by Kaci Rose
"Oh god, I want to wake up that way every morning." I moan.
"That can be arranged," he smirks, giving me a light kiss. He whispers against my lips, "move in with me."
I shake my head, "You don't know me, and you haven't thought this through."
"You’re wrong, my beautiful girl." I turn to look at him.
"I know your passion is in that book, and those two adorable little girls have your heart. I know you’re a hard worker and an amazing mother. You’re strong and independent. I know you would rather spend time and money on your girls then yourself. I know how your lips feel and I know what you taste like and I know the face you make when you completely let yourself go. I know how I feel about you and how much I care about you and those little girls who in such a short time have wormed their way into my heart. You may not say yes now, but I'm not going to stop asking."
I have tears in my eyes but shake my head at the thought of him wanting this so much he won't stop asking. It grips my heart and won’t let go, crumbing another part of my wall.
"Get up and come have breakfast with me before I go," he says.
We quietly make our way into the kitchen and I pull out what I need to make a couple of quick omelets with cheese, bacon, and onions. Once done, I set his plate in front of him and mine next to him.
"Mmm baby, this is good. God, my girl can cook."
Before I can think about it. "Your girl?" I ask.
He puts his fork down and wraps an arm around my waist. He pulls me to him. "Yes, my girl. You are my girl."
I smile, "I know but it’s the first I've heard you say it is all."
He pulls me on to his lap and wraps an arm around my waist. He then feeds me a bite of my omelet. He sets the fork down and pulls my tank top down. Running his thumb over the stiff peak of my nipple, he brings his mouth down to suck on it.
I barely swallow my food before a moan overtakes me. His hand moves down between my thighs, pulling my shorts to the side. He thrusts two fingers into me, and I arch my back thrusting my chest into his face.
He keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of me, using his thumb to stroke my clit. He releases my nipple with a pop and moves his mouth to my ear.
"Move in with me and we can start every morning like this. Multiple orgasms before the kids even get up."
"It's only been a few weeks, Owen."
"Feels like a lot longer, baby." He increases pressure on my clit.
"God, I want to just take you to work with me and place you on my desk with your pussy wide open so every time my dick gets hard I can thrust into you and fill you with my cum. I'd never get anything done, but having you there would be a dream."
His dirty words combined with the wicked things he's doing with his hand are enough to bring my climax crashing into me. His mouth covers mine swallowing my screams, as the waves of pleasure wash over me.
As I’m still jelly in his arms, he pulls his fingers out of pussy, but still lightly strokes my clit.
"Every night could be like last night, making dinner together, homework, and game time. When the girls fall asleep, we could fall into bed together. I'd make love to you until you passed out and wake you up with my mouth between your thighs every morning."
"Sounds like heaven," I sigh.
"Then say yes, move in with me, baby."
I shake my head, but before I can even get a word out, he answers me like he read my mind.
"Don't say it will be weird or it's wrong. Every relationship has this aspect of the guy paying for dinner and buying her gifts. Is he paying for sex? A couple moves in together is he paying for sex? And a wife stays home to raise kids while her husband works, is her husband paying for sex? Every relationship is different, every guy takes care of his girl in a different way. This is ours. Just think about it. Talk to Mia and your mom, okay?"
"Okay." I nod.
We finish breakfast, and he heads off to work. I get the girls up and ready and off to school and then come home and work on my book until it's time to pick the girls up. This is a routine I love, and I know it's possible because Owen wants to take care of me; it's hard to rely on someone else.
The girls and I get home, and there is a knock on the door. It's Owen with the stuff to make dinner. Our night is just like last night, helping with homework and dinner, games before bed, and an extra book when they beg.
Once the girls are asleep, we fall into bed and I pass out in his arms after multiple orgasms. He never pushes for sex and seems happy to keep things as they are, which puts a smile on my face as I fall asleep.
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It's eight am and I'm sitting at my desk trying to write my book and I can't concentrate. My mind is blank. I was woken up again today with Owen's face between my legs and more orgasms at breakfast. This is a routine I am quickly falling in love with.
I know what he’s doing though, he wants me to get used to it, so I’ll want to move in with him. He wants to show me how great living with him can be and I have to admit if it was just me, I'd have already moved in if it meant every morning being like today.
But I have the girls to think about, they are getting attached and what if this doesn't work out? Not only will I have a broken heart, but so will they and I will have to find a new job. It could put this financial security I’m building at risk.
Tonight, is our Friday night dinner and I haven't been able to write a single word. I need a change of scenery.
After getting dressed in a skirt, I pack up my computer and head out to my car. I drive downtown and park at one of the massive skyscraper buildings. Once in the lobby, I look at the directory to see where I need to go.
Finally, I find Owen's name just as a security guard comes up to me and asks if I need any help. I smile and thank him and tell him I found the floor I needed. I take the elevators and get off at Owen's floor.
Looking around, I spot an older lady sitting at a receptionist's desk. I ask where Owen's office is. She points me to the back-right corner. When I get there, his office door is closed and his secretary, a young male, is sitting at the desk slightly flustered.
