A Torrid Celebration!

by Whiskey Creek Press Authors

  "The walls not only have ears but eyes that can read lips from a mile away. I would never set you up or put you in a position to be embarrassed. You are too fine a woman and a beautiful lady to deserve that."

  "But, sir..."

  "Matt, please."

  "Matt, this is so overwhelming. On Friday, you gave me the extra work knowing you'd invited me to the ball and never once let on that..."

  "For me to place anything above the company's well-being would be out of character. I wanted you to be unaware of what I had planned so if anyone asked, your reactions would be genuine. Believe me, I've had a hard time trying to get us to this one point in time."

  "This is unbelievable,” she said, rubbing her temple.

  "Are you all right?"

  "A gorgeous hunk of a man who just happens to be my boss and has a voice that turns my insides upside down has just informed me of his love for me, having taken me totally by surprise."

  "I'm sorry, I couldn't figure out any other way and the timing with Mardi Gras and the masked ball..."

  "Matt, I have been harboring feelings for you, too."

  "You what?"

  "From the first time I heard your beautiful deep voice then saw your amazing eyes, I have been in love with you. Unfortunately, I thought I shared a relationship with someone else..."

  "Gay Steve?"

  "You knew?"

  "Yes, and he's been let go. If one of my employees can't be up front with me, then how can I trust them?"

  "Then I guess that ends it there."

  "Why?"

  "I haven't been honest with you though, at this point, I don't know how I could be given the unique situation."

  "Keeping feelings to yourself is a very honest reaction to the prospect of getting hurt by others. To use someone in order to get a promotion is an entirely different thing all together."

  Matt got up and sat next to her on the sofa. He took her hand, the heat rising between them once more.

  "Ava, I'm asking you to give this a chance. I've never felt this way about any woman in my life. You bring things out in me I had no idea existed before you came into my life."

  "Do you feel this wicked heat between us, too?"

  "It's amazing, isn't it?"

  "On the dance floor, I loved being spun around by you but not the lost feeling that went with it."

  "Same here."

  He placed his hand on the side of her face, Ava leaning into it. He leaned over to kiss her, their kiss tentative at first. Before they realized what happened, their tongues danced an erotic dance while exploring each other. His hand slipped under the sheer purple/black creation to the top of the little black dress and cupped her breast. Moments later, he touched her naked skin, his cock begging for freedom long enough to trade the confinement of his suit for the imprisonment of her body clenching him.

  "Ava, I need you. I want you in my life—now and always. I don't know what we have between us but we need time to explore it."

  "Matt, I can't believe the heat rising,” she said, while fighting to remove the sheer creation holding her captive. The moment she freed herself of it, his hand eased the thin straps of her little black dress from her shoulders and pulled the top of it down. Her breasts fell into his hands, Matthew wanting more of her.

  "My God, you're amazing."

  "Take it off—the heat is..."

  Expertly, he removed her dress leaving her in a skimpy black thong, thigh-high stockings and black stilettos. She shivered a little from the cool breeze blowing from the balcony into the bedroom. Groaning, he picked her up and carried her to the bed, where he laid her in the center of it then proceeded to quickly remove his favorite Armani suit and deep purple shirt.

  Ava watched his every move, her body anticipating his touch. Her pussy creamed, his mere touch sending her into a mini-climax. When he came to her, she gasped at how impressive his cock appeared, her reaction evident.

  "Don't worry, my love, you'll take all of me,” he assured her.

  "Then don't make me wait. This is becoming unbearable."

  "What is?” he asked, amused.

  "I can't believe how much I want you and miss your touch. This is a first for me."

  "Ava, I suggest you hold on because I plan to take you on the ride of your life."

  "I'm ready,” she gasped.

  Matthew took her nipple between his teeth, exerting a slight pressure on it while his tongue laved it. His thumb brushed over her other nipple, her body jumping off the bed. He took her breast, suckling it then the other while Ava arched closer.

