by Regina Wade
“So what’s the bottom line?” I ask
“She’ll be expelled if she remains in your employ. I’m sorry.”
“One moment, Dean. The President of Uruguay is calling. Something about his palace again.”
I mute the call and give Brook my biggest smile. She returns it shakily.
“Alright. There are three ways out of this. Do you see them?”
She scrunches up her nose, looking thoughtful.
God, she’s cute.
“Well, I could just give the Dean a big middle finger? I don’t really need school now. It was always a means to an end, and working for you —”
“ — with me— ” I interject
“—with you was always the goal. So fuck them and their Victorian sensibilities,” she finishes with a bit of a grin.
“That’s one option. The downside, of course, is that you don’t get a diploma that you worked hard for. We can do better than that. The second?” I ask, enjoying our game.
“Uh. Hmm. You could threaten him with ending the program altogether?”
I nod along. “Pulling my rather substantial donations too. It’d be a big blow to their program. He’d cave, but it’s a shitty move. I don’t like making threats like that.”
“Plus, a lot of people have a lot riding on this program. If he didn’t budge, we’d be crushing a lot of dreams.”
I nod along. “Exactly. Definitely the worst. So, what’s number three?”
She ponders for a moment, then shakes her head.
“It’s alright. Think back to the wording the Dean used. A very specific word for this kind of thing.” I point back and forth between us.
“Sexy? Hot? Forbidden? Perfect?” She asks, a sexy grin crawling across her face. She gets up, walking around the desk to sit in my lap.
“Fraternizing,” I say with a smile. “So, since we ruled out the first two, I’m going to go with option three.” I give her a quick kiss, wrapping one arm around her waist.
“But I don’t know what it is yet.”
I shrug. “You’ll see.”
I punch the mute button.
“Hi Dean Winter. Thanks for waiting, I’ve got a lot in my lap right now.”
“I’m certain you do, Mr. Addison. It’s hard being in charge, isn’t it?” he asks. I roll my eyes.
“Yes, I’m sure you know the struggles well. How many people does UCLA employ again? Forty thousand? I’ll make sure to keep you in mind if I need a new division head for one of my smaller subsidiaries.”
It’s petty, but the man has threatened me and mine, and I can’t let that slide.
“Yes, well. Ahem. As I was saying, Ms. Jones —”
“Won’t be Ms. Jones for long. We’re getting married.”
“What.” Both the Dean and Brook speak at exactly the same time. I roll over both of them.
“Well, I’m certain you can agree that it solves this little problem. A husband can’t exactly be accused of fraternizing with his wife, can he?”
“So sorry, Dean Winter, but Mr. Addison has a previous engagement. We’ll call you back.” Brook slams her hand down on the phone, ending the call. “Addison, what the hell? That’s not something to joke about.”
“I’m not joking,” I say with complete sincerity.
“Beau, getting married so that I don’t get expelled is just ridiculous!” Brook squirms in my lap, but I don’t release my hold on her.
“I’m not marrying you because of that. I’m marrying you because we belong together, Brook. I agreed to pay your price, and this is mine. You can have everything, but you have to have it as my wife.”
She melts against me, her lips coming down hard on mine.
“How do you always manage to say the perfect thing?” She whispers against my lips.
“I had a lot of practice. With you, in my dreams every night.” I reply.
Chapter 16
Brook
Just got paid. Friday night. Party hoppin’. Feeling right. — ‘NSYNC, ‘Just Got Paid’
One Week Later
“Beau, this place has a basketball court.”
He smiles at me, giving my hand a squeeze as we stand on the balcony of the biggest mansion I’ve ever seen. Not just in real life, but in television, movies, pictures. It’s a sprawling Georgia-style mansion called “Casa Encantada”.
It’s also our new home.
“Yeah, so what?”
“So do you even play basketball?” I ask.
“No, but I could learn. There’s a tennis court too, I’m guessing I’ll have to teach you that though.”
“Yeah, not a lot of tennis pros in the group home,” I respond.
“Well, what do you think?”
“Beau, it has a basketball court.”
“You mentioned it, yes. Is there a problem with that?”
I gesture around, trying to take in the scope of it.
“The pool house is bigger than anywhere I’ve ever lived.”
“If it’s an agoraphobia thing, we can live in the pool house. I don’t think we’re going to need much more than a bed for a while.”
The sprawling estate around us certainly would trigger panic in any agoraphobic, but I shake my head.
“It’s just, it’s so much. Not the size, but the extravagance. I’m still not used to it.”
“Well, you better get used to it. In a month, you’ll be Mrs. Addison, and all of this will also be yours. It’s already yours in everything but name. Anything you want.”
I shake my head.
“I just want you, Beau.”
“I’m all yours, baby.” He gives me a squeeze. His hand wanders down, cupping my ass through the short skirt I’m wearing.
“Beau, that nice real estate lady doesn’t deserve to get an eyeful of you groping me.” I hiss at him, but he just chuckles and continues kneading my ass.
“That wasn’t a real estate agent, Brook. I don’t get shown houses. I buy them. That was the head maid.” He rumbles in my ear, his hands growing more earnest in their effort to get into my panties.