I walk up to him and introduce myself.
"Hello, I'm Ellie," I say and stick my hand out to shake his. He looks at me a little confused, but then takes my hand.
"Hi, I'm Leo," he says.
I smile at him, "I'm here to see Owen."
He gives me another weird look before asking, "Do you have an appointment?"
"No, I don't," I say, and Leo gets a bit nervous.
"Oh, you don't want to see him today anyway, he's been cranky and snapping at everyone." He forces a small smile.
"I'll take my chances." I grin.
"No, he’ll fire me. I can't let you go in there." He goes to make a move to grab my wrist and I look at his hand.
"He won't fire you, but if you lay on a hand on me, I guarantee he will and not even I’ll be able to stop him."
I knock on the door and poor Leo stands there with wide eyes on the verge of tears.
Owen yells, "What part of leave me alone did you not understand?"
I look over at Leo and smile at him before I open the door and peek my head in.
"Well, none of it because you didn't say it to me."
Owen's head snaps up, and his face instantly softens. He stands up and smiles at me.
"What are you doing here?" He asks as he walks over and wraps his hands around my waist.
"First tell poor Leo here he isn't fired. I think he's about to have a nervous breakdown."
Owen looks over at Leo. "This is my Ellie, she can always have complete access to me. No appointment needed ever."
Leo's eyes go wide, and he smiles. "Yes, sir."
Owen pulls me into his office and closes the door behind us.
"Baby, is everything okay? Are the girls okay?"
I can't help but smile at this man. Thinking of the girls and worrying about them does something to a mom's heart.
"Yes, I just wasn't able to concentrate toda
y, and you said the other day you wanted me in your office, so I thought maybe I could write here today?"
"You’re welcome any time. I'd love for you to write here." He softly kisses me.
I notice his knuckles are red and starting to bruise. I take his hand and look at him.
"You said you didn't want to know the details," he says.
I shake my head and gently kiss each knuckle.
"Is this why you are in a cranky mood?"
His eyes go dark for just a moment before they soften.
"Thank you. Knowing you have my back means more to me then you’ll ever know." I lean in to kiss him soft and slow.
His phone rings causing us to pull apart. He looks back at his desk, then at me.
I pat his arm, "Go work, I'm going to sit on the couch here and write."
He nods and answers the phone. I sit down and start writing. I don't look up again until there is a knock at the door. I get up and open the door to find Leo with lunch. I set it on the coffee table and walk him back to the door.
Leo whispers to me, "You’re amazing. He has been in a mood like this before, but one look at you, he’s already been more productive this morning than he’s been in weeks!"
I smile going to his desk. I write my name and phone number on a sticky note.
"If he gets in a mood like that again, call me. I'm happy to come down here and help. Heck, if you need anything just call, okay?"
He nods and I head back into the office and close the door behind me. Owens gets off the phone and comes over to me and wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. When he pulls away, his eyes are dancing. He takes my hand and tugs me toward the couch.
Sitting down, Owen pulls me on to his lap.
"I like you being here," he says.
"I've gotten more writing done today than I have in the last week."
"See, we are better together.” He nuzzles my neck.
I laugh as he pulls out our lunches. He starts feeding me bites of a tasty steak salad.
"I figured we would have a light lunch since we have a dinner tonight," He says, and I nod agreeing with him.
I rest my head on his shoulder while he takes a few bites from his salad. We eat lunch, him still feeding me, as we talk about the gala tomorrow for some kind of cancer research. When we finish lunch, he pulls a few envelopes off his desk.
"I got invited to a few events all on the same night a few weeks from now." He hands me the invites. "I thought I'd let you pick which one we go to."
I smile and look through them. The first is a birthday party, but I guess it's a huge ball theme. It would be good for networking. The second one is a charity for the homeless and the last one is one for the military to help support wounded veterans.
I hand him the military one. "This one."
He smiles, "I had a feeling that's the one you would choose. I’ll RSVP for us."
I smile saying, "I’ll let you get back to work."
He gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, and I sit down to write some more until the alarm on my phone goes off. He looks up from his desk at me.
"Time to go pick up the girls," I say.
He stands up, "I'll walk you to your car. I want to make sure you’re on all the approved lists anyway.” My heart warms. This man really does want me in his space.
He introduces me to the receptionist on the floor and gives her the same instructions he did Leo that I am to have complete access to him. She gives me a warm smile and makes a note.
We get in the elevator and he pins me to the wall. His kisses are desperate and passionate, and I'm confused. It's almost like he's trying to tell me something from this kiss. He pulls back and his eyes are pleading, but I don't know for what. As the elevator comes to a stop, he pulls back and kisses my forehead before ushering me out of the elevator.
We are in the lobby and he walks to the security guard who asked me earlier if I needed help and introduces me and tells him the same thing as the receptionist. He smiles and makes a note as well.
