Kissing my hair, he whispers, “Goodnight, my Angel.”
“Goodnight, my Suit Master.”
I close my eyes, and relish in the safe feeling of having the man I love, holding me in his arms.
Chapter Thirty
Thursday
Gage: How was the doctor’s appointment?
Me: Went well, says Roni is about eight weeks pregnant. Healthy. Single baby. Worried because she’s gained like ten pounds already. Lol. I told her it was all the candy bars she keeps eating.
Gage: I know. I thought when you asked me to drop off five Kit-Kats yesterday you were kidding. How are you doing? Sore?
Me: No Gage, I’m fine.
Gage: You’re sure? I didn’t mean to well…you know.
Me: Hurt me?
Gage: See… I knew it, you are hurt. I’m coming over.
Me: No, you’re not, honey. I’m fine. We just got back to the office. Daniel and I have lots of work to do. And don’t you have an entire day of secretary interviews to do?
Gage: No. I have six left and I can cancel them all if I have to. I’m sorry, Angel.
Me: Stop being sorry and hire a new secretary. I would like to see my boyfriend more than once this week. Should have thought about firing Megan, after you had somebody else lined up.
Gage: I know I should have, but she pissed me off. I love you. I miss you.
Me: I love and miss you too. I’m starting to forget what you look like.
Gage: Picture message: This is just for you, he misses you too. (Picture of his penis)
Me: Stop tempting me, I need to heal up a bit. Damn he’s sexy. Not as sexy as his owner though. Sorry honey, I love him. But I happen to like the man he’s attached to more. Don’t know why.
Gage: It’s the big dick. That’s why.
Me: No, it’s not. I thought you were hot before I ever saw him.
Gage: Oh really? Care to elaborate?
Me: Real quick… then I have a meeting with Donald today. Ick.
Gage: If he flirts, I’m coming to kill him.
Me: Then you better come because he’s going to flirt. Already got a dozen roses from him this morning.
Gage: Are they prettier than then ones I sent?
Me: Are any flowers EVER prettier than the giant elaborate drop-dead gorgeous ones you ALWAYS send? I love you.
Gage: I love you way more. And I have to send flowers that are up to par, with how astonishing the recipient is… There is only one real deprivation…and that is not to be able to give one’s gifts to those one loves most.
Me: My Suit Master. You’re so romantic.
Gage: I know, Angel. Now tell me about how hot you think I am.
Me: Great…go and ruin it, why don’t cha? Lol… Fine. I’m giving in only to make you happy.
Gage: I’m already happier than most men…but I still want to know.
Me: The day you walked in the bar when I was out with Corey. I was turned on looking at you and smelling you. I thought you were hotter than any GQ model than I’ve ever seen.
Gage: Any?
Me: That’s what I said. Any. Plus, you dress impeccably well. What suit are you wearing today?
Gage: Just my black Armani double breasted…with a black and pink geometric tie somebody had anonymously delivered to my apartment on Tuesday. Along with these new quartz cufflinks that were also in the box. I pared it all with my black alligator shoes.
Me: See…you are super-hot! I’m glad you are wearing your gifts.
Gage: I love them. These are my new favorite cufflinks.
Me: I’m glad. Now go find yourself an older, married, and less appealing secretary. I want to see my boyfriend sometime in the next decade, other than a Wednesday nooner in my office.
Gage: She could be a supermodel and I wouldn’t notice. I’ll find one. I love you and again I’m sorry for yesterday. Date tomorrow night?
Me: Yes, please. And I love you too. See you then, have a great day, text you tonight.
Dropping my phone into my top desk drawer, I glance up and once again, my eyes immediately zone in on the massive tropical flower arrangement on my desk. Gage had them and a big box of chocolates delivered this morning.
“Boss, ten minutes till your meeting.” Daniel says over the intercom.
“Okay, thank you Daniel, I’ll be out in eight.” I reply.
“Do you want me to have tea and your briefcase ready?”
“Yes, please.”
The intercom clicks off and I relax in my office chair. I have to meet with Donald today. Not my finest career moment. I haven’t seen him since the day we finalized the lawsuit. I’m not looking forward to it, to say the least.