“Head maid? How many does this place come with?”
“A full staff of ten people. Five maids, and then the gardeners and groundskeepers.” His tone is entirely too smug.
“And if they aren’t already used to catching an eyeful every now and then, they better get used to it, because this is our home. I’ve been looking for you all my life. I’m not about to keep my hands off of you for one second longer.” His growl is so sexy that I can immediately feel my pussy clench in a mini-orgasm.
“Oh, Beau,” I whisper.
“Don’t worry. They’re all out having lunch, my treat.” He whispers against me.
He responds with a kiss, his tongue slipping into a mouth I eagerly open for him. It hasn’t taken long for Beau to condition my body to respond eagerly to his touch.
He didn’t really have to do much work. I’ve been his for as long as I could remember.
The tile is cool against my back as he lays me down, his hands spreading my thighs wide. I gaze up at the far off ceiling as I tangle my hands in his hair. His tongue begins to work it’s magic on my pussy. This time he doesn’t tease me, just dives right in, lighting up my G-spot like a Christmas tree with his fingers while his tongue works magic on my clit
The mansion walls echo with my cries of passion. I couldn’t hold them back even if I wanted to. Beau drives me crazy, makes me lose all self-control.
I gasp and shudder, my whole body wracked by wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Beau knows just the right way to keep me right on that peak, cumming and cumming until I begin to lose my mind from the sheer pleasure.
“Say it,” Beau demands with a sexy growl.
“I’m yours.” I whimper as he kneels between my thighs, positioning the head of his cock against my tight entrance.
“Damn right you are.” He thrusts into me easily despite his size, my slickness giving him easy passage.
He leans over me and I wrap my legs arou
nd his waist, dig my nails into his back, and make an effort to mark him just as much as he’s already marked me.
“God, you’re sexy.” he groans against me as I pull him in deeper, squeezing him with every muscle in my body. I can feel his cock shuddering inside me already.
“Give it to me, Beau. Make me pregnant.” I coo into his ear as I grab his ass and pull him into me.
It’s enough to make him bust inside me, his cock twitching and unloading pulse after pulse of his cum deep inside me. I cry out in pleasure again as another climax rips through me at the intense feeling of my man filling me in the most primal way.
Panting for breath, I pull him down, kissing him passionately.
“I love you so much, Beau.”
“I love you too, Brooklyn.”
The knock on the door makes us both jump in each other’s arms. Laughing, I push him away. He stands up, wrestling his still half-hard cock into his slacks before zipping them up.
“Coming.” He says. I cover my mouth to keep from laughing as I try to tug my clothes back into a semblance of order.
“Sorry, sir. We just heard a disturbance, thought you might need help.” One of the maids. Of course.
“Not at all, uh, Greta was it? No. Everything’s fine here. The future Mrs. Addison was just overcome with emotion.” His voice is so smooth that I’m not even mad about him throwing me under the bus.
“Very good, sir.” I only poke my head up into view after I hear the distinct sound of the door closing.
“I thought you said they were all gone!” I glare at him in mock severity.
He shrugs, grinning.
“Sorry baby. Well, they were bound to learn sometime. It’s not like they aren’t going to get an encore tonight.”
“Tonight? What about right now?” I toss him my sexiest grin and bedroom eyes, crooking my finger at him.
“As you wish.” He says.
My knight in shining armor.
Epilogue — One Year Later
Beau
It’s hard for me to sneak up on Brook.
At first, it was easy and fun. A minor game to play in a long list. Sneaking up behind her wherever she is, sneaking a kiss onto the side of her neck or wrapping my arms around her.
As the months have gone on it’s like she’s developed a sixth sense about me. I’ve had to work at getting the drop on her, and more than once despite my confidence in my stealth, she’s seen me without even looking.
Right now, though, I know I’ve got her dead to rights.
Sitting in her corner office of SC, looking every inch the business mogul. Perfectly tailored Dior jacket, not a strand of gorgeous brunette hair out of place. She radiates confidence and poise. She reminds of no one so much as myself, and that puts a smile on my face that nothing could shift.
Except, of course, my loving wife somehow knowing I was hiding in her supply closet.
The thin crack of the door not being closed gives me a narrow view. I see her working diligently. Despite my offer to keep her in leisure forever, to retire and sail around the world together, she insisted on becoming my right-hand woman.
She is, after all, my perfect soulmate. She’d never be content being idle any more than I would be.
The phone on her desk rings and she snaps it up before it can get a second chime out.
“This is Mrs. Addison.”
The thrill of hearing my name attached to her still makes my heart swell with joy every time I hear it. Especially from her own lips.
“No, that’s an external matter. I’m sorry. You have the wrong Addison. My husband handles all of those — no, I can’t get him for you. I’m not his secretary. That’s Brenda. I’ll give you to her.”
She hangs up, counts to ten, and only then does she mutter. “Sexist asshole.”
That’s my girl.
She stands up, moving my view from her face to the roundness of her belly. Brook is so pregnant that no one could mistake it. The sight brings not just a smile to my face and heart, but to my cock as well.