He then walks me out to my car and holds my hand tight. I put my stuff in my car and he pulls me back to him and rests his forehead on mine and brings a hand up to my cheek. He runs his thumb along my cheekbone and then kisses me softly.
"See you soon baby," He says with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.
"What should I wear?" I ask him.
He looks me up and down and grins. "What you have on is perfect."
I smile and kiss him again and then go get my girls.
Chapter 10
Ellie
Mia helps me with my hair as the girls do their homework. I tell her about him asking me to move in and her eyes go wide.
"That is seriously the sweetest thing ever," she says. "And he's right every relationship the guy buys things, pays for things in the hope of getting laid. You two just have a more direct route of doing it. And he is not paying for sex and you know it. He's taking care of you so you can pursue your dream with this book and make sure the kids are taken care of."
She stops for a minute and I think about what she said.
"You would have to be blind to not see how much that man cares about you, Ellie. The way he looks at you is the way every girl wants to be looked at. Has he pushed you for sex?" She asks.
"Not once."
"See, he is a rare one. Most guys would have tried by now. I also know your lease is up for renewal next month, so this is good timing."
I might have rolled my eyes a bit because she continued.
"Let me appeal to your practical side. Think of the money you could be saving while you live there. You get your security deposit back from this place and you will have the money to get a new place and you know I can have you moved into someplace new in less than twenty-four hours, no notice needed."
I smile because she is a moving pro and I've seen it firsthand.
"Talk to your mom, I know you will," she says.
When she is done with my hair, I have about twenty minutes, so I call my mom while I touch up my makeup. I explain what Owen said and also what Mia said.
"It is really soon Ellie, but he has a good heart and wants to provide for you and the girls, I know that. He's shown you several times he cares about Allie and Becca and wants to take care of you. From what I can tell, he wants the family you come with." My mom says.
"But what if this is a passing amusement, and he gets bored playing dad?" I ask.
"First, I don't think that will happen. Second, if he does like Mia said, you’ll have money to move and we’ll make it happen."
"So, everyone thinks this is a good idea?" I sigh.
My parents are so not your typical parents. Most moms would tell you no way, it’s way too soon. Here’s my mom practically pushing me to do it.
"Seems that way," My mom says. I tell her I love her and get off the phone as I hear a knock on the door. I check myself in the mirror one more time and head out to the living room to find Owen.
Owen takes my hand and tells me I'm beautiful, but doesn't kiss me. I can tell something is wrong, that he has a wall up. We go to the car and that's when it hits me. It's a Friday night, a paid date, so he’s got a barrier up and I hate it.
I look out the car window and think about what everyone has said. All this is his way of providing for us. I've been doing it all myself. I have to admit it's nice that someone wants to take care of me, even if it’s hard to hand over the reins.
I could save money quickly living with him and get my book written too. If it didn't work out, then we get a new place. Worst case, there is always my parents’ house for a few weeks. It’s no big deal for me, but what about the girls?
I hate how unsettled that would make the girls, but I had no plans on renewing my lease anyway and had talked about moving already. They were on board because they’d get to decorate a new room.
But do I see this relationship with Owen working out? Do we have a future? I'm pretty sure I'm falling for him, but I don't know where he stands, ev
en less so with this wall back up. Can I risk my heart and my girl’s hearts if I don't know? I look out the window like the answers are out there.
"I've been thinking," I say and turn to look at him. He looks at me but says nothing.
"My lease is ending soon. I have three weeks before I have to renew it or give the landlord my thirty-day notice. If you let me think about it, I’ll give you my answer before then."
He nods and turns to look back out the window.
"That's not Friday night talk," he says, which for some reason angers me.
"What is Friday night talk?" I snap at him.
His head jerks to me and his expression is hard to read, but I see anger in his eyes.
"I'm trying to abide by your wishes, but you moving in? That means something to me, and it's not talk I want to be tarnished on a night where you feel, and I quote 'dirty'."
I feel like I have just been slapped. He's right, I said that. Just several days ago this is what I wanted, wasn't it? To have a wall up on our paid nights, it was me putting that wall up. But now after talking to my mom and Mia I felt different, and I hadn't even realized it.
Tonight felt just like another night to me, even though I knew it was a 'paid' date. I bite my tongue and continue to stare out the window not wanting him to see the hurt in my eyes.
Today at his office was perfect, and I thought we'd continue that flow tonight. This is such a change from the loving man I spent the day with.
Now I feel the fortress, the cold man keeping me at arm’s length. That wall is pressing against my chest and hurting my heart.
We pull up to a steakhouse that's more my style of eating and he's nothing short of a gentleman. He helps me from the car, holds my hand, opens the doors, and pulls out my chair.
From the outside, it doesn't look like anything has changed, but it feels like everything has changed. We order our food and drinks and then sit in silence. I can only take it for a few minutes before I try some conversation.
"Did something happen at work after I left?" Hoping that can explain the mood shift.
"No." Simple and cold.
I sigh, and the silence continues. I consider walking out and catching an Uber ride home or maybe going to the bathroom and calling Mia for some human interaction when our food comes.