  He slid his hand inside her thong feeling the evidence of natural desire.

  "This must go,” he declared seconds before he ripped it from her.

  "Oh, my God!” she screamed, her body drowning his fingertips once he drew them across her sensitive skin. “I don't know what the hell is happening but I don't ever want it to stop."

  Seconds later, she felt his entry. He slowly and torturously slid his swollen shaft into her pussy and held it while she clenched around him. Her body trembled from the sensation of his cock touching her innermost sensitive spot. She drenched his cock, Matthew driving into her further.

  "Oh!"

  Matthew kissed her neck then started to move in and out of her. As overpowering desire took over, his pace quickened. He rose up to look at her, her breasts moving in time with his powerful strokes. He felt himself swell more, learning it was indeed possible. Ava had taken him further than he'd ever imagined and he had to make sure she never left him.

  She cried out again, her hands pulling the bedspread with them.

  "Ava!” he called when he filled her, his release hot and forceful.

  "Matt,” she cried, tears streaming from her eyes.

  "Are you all right? I didn't harm you, did I?"

  "You're amazing. I'm so damned happy right now, I can't see straight."

  "Are you all right with this?"

  "I do have one question."

  "What?"

  "Am I fired?"

  "Yes, but I'm going to hire you in another extremely permanent position."

  "What?” she asked, unsure if he was joking or not.

  "I want you to be my wife—if you'll have me."

  Ava's face lost color, shock overtaking her.

  "Did you just propose?"

  "Yes, I believe I did."

  "But we barely know each other."

  "I know all I need to about you. I can't lose what we have found here tonight. You are an amazing woman and deserve better than taking orders and running for files. I saw it the moment you walked into my office and I've been trying ever since to get you to see me for me and not as Matthew Lord the Third."

  "Matt, are you absolutely sure about this? What about your family?"

  "My mother will be very happy for me and I'm very sure. If you need more convincing, I'm prepared to do anything you ask."

  "Take me again. I can't believe how utterly magnificent you are,” she said, her body arching closer to him.

  Matthew drove his cock deep into her pussy and held it there while she shuddered. He thrust in and out of her before losing control and pounding her hard. Seconds before he filled her again, he looked at her.

  "Do you believe in love at first sight?"

  "Yes!” she screamed.

  "Ava Clinton, will you please marry me?"

  His release exploded into her, filling her to what felt like overflowing.

  "Yes!” she screamed, her hands grabbing his ass to press him closer.

  When he calmed a little, he kissed her.

  "When you screamed yes, what did you mean?"

  "I will gladly marry you, Matthew Lord the Third."

  "I love you, Ava, more than you know."

  "I love you, too, just as much."

  * * * *

  The next morning, they enjoyed a light breakfast before Ava took a shower.

  "What's your hurry?"

  "I'm late for work. You wanted..."

 
"Ava, my wife does not work."

  "I'm not your wife yet. Besides, you had me in the file room all day Saturday and I..."

  "I've already called you in—in fact, I did it while you were calling my name when I fucked your gorgeous ass several hours ago. Remember, you call into me."

  "But what about the London trip?"

  "I called the office earlier and left a message for Richards to take the trip. He's been in on the job from the beginning and can handle it."

  She calmed some, catching her breath. Ava looked at him and laughed, shaking her head.

  "What?” he asked, amused.

  "I don't believe this is happening. If anyone had asked me twenty-four hours ago if I'd be engaged to one of the Lords of New Orleans and that I'd be standing naked in his hotel room this morning, I'd have told them they were crazy."

  Matthew slid out of bed and went to her. He pulled her back into the bathroom and then the shower where he made sure the water temperature wouldn't be too hot. Once he had her under the shower spray, he started soaping her body. Tracing rings around her nipples, he kissed her while his cock throbbed impatiently between them.

