by King, Sadie
I lean back on the couch and take a deep breath. “I was fired from my last job.”
Joe’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Why, what happened?”
“I found out there was fraud going on in the company. One of the directors was fudging the books.”
“No way.”
“Yeah, I thought he was embezzling money, so I went to the CEO. He listened politely and then fired me.”
“He was caught up in it?”
I nod. “They all were. Fudging the books to avoid taxes and skimming a bit off the top for themselves.”
“And you lost your job because of it?”
“I got myself a good lawyer and went to the papers.”
“You were a whistle-blower?”
“Yeah. You could call it that.”
“What happened?”
“There was a police investigation and a lengthy trial. The CEO and three of the directors were charged with fraud.”
He lets out a long whistle.
“That must have been hard.”
I nod. “It was. It was a local family run company, and people saw me as the woman who took it down. I was trolled on social media. I had death threats, rape threats, all kinds of nasty things said about me.”
He clenches his fist. “That’s fucking horrible.”
“Yeah, it was. I still feel shaky about it. Like I’m not safe, like I always have to be looking over my shoulder.”
“But you did the right thing.”
“I know. But some people don’t see it that way.”
“What happened to the people who were convicted?”
“They were all sentenced. Minimum four years.”
He puts an arm around me. “They’re locked up. They can’t get you now. And as long as I’m around, you’ll always be safe.”
I lean into his shoulder, and for the first time in a long time I feel like he might actually be right. I might actually be safe.
7
Joe
I wake up on Saturday on a strange couch with a sore back. After all that Madison went through last night, I wasn’t going to leave her alone.
It was hard work to stay on the couch knowing she was just in the next room, but she already had one sleaze-ball to deal with. I wasn’t going to hit on her too.
I get off the couch and go into the kitchen looking for coffee. I find some good quality beans and a coffee maker. I’m getting a brew on when she comes into the kitchen. She’s wearing a fluffy bathrobe and pink slippers, and she looks fucking adorable.
“I thought I smelt coffee.”
“Nectar of the gods.”
I pour the coffee and hand her a mug. She cradles it as she leans on the door frame.
“Thanks for saving me from Martin.”
“No problem. It felt good actually. That asshole had it coming.”
“I’m sorry you lost your job. What will you do?”
I shrug. “I know I should feel bad or worried, but the truth is I feel this sense of freedom, like anything is possible.”
She smiles, and it’s all I can do not to grab her and kiss her. “I’ve been thinking about what you said, and I might start my own business.”
Her face lights up. “That’s a brilliant idea.”
“I’ve got a bunch of designs already. I could make bespoke furniture.”
“Joe, that’s brilliant.”
“I’ll need to learn the business side of things. But there’s probably an online course I can do.”
“Or I can help.”
I frown. “Won’t you be leaving?”
“Why would I leave?”
“After what happened last night?”
“I’m not going to let one sleazy CEO drive me out of my job. No way; I’m sticking around. In fact, HR is going to be pretty interested in why you hit him, and I’m sure there are a lot of other women in the office who might have something to say.”
“You know he’s the owner’s son, right?”
“Then it’s time the owner knew what his son is getting up to. Times are changing. We don’t have to put up with that kind of crap anymore.”
“So you’re going to stick around?” My heart is beating hard, and I get the feeling that the rest of my life could depend on her answer.
She takes a sip of coffee and nods. “Yeah. Looks like I am.”
I reach out and take the mug from her hands and put it on the counter.
“What you told me last night,” I say. “I meant what I said. I’ll always keep you safe.”
She smiles. “I already feel safe with you.”
I take her face in my hands. “Is it okay if I kiss you?”
Her smile tells me everything I need to know. Her lips are soft and wet, and she opens her mouth for me. I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste of her coffee kiss.
I move my hand down and wrap it around her waist so I’m holding her in my arms. Her soft curves press against my body, causing the blood to rush to my dick.
“Follow me.” She takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom. It’s dark and warm, and there’s a feminine scent which gets my senses tingling.
I sit on the edge of the bed, and she stands between my legs. Her hands undo the bathrobe so it falls open, revealing a silk nightie with lace trim.
I raise my eyebrows. “I’ve been imagining what you wear to bed ever since that first night in the hotel.”
“Well, now you know.”
The bathrobe drops to the floor, and I run my hands over the silky fabric and around her back. The feel of her curves under the sleek fabric is driving me crazy. My hands rest on her round ass, and I pull her toward me until her mouth meets mine.
Her lips part, and I kiss her hard and urgent. She pushes me backwards and climbs up onto the bed so she’s straddling me.
I lie back and look up at this vision above me. “You’re beautiful.”
She smiles and runs a hand under my t-shirt. The touch of her bare hand on my skin sends waves of heat running through me. I help her peel the t-shirt over my head.
When I try to sit up, she pushes me back onto the bed.
“Uh-uh.” She shakes her head. “You stay right there.”
I do what I’m told, enjoying watching this curvy goddess on top of me. As she leans in her breasts swing under the nightie, and I get a glimpse of her soft flesh.
She sees me looking and runs a hand over her breasts, pressing the fabric to them so I see her hard nipples. I groan as I watch her touch herself.
She lifts her nightie and pulls it over her head. I can’t resist any longer. I pull myself up and take her tits in my hands and press my mouth to her warms skin.
She moans as I find a nipple, teasing it with my tongue. I lick and suck as she moans into my ear. My dick is aching to get out, and she must feel it pressed against her because her hand slides around to undo my belt buckle.
