“Woah. Wait. What kiss? What are you talking about?”
I hesitate, caught off guard by the bemused look on her face. “New Years Eve. It was right after you started working for me. You were nervous and you had a little too much to drink. So I took you down to my office because some guy was hitting on you. You kissed me at midnight.” I have to speak slowly, giving Zoe a chance to let the words sink in.
And just like that, the look of confusion changes to one of shock. The color almost drains from her face and she brings a hand to cover her mouth. “Oh my god. Oh my god, I did, didn’t I?”
Now I’m the one shocked, sitting bolt upright. “You don’t remember?!”
“No!” She squeals, before burying her face in her hands. “Oh my god, oh my god, I can’t believe I did that. I… I remember going down to your office, and I assumed I must have just passed out on your couch. I kissed you?!” She turns her face up to look at me, apparently still struggling to take it all in.
“Yeah. It came as quite a surprise to me too. But when you didn’t mention it the next day, I didn’t want to say anything. I thought you were embarrassed. I thought you wanted to forget the whole thing. And you were such a good secretary and a good friend, I didn’t want to lose you. So I just…”
“You kissed me back.” She says softly, the realization washing over her.
“Zo…” I smile softly, “Of course I did. I’m crazy about you. Always have been.”
She falls into me, straddling my lap as the sheet falls away, kissing me as my arms happily wrap around her body.
There are no words this time. No desperate gasps or pleas. My aching cocks finds her warm, wet entrance with ease, slipping deep inside of her as I press her hips down into my lap. Zoe holds onto me with her head buried in the crook of my neck, her gentle moans muffled.
She’s still so wet from last night, that when I thrust my hips up into her, there’s no resistance at all. I can feel her wetness against her lap, and I know she needs it too, grinding her hips back and forth as she pants against my neck.
I worry she might still be sore from last night, but those thoughts are quickly shoved from my mind when she cries out, her orgasm building, building before it takes over her, and the softness of her pussy has me losing all control.
Digging my fingers into her waist, I hold Zoe down on my dick as she vibrates with pleasure. I have an iron–like grip on her, watching her thighs tremble, every inch of my huge cock buried inside her and coming so hard that I can already feel myself leaking out of her.
10
Zoe
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Neither of us speaks for several minutes. Blake cradles me in his arms, our naked bodies laid bare for each other, with his cock still inside of me. “I love you,” I breathe into his neck, the words escaping me, my mind too spent to put up a fight.
He pulls me back off him, his hands cupping my face, his eyes examining my sweaty body. “Looks like I’m winning that bet then.”
Hurt and anger flash across my face for a second before he erupts into laughter, and I begin hammering my fists against his chest. “You asshole! I’m going to fucking kill you, you asshole!”
“I love you too! I love you too!” He calls out, a sign of surrender. He pulls me down from where I’m beating his face with a pillow, the laughter leaving me breathless. He rolls on top of me, taking a deep breath as he brushes the hair off my face. Only he could make me laugh at a moment like this. “I love you, Zoe.”
I pull him in to kiss me with tears in my eyes. It might have taken five years and the prospect of a fake date, but we finally made it. All the nerves, all the second–guessing and the self–doubt, it’s all washed away when his arms wrap around me, our naked bodies connecting so naturally.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear from him. Those three little words. And they were worth the waist.
Friday Night
Blake
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I can see a familiar figure standing at Zoe’s doorstep when I pull up outside. I know there’s no way she would have forgotten about tonight – it’s my chance to finally show her off.
She’s stood there in the dress she picked out, dressed to kill and looking better than ever. The figure that turns to greet me at the door though is Samantha, one of our graphic designers at the magazine.
“So, you couldn’t get a date tonight, so you thought you’d steal mine,” she says, shaking her head and tutting. Zoe bites down on her lip as I lean past Sam to grab a kiss. Nothing is keeping me from my girl.
“I told her,” she says nervously, before turning back to Sam. “I’m so sorry. I am. I completely forgot about the speed–dating thing. We just kind of…” She looks to me with a dreamy, lovelorn expression before Sam interrupts.
“Ew, okay, no. Don’t need to know the details.” She slips herself from between us as I pull Zoe in for another kiss. “You know – hats off to you. I didn’t know you had it in you Blake. Take care of her, won’t you?”
I nod, and Zoe waves Sam off before I turn back to her, clapping my hands together. “So, ready to go pretend you’re in love with me?”
She bites down on her lip, stepping out of the doorway and closing it behind her. “As if I need to pretend.”
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This time, when Eric and Jessa come to join us at the table, it’s Zoe and I who have to be practically pulled apart. There’s nothing but love on our faces, with Zoe practically in my lap as we torment each other with the temptation of another night together.
“Well, would you look at that. Aren’t you..” Eric begins before I stand to introduce Zoe.
“My secretary, yeah. Turns out she’s had a crush on me for like, 12 years. I had to give in, she just wouldn’t quit.” Zoe lightly slaps me on the arm as everyone greets one another, and I place my hand back on her knee the moment we sit down.
There’s not a doubt in Eric’s mind that our love is real. Though he’s only slightly annoyed at losing our bet, I can tell he’s happy for me too. We talk like old friends do, and I embarrass Zoe wit the story of her drunken kiss – something I’m going to enjoy doing at every opportunity. Because seeing her smile and blush always fills me with so much happiness, there’s no one else I’d rather spend my life teasing and tormenting.
And I intend to prove it to her, tonight, with the ring in my pocket. We’ve already wasted five years – I don’t intend to waste a minute more.
One Year Later
Zoe
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“Baby, I’m close. I’m close…” I moan, riding my husband’s lap, his arousal unaffected by me being heavily pregnant.
“Come for me, then, Come for daddy…” He groans, lost in the heat of the moment, though I know he’s said that on purpose. He says it every time we have sex now, never wanting to miss an opportunity to make me laugh.
But fuck it, his dick feels too good. I throw my head back, grinding down on him as it takes hold. We never did bother with condoms, so we were both a little surprised to only fall pregnant a couple of months before the wedding. Thankfully, my dress didn’t need altering – much.
I quickly swapped out my slacks for dresses and got used to a life of being spoiled by Blake. He gave me the confidence to show myself off, to dress how I’d always wanted to dress, but never quite knew how. Not that he always liked me dressing to show off – though he’d never admit it, I saw the possessive looks he gave me when we were in public, the way he held my hand and always kept me close.
And I loved it. I loved being wanted by him, getting to spend our time both in and out of work simply all over each other. We didn’t need to hide our feelings or hold back anymore – we belonged to each other, forever.
When I roll off beside him, he leans over to plant kisses on my belly. “God, she kicks so hard when you do that,” I chuckle, still a little out of breath.
“Just like her momma then.” He leans up to kiss my lips, before settling back against his pillow, while I struggle to get comfortable
with mine.
“Ugh, why does pregnancy have to be so uncomfortable?” I groan, shuffling and wriggling.
“You don’t seem to mind so much when you’re riding my dick,” he teases, not taking his eyes off his phone.
“Well, it’s the huge dick that I enjoy, not the vigorous thrusting and riding.”
Life was like that for us. One of us always had a joke to make, a comeback prepared to pester the other with. Though they weren’t always exactly child–friendly, I did not doubt that Blake was going to be an amazing father.
He was an amazing husband too. They say you should become friends before you date someone, but we were best friends, and there’s something so special about getting to say ‘I do’ with the person who can make you laugh just as easily as they make you come.
I looked over to him, wondering if we might have more after this. No doubt it would be a surprise if we did. We weren’t exactly used to making plans or doing things by the book. We had the love that we shared, and what could be better than that?
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