Anyhow, let’s catch you up to speed with my week. It’s been a long one. As I’m sure, you’ve already realized Gage and I are in a relationship. A happy and carefree one for the most part and I love it immensely. Sunday, Gage and Emma stayed the night at my house; we had breakfast the next morning before Gage took Emma to school. I came into work to another week of late nights and last minute order changes. It’s one of those hundred mile and hour weeks. I barely get a chance to breathe.
Tuesday, nothing is different than a few texts from Gage and work, although I did order him a tie and cufflinks for him. Wednesday, is why he is worried about me. At lunchtime, I had a tall, handsome, and romantic visitor drop by on his lunch hour, with lunch for both of us. What ended up happening though wasn’t something I ever thought about, much less prepared for.
Gage walked into my office yesterday, dropped the lunch sack on the leather guest chair. Coming around the side of my desk, I stood, hugged then kissed him. That was the mistake, kissing him. As soon as our lips locked, they didn’t leave each other for another half an hour. One second it’s some innocent lunch. The next Gage has me on my desk, legs on his shoulders, my black dress hiked up and he’s rips my panties off. Using lady’s pre-come and saliva on his rod and my entrance for lube, we got lost in one another. Making love right on my desk, hot, passionate, grunting, fast, pounding, hard, sweaty, and in the end blissfully shattering. I came so hard I screamed, and I didn’t hold back. I wouldn’t be surprised if my Gustav Klimt paintings didn’t shake during my climaxing pleasure cry. Apparently, I’m a screamer. Who knew? I had no idea, not until Gage. He brings it out in me.
So, after our orgasms he looks down to clean himself off with some tissues, that I always have sitting on my desk and we find out I’m bleeding. It didn’t hurt when we were in the middle of our lust-filled moment. Afterward though I was sore, painfully didn’t-want-to-sit-down kind of sore. He felt terrible and I ended up standing for most of the day. It hurt too much to sit down and I couldn’t go home to rest like I wanted. Now he’s texted me repeatedly to make sure I’m all right. Last night Gage had dialysis, and that didn’t stop him from texting me through the entire thing. I was still at work finishing up a file on a lip care product that we’ve never experimented with before. Then last night after I got home he called me; we talked until two in the morning. I was exhausted, but I love to hear his voice. Found out about the Megan incident from this past weekend and that he’d fired her, as much as it might make me sound like a bitch, I’m glad she’s gone. I don’t like the thought of a woman who throws herself at my man, working within arm’s length of him.
Today is Thursday and I rode with Roni to her first baby doctor’s appointment. I’ve never been to a gynecologist. That was an interesting experience, especially when the doctor asked me if I was one of their patients. And if I wasn’t, they were accepting new ones and would love to have me come aboard. Yeah…not going to happen. Didn’t have the heart to tell the doctor that what’s between my legs doesn’t qualify me to see a gyno.
The internal ultrasound they performed on Roni was kind of cool. I got to view the little peanut in her belly. Bob couldn’t make it to the appointment because he’s out of town for two days, picking up some kind of car, or part, something in another state. It’s work related, that’s all I really know.
We ended up being best friend’s baby day, I had fun. Now I’m back at work. I can’t wait until the weekend. I need a break already. This workweek is kicking my butt.
“Well Lex…”
I cut the flirtatious bastard off. “It’s Ms. Keagan.”
“Right…sorry. Ms. Keagan, I’m sure we can discuss the finalizations of this new Saks project over dinner? Say tonight?”
Not on your life, buddy. I’ve been sitting in this meeting for a half an hour and have yet to get a single thing accomplished. Donald can’t take the hint that fraternizing outside of work or inside of work is never going to happen. I hate holier than thou egotistical men who think women, such as myself, should be groveling at their feet, begging them to be their mistress. Pluh-ease! I wouldn’t be with a married man, or beg, even if I was desperate. Which I’ve never been.
I flip through the folder one more time to cool my rising anger.
A knock sounds at the conference room door.
The door opens, and a sexy face peeks around the corner, smiling right at me. Thank God!
“I’m here on official business.” Lawyer Masterson prominently opens the door, sticks out his sexy chest and strolls over to me. Daniel relieves himself from his chair to leave, offering it to Gage. Who takes a seat, drops his briefcase on the table with a loud thump and clicks it open, withdrawing a packet of papers.