  He rinsed the soap off his hand before he slid three fingers into her pussy. She jolted long enough to tell him what she wanted. His lips covered hers before he kissed her while his fingers tortured her body.

  "Matt, please..."

  "What?"

  "Take me now. I need you inside me."

  "Anything, Ava."

  Seconds later, she took his shaft and held him while he pinned her body against the tile wall of the stall. The heat intensified between the water temperature and their bodies. The moment he felt close, his lips covered hers. Their tongues danced, Ava moaning when he filled her. She held him closer, refusing to be separated from him.

  "How soon can we marry?"

  "Why?"

  "I don't know your mother all that well but it might be an idea to be official before we tell her I'm pregnant."

  "What?"

  "Trust me on this. I've always trusted my instincts when it comes to things like this and it wouldn't surprise me at all if..."

  His lips covered hers, his tongue exploring her mouth while he thrust into her again. His desire for her overtook him, his body out-of-control. He pulled back, looking at her, his breathing erratic.

  "Are you sure?"

  "It's a strong possibility,” she gasped, his cock swelling more.

  "Then we'll have to make sure. I love you, Ava, and I want this more than you could ever imagine."

  "I'm not trying to trap you—you need to know that."

  "I trapped you, sweetheart. I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you your first day in the office. I hated the time you spent with Steven because I knew his story from the get-go but I couldn't do anything about it."

  "What will people think?"

  "I don't care—you are going to be my wife and the mother of our children. I'm happier than I've ever been and that's that."

  "I need to know one thing."

  "What?” he groaned, his cock waiting to release but obeying his mind.

  "You aren't mad because I'm not on the pill and we didn't use..."

  "No, I'm not mad. What we have is too special to worry about what should and should not have been done."

  "Good,” she said quietly.

  "Perfect,” he said, thrusting deep into her body.

  Ava cried out, the heat of his explosion overwhelming her. She felt faint, relieved knowing Matthew Lord would catch her if she passed out. She dug her nails into his shoulder needing something to hold onto. She cried out again, the sound of the running water drowning her voice out to everyone but them.

  "Matthew!"

  "Ava, you're perfect."

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  Chapter 4

  One year later...

  Madera Ava Lord looked at her mother while she took her bottle. She'd been born in late November before Thanksgiving while her name reflected her mother's fiery Latin heritage. Her parents brought her home from the hospital a few days before the annual Lord family celebration. Now three months old, she constantly brought joy into their lives.

  Once she fell back to sleep, Ava gently placed her daughter in her crib and quietly walked out of the room after making sure the baby monitor was on.

  "How is she?” Victoria asked.

  "She's fine. I can't believe how complete I feel."

  "Having a family will do that to you."

  "It sure does."

  "Have you made plans for this year's ball?"

  "I'm not sure what he has planned. I don't even have a costume and it's getting late."

  "This year, Mister and Mrs. Matthew Lord the Third will enjoy the masked ball in formal wear while everyone else wears costumes,” Matthew announced, as he slipped his arm around his wife and kissed her neck.

  "Why?” Victoria asked, surprised.

  "I want everyone to see the happiest couple at the party. I want everyone to know we're celebrating our anniversary and the fact Mardi Gras brought us together."

  "You are such a romantic, Matt,” Victoria said, smiling.

  "Didn't think I had it in me?"

  "All the Lord men are—it just took longer for you to get the chance to be one."

  "It's thanks to Ava. If we hadn't found each other, I..."

  "You give me way too much credit, Matt."

  "I don't give you enough."

  "I will leave you two darlings alone and go sit with my granddaughter,” Victoria said, before giving each a quick kiss.

  Matthew waited until his mother had disappeared before he yanked his wife into their bedroom and locked the door. Ava looked at her husband, waiting for him to make the next move.

  She didn't have long to wait. He pulled her into a kiss and while their tongues danced erotically, he removed her clothes. In no time, she stood naked before him, her body crying out to his. He quickly stripped then lifted her up and carried her to their bed.

