“That’s my girl. You’re my best girl, aren’t you baby.” He kissed my mouth and then pulled away.
“You know I am.” I moved off the table and turned my back to him, the hem of my skirt slipping back down to cover me.
He raised it up and slapped my ass, and I leaned forward over the table and turned back to look at him as he stepped forward and pressed his cock against my tender, pulsing slit.
We’d had to be quiet for months with a little one in the house, and though my parents had offered to keep Sierra overnight a few times, she hadn’t wanted to stay with them but preferred her new room instead.
“I need it hard. Make me scream?” I wiggled my ass against him, pushing myself back on his cock. He gripped my ass and thrust hard and deep, slapping my ass as he pounded me, my breasts banging against the table, right at the head of the table where no other man would ever sit.
He kept at it, relentlessly pounding me through two more orgasms. He reached around and rubbed my clit, holding me tight against him as he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to fill you up so deep. Tell me you want it, baby.”
“I want it,” I cried out, the emotion and passion of the moment stealing my breath.
He thrust a few more times, crying out my name. Once he’d spilled inside of me, he kissed my shoulder and spun me around. “That was so hot I’m so glad we had time alone.”
I righted my clothes and felt like such a naughty girl when I saw my lipstick on the table where my mouth had been pressed to it. I’d leave it there hopefully for him to find the next time he held a meeting, along with the clear indication of my handprints.
“I’ve needed it. I love our daughter, but I need to be loud at times.”
“Maybe we’ll go away together soon, just the two of us.” He kissed me and took my arm, leading me out of the room and to the elevator.
“I’d like that, but for now I guess we should get to dinner. If you’re done here?” I smiled and straightened my lipstick in my reflection of the metal doors.
“I’m never done with you.” He winked.
We made it to Missy’s house on time, and I was surprised to see my parents had beaten us there with Sierra. “Mama! Daddy!” Sierra ran from the front steps and dove into her father’s arms. She was a daddy’s girl all the way, and I loved to watch the two of them together.
We went inside, and I was happy to see Greyson had accepted his invitation and Katrina was there as well, which was a little suspicious. “I thought you’d like to have your friends and family here for the special occasion.
“Of course. It was so sweet of Missy to host.” His sister had gone above and beyond, and with the renovations going on at our place, she’d agreed to have our friends and family at her house to make for one huge DeVant celebration.
Dinner was served an hour after our arrival, and though I tried to help Missy set the table, no one would let me lift a finger. “I feel like I should be doing something.”
“You are. You’re keeping me company.” David gave me a little smirk, and I had the sneaking suspicion that he was up to something.
After we were served, Sierra asked us all to say what we were thankful for.
Greyson, who’d recently gotten back from his paid vacation was thankful he’d had a little time off from holding David’s hand. Katrina, who’d finally left the diner to open up her own cafe, was thankful for the friendly investors. Blaine, who’d gone through a miraculous recovery from drugs and alcohol, was thankful to have a full year of sobriety under his belt and his sister and her family back in his life.
We went around the room, enjoying our dinner as we shared. I was thankful for my wonderful family, and being able to spend more time at home with Sierra since my boss was the most wonderful man in the world, and that’s when it was his turn, and he stood to his feet and cleared his throat.
“A year ago, I really ticked this beautiful lady off. I figured that this year, I better do something really nice and make it up to her.” The others laughed, and my mother patted my hand across Sierra who sat between us.
“So, I’d like to take this time, in front of our family and friends to ask her a very important question.” He paused and reached into his jacket pocket where he pulled out a small, Tiffany blue box. The ladies around the table all made a sound, and the men chuckled. “I let this one get away from me years ago. It was the biggest regret of my life. I knew that if I ever found her, I’d never let that happen again. Now, I’d planned on asking her several times, but it just never was the right time, and I don’t know if this is the right time or not either, but I just don’t think I could wait for a more special time than here today in front of all the people we care about.”
He turned to me and dropped to one knee. “Allison, you’re the only woman for me. I’ve loved you since you were a gangly girl with a Kool-Aid mustache and more elbows and knees than anyone should have. You’ve given me more in the last year than I ever thought I’d have. A daughter, a home, a family of my own. Would you do me the honor of being my wife and making me the happiest man alive?”
The room fell quiet as I wiped my tears and tried to catch my breath.
“Say yes, Mama,” Sierra whispered next to me.
The other’s laughed as I pressed myself against him, giving him my answer. “Yes!”
The room erupted with cheers and laughter and after another moment of congratulations and polishing off another glass of wine, we slipped out onto the heated patio, and he pulled me into his arms. “Are you happy?”
“Of course, I am. It took you long enough.” I kissed his mouth, letting my lips linger on his slow and languidly.
“Yeah, I know. It’s been a hell of a year, hasn’t it?”
“Yes. I hope things settle down next year. With work and everything.”
“They will.” He nodded across the room at Greyson who walked past the door with Katrina who seemed to have him locked into a deep conversation. “Careful what you wish for. I’ll be around a lot more.
“What do you mean?”
“I’m giving the CEO position to Greyson after the new year. I’ll stay on the board of course, and I’ll still have ownership, but it’s time to give him what my father never would. He’s earned it.”