She gets the fly open and pulls my dick out. It’s rock hard and she takes it expertly between her hands, sliding me between her warm palms.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”
She gives me a mischievous smile and slips down off the bed.
“Hey, where are you going?”
She’s kneeling before me, and instead of answering she opens her mouth and slides my cock between her lips.
Shock waves jerk through my body as she flicks my tip with her tongue. Her hands slide up and down as she sucks me in with her mouth. She slides a hand around to cup my balls, rolling them along her palm as she slides her hot mouth up and down my shaft.
I lean up on my elbows so I can watch her pink mouth wrap around my cock. Her tits are bouncing up and down as she moves down my shaft.
“Fuck, Madison, I’m not gonna last.”
She picks up the pace and my dick explodes in her mouth, shooting hot cum straight down her throat.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan as my body spasms.
She sucks every last drop out of me, and I flop back onto the bed. She climbs up next to
me looking pleased with herself. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close.
“That was amazing.” I kiss her deeply, tasting my salty cum on her lips. Her breasts press into my chest, and my dick twitches. I move my hand around her waist, stroking her soft skin. My lips move down to her nipples, and as they harden my dick hardens with them.
“I can go again if you want.”
She smiles. “The perks of a younger man.”
“Does it bother you, the age difference?”
She looks at me in silence for a while. “Not in itself. But I’m thirty-four. There are things I want out of life that you may not be ready for.”
She’s got a stray piece of hair falling over her face, and I tuck it behind her ear. “If you mean kids and marriage, I’m ready for those things if they’re with you.”
“You sure?”
I laugh, because what she doesn’t know is that I’ve been thinking about my future with her since that first night at the hotel.
“I’ve never been surer about anything. In fact, let’s get started right now.”
I slide my hand up her thigh to her warm pussy. She gasps as I touch it.
“I want to put a baby in you right now. Then you’ll be mine forever.”
She leans back as I stroke the damp fabric of her panties. I pull them off and kneel over her, my cock standing to attention.
“I’m going to fuck you with no condom, and I hope you get pregnant.”
“I want that too.” She opens her thighs for me, and my dick hones in on her pink folds. I push in a little, letting my tip sit in her opening as I rub her clit with my fingers.
She runs her hands over her breasts and takes a nipple between her fingers. Watching her play with her tits makes me lose all self-control. I thrust into her, and she cries out. Her pussy is tight and hot, and I slide in and out, unable to slow my pace.
I feel her pussy clenching as her climax builds and it sends my dick into a fucking frenzy, thrusting in and out of her hot pussy.
I push deep and she cries out as her pussy contracts around me, sucking in my dick as I explode deep inside her. For a moment we’re joined together in out pleasure, our bodies pressed together.
When the trembling stops, I lay down next to her and we hold each other. She rests her head on my chest as my heartbeat slows.
My body and my heart feel at peace. I don’t know what my future holds, but with this woman by my side, I know it will be wonderful.
Epilogue
Six years later…
Joe
I brush the last touch of varnish onto the wood and step back to check my work. I run a critical eye over the coffee table that’s on the workbench in front of me.
It’s a wedding present commissioned by one of my best clients, and I want it to be perfect.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m an airplane.” My eldest son comes tearing into the workroom, his arms outstretched.
I grab him as he rushes past just in time to stop him from crashing into the still sticky table.
“Airplanes aren’t allowed in the workroom.”
His face falls into a childish pout. I scoop him up and hold him above my head. “They’re much better off flying outside.”
He laughs as I carry him outside and run around the backyard with him over my head.
His brother comes toddling out of the house wanting to join in the game. I pick him up too and swing them both around as they giggle.
“Be careful,” says Madison from the doorway.
I place the boys down carefully and they run off, the younger one chasing his brother on unsteady legs.
“How are my girls?” I ask, rubbing her round belly. There’s a movement under my hand. “It’s as if she heard me.”
“You probably woke her up,” says Madison with a smile.
“I’ve finished the table,” I say, indicating the work shed.
“Good.” She snaps into business mode straight away. “I’ll get the photos done tomorrow morning, and we can ship it off in the afternoon. They’ll be happy to get it a few days early.”
It was hard at first getting the business going. I opened an online shop making bespoke furniture from reclaimed wood. Madison helped me get set up while I designed the pieces.
It was slow at first, but we kept at it, and slowly we started to build a client base. Things changed when Madison managed to get us some magazine features. A Hollywood celebrity saw us and commissioned us to design their dining room table and chairs. Word of mouth spread in the celebrity world, and the phone hasn’t stopped ringing since.
I’ve got an apprentice that helps in the workshop. And Madison left her job to work with me full time.
It’s a proper family business now. She runs the business side and does all the marketing, which leaves me time to create. I’m already teaching my eldest son how to carve wood, although there’s not much a five-year-old can do.
I’ve still got my hand on her belly; I never get tired of feeling the baby kicking. I run my hand up to her swollen breasts, and she gasps as she leans against the door frame.
At that moment our two sons come running past and into the house. I give Madison a rueful smile and take my hand away.
“How about we get those two to bed early tonight?”
“Great idea,” she says with a mischievous look.
“I want to spend some time with my wife before the next one makes an appearance.”
She looks at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall. “Boys, it’s time for your bath.”
I smile as she goes into the house to round them up. I grab a beer out of the fridge and sit for a moment looking out into the backyard. I’ve got my workshop, my beautiful wife, and my growing family. I couldn’t feel more blessed.
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