Seeing my wife pregnant, knowing it’s our baby she’s carrying, makes me want to protect her with everything I have.
I resolve to stop trying to sneak up on her, just as soon as I get out of this closet.
There’s a rustle of movement and she disappears from where I can see her. I lean against the door, straining to hear her coming, ready to spring my surprise.
“Beau, are you going to hide in my closet all day? Should I let Brenda know to schedule your meetings in here?” Brook asks as she appears immediately in front of me.
Groaning, I open up the door.
“How do you know?”
Brook shrugs. “I hadn’t heard from you in half an hour. No texts, no calls. No sudden need to visit my half of the office. If I haven’t spotted you every thirty minutes, I assume you’re plotting something.”
I sigh. “It makes it really hard to sneak up on you, you knowing me this well.”
“Yes, but it does mean that I can anticipate these sorts of things, and use them to our mutual advantage. For example, I happen to know that no one will be bothering either of us for the next thirty minutes. So why don’t I join you in the closet and you see if you can get to second base.”
“Second base? What is this, high school?”
“Well, if it looks like a duck and quacks like a duck. I’m not the one hiding ina closet, Beau.”
I sigh, defeated but grinning. I open the door, grab my wife by the arm, and pull her into my arms.
“Almost running you over was the best day of my life.” I murmur against her lips as I kiss my sweet and sexy bride.
Epilogue — Ten Years Later
Brook
“No, Beau. We cannot get her a pony. Absolutely not. The girl is out of control.”
My husband grins at me, the smug bastard.
“I didn't buy her a pony. I bought her a stable of ponies. She’ll have plenty of time for control when she’s older. Right now, let her enjoy the ponies.”
“You spoil her far too much,” I grumble, but I can’t help but smile. Leave it to my husband to figure out a way to spoil the girl who has everything.
Then again, he has had lots of practice. He’s spoiled me plenty over the last decade.
“We don’t actually do that much for her compared to some of her peers, you know. The kids at her private school are even more outrageous.” Beau sighs, shaking his head.
I nod along. “It’ll be fine. We’ll just set the best example we possibly can. Although I want to formally object to the ponies again.”
Beau shrugs. “We can find homes for all of the ones who aren’t her favorites.”
I roll my eyes. “You know what Bridget is like with animals. It’s a miracle we don’t own a zoo.”
Beau sighs in frustration. “Actually, not a miracle. Apparently, it’s illegal to own a zoo in this state. They have to be run by nonprofits with no ties to private business.”
Sometimes, even after ten years, I still can’t tell when Beau is joking about money. It would be just like him to try and buy a zoo for his animal-loving daughter.
“Every little girl loves horses.” beau says flippantly as he waves me off. ‘You’re worrying too much.”
“I didn’t love them.”
“That’s different. You didn’t really get a chance. Besides, maybe you do love them and you just don’t know it yet. Have you ever ridden a horse?”
“Just a very rough bronco.” I flash my husband my sexiest grin.
Even though we don’t always see eye-to-eye — okay, he’s a foot taller than me, we never see eye-to-eye even when I’m hearing my six-inch Manolo Blahniks — we don’t ever really fight. We rarely disagree for long.
When we do, it’s just foreplay.
“Oh? Would you like to schedule a ride with one this afternoon? You see, someone very clever has planned for a distraction for your rambunctious daughter all afternoon.”
Beau is all grins, and I can’t help bu
t mirror his enthusiasm. Even ten years after our first time, our sex life is still spectacular. Like a fine wine, we’ve gotten better over time.
“Riding lessons, horse camp, not to mention time spent grooming and cleaning the stables. You’re right, we can’t let her get too spoiled. We’ll make her do all of the caretaking. If she wants a stable of ponies, she can put in the work.” Beau’s voice is smooth as his fingers glide underneath my skirt.
He grins as his fingers encounter no resistance, slipping along my naked pussy.
“Why Mrs. Addison, how lewd.” He whispers against my ear.
“Well, I realized what my sneaky husband was up to and decided to dress for the occasion. Just in case, you know.” I grind myself against his strong fingers. I’m already on the edge of an orgasm and we’ve barely gotten started. Beau is just that sexy.
Even sexier now because he knows exactly what to do and how to touch me.
His fingers slip into me, come-hithering my g-spot while his thumb presses against my clit. I climax immediately, and he rides it out, increasing the pressure to prolong my shuddering. I rake his back with my hands, clawing for purchase. My legs buckle and he catches me with one big arm wrapped around my waist.
“Shh. The rest of the birthday party will hear you.”
“Please. There’s so much screaming going on around here, they won’t notice one more.”
He grins and kisses me. It’s passionate, wet, and deepens quickly as my need for him grows with every second.
“Quick. Before we get interrupted by one more thing.” I whisper, lifting my skirt to expose my smooth, wet pussy.
Beau doesn’t argue, just lifts me up, presses me against the wall, drops his zipper and thrusts himself into me. He’s quick when he needs to be, and right now we both need it.
“Fuck me, Beau. Come on. Harder. Knock me up again, right now.” I murmur against his ear. My hands wander down his sculpted back, tracing every line until I grab his ass and pull him harder against me.