“Does he know?” Looking across the room at Greyson, he seemed oblivious.
“Not a clue. I didn’t want anything to eclipse our proposal.” He kissed the tip of my nose and smiled. “You okay with calling me Mister Bigstuff even if I’m not in charge anymore?”
I laughed. “You’re always in charge with me.” I pressed my hips forward. “And you’re big enough that I’ll call you anything you want if you let me pet him.”
His turned to laugh. “Are you asking me that, woman? I’m yours forever, Allie. Touch, tug, take anything you want, baby. Anything.”
“I just want you.” I molded myself against his strong chest as my heart swelled with a love I knew wouldn’t quit.
“You got me. Forever.” He pulled me close, and we shared a tender kiss. The day was perfect with family and friends, and memories that we’d never forget.
One Year Later
Christmas Novella
Allison
The scent of David’s cologne filled my nose as he leaned over and kissed me awake. “I love you.”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m going to work.” He shrugged and looked at me like I was crazy. It was Wednesday after all, and going to work was something he’d done every day despite the fact that he’d been promising for weeks that he would step down and let Greyson take over.
“I get that, but why? I thought you were going to talk to Greyson on Monday?” He’d promised he was going to talk to him three Mondays ago, but it had never happened.
“It’s a little harder than I thought to let go, okay. Besides, we have some huge clients coming up for the Super Bowl. If I don’t get those ideas lined up, I’m scared I’ll be dumping too much in his lap.”
I sat up and
pulled the covers up over my breasts. “You’re always saying that he does the majority of the work and has held your hand each step of the way. I’m sure he can handle it.”
He let out a long sigh. “There are certain clients who want to deal with a DeVant directly. I can’t help it, baby, it’s just how it is. I think the summer might be a better time.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked down at me with an apologetic smile. “Don’t be like this. You’ll make me feel guilty for working.”
I let out a long breath and knew I didn’t want to do that. God forbid if the man was unhappy for a moment. “Okay. Fine. The summer.” I reached out, dropping the covers and exposing myself to him. “Come back to bed for a while?”
“Baby, I can’t. I’ll make it up to you later, though. How about we fool around later tonight. I’ll give you my entire evening.” He leaned in and kissed me hard on the mouth and as he pulled away, he cupped my breasts. “You look so beautiful and tempting.” He gave me a sexy growl and whispered against our kiss. “Tonight.” With that, he hurried away, and I was left knowing better than to believe him.
We’d been so busy with Sierra, renovating the house— while we were living in it, and between David’s job, my investing in Katrina’s dreams along with Greyson, who’d always wanted to own a fancy café, we didn’t have much time left for intimacy. Our sex life had been reduced to lazy ten-minute fucks before work, and those were always followed by a mad rush out the door if I could manage to wake up in time.
I pulled on a robe and walked downstairs and to the kitchen where the contractors had left their tools scattered about. I’d have to be dressed and have Sierra ready for school in another half hour, but first, I would enjoy a sip of coffee and look to see the quality of the work that was being done.
I’d hoped to have my home fixed before the holidays, but then when that didn’t happen, I’d begged by the end of the year. David was doing his best to rush them, but they were in no hurry, and money could only speed up so many processes for the job to be done right.
I was startled as someone came around the corner and bumped into me. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. DeVant.” Ethan, our handsome, young contractor was about an hour earlier than usual.
“It’s okay, Ethan. I wasn’t expecting you, is all.” I’d have put on a little more than a robe. Like maybe some panties at least and pants.
He scratched his short-cropped beard and looked down to the floor as if he knew I was nearly indecent. “Your husband greeted me outside and told me it was okay to come in.”
“Of course. Do what you need to do, don’t mind me.” I carried my coffee upstairs and went to get my shower so I could get Sierra ready for school and then myself ready for the day ahead.
Once I had Sierra to school, I drove back home and retreated to my room for another day alone going over designs for the café. I missed David and had enjoyed being his assistant. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to work, but David thought that with us living together, and with Sierra changing schools and the house undergoing such a change, I’d do better staying home. I had to agree, but I missed the sex and that little bit of time at the office had made me feel so much closer to him.
At home, I had to compete with my daughter, and though I didn’t want to be resentful of her, I was a bit jealous of the attention David gave her. He’d already developed a habit of falling asleep during story time, and I’d had many nights alone in the room after pulling a blanket over him and Sierra.
I’d thought with my parents next door, we’d have unlimited resources when it came to needing a night alone, but instead, Sierra preferred her own bed, and David wasn’t one to argue. He’d let her come home any time day or night. All she had to do to get her way was bat those little lashes, and her daddy would give her exactly what she wanted.
I understood that he’d missed out, but he’d also missed out on time with me for the past six years too, and I wanted some of his attention.
I felt a warmth of desire spread through me as I remembered the two of us on Thanksgiving Day. We’d stopped by the office, unbeknownst to me to get my engagement ring. That wasn’t all he’d decided to give me that day. He’d taken me right across the boardroom table and fucked me good and hard just like I’d wanted.
