for you,” she told him softly determined to shake him out of the funk he was in. he followed her into the cozy kitchen and watched as she went about slicing vegetables for a salad. There was pasta simmering on the stove and the sauce smelled delicious and there was also bread cooling on the counter.
“I am starving.” He said with a laugh. “What can I do?”
“There is wine in the fridge, open it and pour us some,” she smiled as she watched his face became lighter.
“You make my days,” he came over and kissed her softly on the cheek.
*****
“We have something to celebrate,” Marcus was almost euphoric with relief and he felt like dancing. He had gone home and Amanda had come as well and he had opened a bottle of white wine and had ordered pizza. “Sophia is an angel and her husband thinks she has wings.”
“I know,” Amanda said with a smile happy that he was looking so much better. She had cried to Sophia and the girl had listened to her sympathetically and had promised to see what she could do. “I hope you never go through that again,” she added a warning in her tone.
“Never!” he said with a laugh, grabbing her hand and twirling her around the floor.
“Marcus!” she squealed as she bumped against him.
“I have you to thank for being there for me and I will never forget it.” He told her huskily as he wrapped his arms around her.
“You had better not,” she warned him putting her arms around his neck. He dipped his head and took her lips with his, kissing her tenderly. If it was not for her he shuddered to think what would have happened to him.
*****
Christine was refusing to go to bed. “I want more story daddy,” she said with a pout. She was freshly scrubbed and in her pajamas and her father had read her two stories but she wanted more. “Honey it’s way past your bedtime and your mommy is going to have my head if you do not go to sleep.”
“Want chocolate milk then?” she said stubbornly, pursing her lips. He had told Sophia to go and lie down while he put her to bed but for some reason she was not cooperating tonight and his charm
did not seem to be working on her. The two women in his life had a habit of twisting him around their little fingers because they knew they could.
“You already had your chocolate milk,” Christopher told her trying to be firm.
“She knows that you spoil her Christopher,” Sophia’s amused voice said in the doorway.
He looked up at her leaning there, the light throwing shadows on her pale green silk nightgown and her generous breasts outlined against the lace. “Now mommy knows my secret.” He told the little girl, his eyes still on her.
“It’s bedtime sweetie, daddy has to get to work tomorrow and you have to get to sleep.” She told her daughter firmly walking into the room. Christine pouted for a little bit and then she acquiesced, pulling the sheets over her.
“Okay mommy,” she said obediently and looked at her father. “I love you daddy.”
He bent and kissed her goodnight and taking his wife’s hand he led her from the room, turning out the lights and closing the door halfway.
“I am going to have to get a hang of the parent thing for when our next child comes along.” He murmured as he pulled her close to him as soon as they entered their room.
“You are already a terrific dad,” she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. “And a dynamite husband.” She added. She pulled his head down and took his lips with hers. He responded by pulling her closer to him and deepening the kiss, his tongue meeting hers.
He lifted her and carried her to the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked her softly, his hands cupping her belly.
“I am feeling okay now and ready for you to enter me and fill me up.” She lifted her hand and placed it against his jaw. “I need you.”
“I need you more,” he whispered. He reached forward and cupped her breast, rubbing the nipple and sending tremors through her body.
“So have me,” she moved her body against his and he climbed on top of her releasing his swollen erection, entering her in one swift movement, their bodies fused together.
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