  "I really hate going into the office anymore."

  "Why?” she asked innocently.

  "You're not there. I can't stand your replacement. She is not as efficient as you and definitely not as beautiful or..."

  "Don't say anything more,” Ava said.

  "Ava, I leave here and can't wait to come back to you. I'm lost when we're apart."

  "I feel the same but you do have a Fortune 500 company to run."

  "True and we did meet there so I should make sure we don't lose it."

  "Exactly."

  Matthew took her nipple between his teeth and brushed the tip of his tongue over it. Her body arched closer, needing as much contact as possible with his. He massaged her breast before he switched to make sure both got the same amount of his attentive ministrations. Cupping her breasts in his hands, his tongue drew lazy trails down the length of her body to where her neatly shaved mons waited. Past there, his tongue laved and teased her, Ava's body bucking the moment it entered her.

  The way he held her, she couldn't move. The more he tortured her and she fought to move, the more aroused he became. His cock impatient, Matthew knew what they both desired. He took her to the edge and held her there, watching her gorgeous body shaking from her climax. The moment he drove his shaft into her, she cried out.

  The feel of her body clenching around his cock drove him insane with raw desire. He took his wife without mercy, his cock pounding her pussy until she screamed his name and begged him for more. Only one woman drove him this hard and she lay underneath him. Only she could take his raw natural prowess and understand while wanting more.

  "Ava..."

  She pulled him to her, her tongue teasing his neck as she worked her way to his mouth. The moment he came, she kissed him—their bodies entwined in erotic ecstasy.

  Matthew rolled to the side, Ava moving with him to make sure his cock remained solidly embedded inside her. He gasped for air, out of breath but extremely satisfied.

  "I bought you a surpr
ise."

  "Matt, you buy me too much. The diamond wedding band still amazes me."

  "You're worth it,” he said, then kissed her. “Seeing as you've been busy with our daughter and have given no thought to the ball, I chose a dress for you which will show off my beautiful wife while telling everyone Hands off, she's mine!"

  "Matt, what have you done?"

  "This,” he said, sliding from her side and going to the long closet on his side of the dressing room. From it he pulled the designer gown he'd bought her to wear—a leopard print taffeta gown with yards of material yet sexy enough to drive him mad with desire.

  Ava gasped at the sight of the copper and black creation. She went to him, touching the soft fabric and instantly in love with it.

  "Who designed it?"

  "Tadashi."

  "It's amazing."

  "Try it on."

  She took it off the hanger and put it on. The ruched gown clung to the curves of her body and closed at her waist. The right side wrapped over the left creating a wide V neckline from off her shoulders though a ribbon of the fabric went from under her arms to behind her neck. The bottom flared out to an extremely full skirt which opened in the front to her upper thigh.

  "This slit is to my..."

  "And no one but me should take advantage of it."

  "What do you have planned?"

  "A surprise that I know you will love."

  * * * *

  "Ladies and gentlemen, Mister and Mrs. Matthew Lord, the Third."

  Thunderous applause filled the ballroom at the Aster Crowne Plaza. The couple walked into the ballroom and to the family table where Mrs. Victoria Lord waited for them with several other members of the family.

  "You look beautiful, darling. Matt has good taste."

  "So does Ava.” Matthew beamed.

  Though not in costume, Matthew and Ava wore masks once they sat down and the ball began. Matthew disappeared for a moment then came back.

  "May I have this dance?"

  "Of course,” Ava said.

  He guided her onto the dance floor and they waited. The band struck up the same Latin arrangement they'd danced to one year before. Lost in the music and each other, they moved across the floor as one, their bodies tight together. When he spun her around, the skirt of her gown flared out, showing off her beautiful long legs. He'd pull her back, holding her tight as if fearing she'd be taken from him by adoring admirers. Wrapped in the dance and each other, they had no idea they literally owned the dance floor, the other guests having moved off to watch the hot power couple.