He’d been giving me plenty of affection, and that was sweet, but sometimes I wasn’t sure if he thought I was his little girl too. He’d gotten so gentle and protective it was like he’d forgotten how to be kinky and sexy with me.
We’d finally agreed, after a long reconsideration, that I’d go off my pills and that had been the first day we’d really tried to get me pregnant. I ached thinking of him, so powerful over me, his strong body pumping hard into me and his thick cock buried deep to fill me up. I felt my nipples grow hard, pebbling beneath my lacy bra. I brought my hand to my chest and was thinking about stealing a quick moment to relieve myself of the urges when Ethan walked into my doorway. “Mrs. DeVant?” I jerked my hand from my lap, and his eyes widened.
“It’s Ms. Beall actually.” I’d taken my maiden name back for the moment, and even Sierra had lost the name Simon when my ex was paid to leave us alone.
“Yes, Ma’am. I’m sorry, but I called up to you, and you didn’t answer.”
“It’s no bother. Can I help you?”
“Yes, Ma’am. We’re making another run for supplies, and your husband said you’d have a check ready.”
“Of course.”
“Oh, I guess he’s not your husband.” His eyes lingered on me a little longer than I felt comfortable and as I flushed, he smiled as if he liked having an effect on me.
I squared my shoulders. “He’s my husband in every sense of the word, save a license. I haven’t set a date for the wedding, but it’s happening.” I didn’t know why I felt the need to explain myself, but Ethan smiled and looked me up and down.
“He’s a lucky man.” He smiled and took the check, and I shook off the awkward feeling as he disappeared out the door and his footsteps sounded on the stairs.
I was just about to gather my wits when Katrina’s voice called from up the hall. “You better be decent in there, my friend.” She rounded the corner and stopped in the doorway.
“Who was that hot guy coming down the stairs?”
“Our contractor. He needed more money.”
“Wow, I’m surprised David leaves you alone with that guy.” She fanned herself and dropped her bag at the foot of my bed and climbed up to sit with me.
“You have seen David, haven’t you? I think I’ve done better than the contractor.” David was gorgeous with dark brown hair, smoldering blue eyes, and the sexiest body that he’d covered with tattoos in the military. He was incarnate, right down to his kinky nipple rings, and thick cock between his legs.
“Yeah, I’ve seen. I want your life, remember?” She let out a long sigh.
“You’ll get it soon enough with this new career path. I still can’t believe Greyson and I are involved. Dragging him on board was a win/win.”
“Yeah. He’s been really great, but he’s no help with the interior decorating part. I thought with his snazzy fashion sense he’d be a shoe-in for ideas, but that’s not the case.”
“Yeah, don’t let the crazy socks and fitted suits fool you. But you know who you should call; Blaine.”
“Blaine?” Her eyes lit with surprise. “Blaine as in Blaine DeVant?”
“The one and only. He’s an artist, and his work would look phenomenal in the café. I think it’s just the edgy, artsy style you’re going for. And it’s classy.” Blaine would also love the exposure. He’d really focused on art and turned his life around.
“That sounds great. I’ll give him a call.” She gave me a sideward glance. “Is he single by any chance? Straight?”
A laugh erupted from my chest. “He’s both.”
***
David
“I’d like something with a talking cat. Cats are huge, right? At least that’s what I’ve heard. Then if we could make something w
ild happen, like have some old guy playing the tuba and then shoot the cat off his roof with a rocket or something, that would be fucking lit, man.” Dax Scott had made his millions developing apps, and in his latest venture, he’d decided to go hard and heavy with a Super Bowl spot.
The kid was nineteen years old with more neck tattoos than neck and enough piercings to magnetize him to a wall, not that there was anything wrong with that. His hot pink mohawk had proven to be a distraction for Greyson who hadn’t stopped staring at it since we’d entered the boardroom an hour ago.
It was time for me to reason with him. “Might I recommend we come up with a few ideas, using some of your concepts and we’ll see what works best.” I tapped my pen on the desk and wished like hell the meeting would end.
Greyson cleared his throat. “Yeah, right now I think we’re working with a bit too much. The everything and the kitchen sink approach went out a few years ago, and now we’re finding it’s best to keep it simple. We can still do the crazy outrageous in your face, but focusing on one punchline instead of thirty will make a bigger impact.”
“Considering you’re working with one of the shorter spots, I’d agree with Greyson.”
Dax grimaced. “I want a cat, and the old man, and some explosions. Make it happen.” The guy flashed his smile which spelled out DAX across his gold front teeth.
After saying our goodbyes, the kid and his posse left the boardroom. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.
Greyson leaned back in his chair. “Can you believe that guy? He’s got more money than sense, that one.”
“I’m sure someone has said that about me at least once, so I’ll keep my opinions to myself, but having said that, I totally agree.”
Greyson’s laugh stopped abruptly, and I looked over to see him staring at the table in front of him at a strange angle. “Is that a lip print? Hands?” He tilted his head as my eyes widened knowing exactly what he was seeing.
I leaned back, seeing the clear indication of my wife’s handprints where I’d had her tits down on the boardroom table. There were ass prints on the edge and her lipstick where she’d been face down.
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