I have no idea why he is here or what he is doing, but I’m glad I’m not alone anymore with Donald, who just can’t take a hint.
“I didn’t know we needed a lawyer with these proceedings, Mr. Masterson.” Donald’s face is one of bewilderment.
“Mr. Beardsley, we don’t typically need one for work related conferences such as this. However, I’ve been informed that you have been exhibiting unprofessional like conduct with my client, Ms. Keagan. So I have a few legal documents that I’ve had drawn up for reoccurring instances like this, outlining the new communication agreement with Saks. I just spent the better half of the last half hour talking directly with a Mr. Mathews, one of the board of directors, and he seems as though he agrees with these terms.”
I can’t believe he is doing this! Lawyer Gage. Oh, my, my, my, he is hot and all-powerful. Yummy.
My stomach is tied in knots; I am floored to have him beside me, directing the conference away from the sexually laced innuendos provided by Donald.
Clearing his throat and folding his hands on the table, Donald replies. “I don’t know what you are refereeing to, Mr. Masterson. This has been a professional meeting.”
Gage with a dark, almost deadly smile, leans back into this chair, and steeples his fingers, his elbows on the armrests. “Reeeaallly? Is that why Ms. Keagan received a dozen roses this morning from you?”
Donald’s eyes widen and he scoots closer to the table. “Those are not work related, this,” Donald gestures between him and I and smacks his hand on the table, “is professional.” Donald’s snappy tone is one of irritation.
“So you say, but should I ask her?”
“Ask her what? If I’ve hit on her? Of course I have. Have you looked at her? It’s impossible not to. Plus, I think she’s just playing hard to get.”
Whatever! I could never and would never.
I turn to Gage, praying he isn’t playing into this nonsense.
“Really? Let me tell you what I know.” Gage leisurely rises from the chair with an air of dark power surrounding him as he stands. Cockily smoothing down the sides of his expensive suit, he then walks around the side of his extended chair and proceeds to slide it back under the table. Providing me with a faint wink, he then boldly pivots on his heel and begins to pace the room, clouding the space with his raw confidence. If he wasn’t my boyfriend, I would be inclined to cower at his intimidating presence. However, he is my boyfriend, and I find this masculine display of my dick’s bigger than yours, tremendously sexy.
“What’s that?” Donald finally asks, swallowing hard. I can see his throat constrict. He’s apparently feeling the effects of Gage’s lethal strength. Gage isn’t happy; I can see the aggravated expression etched into his handsome face. The staunch brazen edge cloaking his lawyer infused tone is palpable.
Stopping beside Donald, Gage bends forward, placing his hands on the table, snapping his head to face Donald. The businessman almost jumps out of his skin and I bite my lip to keep myself from succumbing to the hilarity of this situation.
“This is what I know, Donald. May I call you Donald?”
He nods in retort.
“Good, what I know is this. See that woman?” Gage firmly points at me. I’m straight across the table from them.
Donald nods, again.
“She is a highly intelligent, beautiful, successful, caring, business woman. Who has built this company from the ground up. She’s not some secretary who barely graduated college, and likes to give blowjobs to move up the ladder in life. She’s a strong, independent woman, who wouldn’t fall for your dirty perverted antics no matter how much you try.” Gage all but spits on Donald. He’s all but skipped pissed off and traveled into murderous rage territory.
“How… How...,” Donald stutters.
“How do I know? I’ll tell you Donald.” Gage claps him hard on the shoulder and Donald nearly pee’s his pants, as his eyes get even wider, filling half of his face, his lips actually trembling. I almost feel sorry for the man, almost.
“That woman, Donald, not only is she all of those things. She also happens to be my life partner. The love of my life, and let me tell you, Donald, I’m not a fan of a man sending my woman flowers. Did you know it took me six years to make her mine? Guess how much more that pisses me off when someone unwelcome tries to sample what is mine. I’m sure your wife doesn’t like that you’re a dirty fucker. That’s her problem for staying with a sleazeball like you. Me, on the other hand, well…let’s just say, I’m not as forgiving as your wife is. Try, I dare you to try to flirt with Ms. Keagan, look at her wrong or anything I deem is unprofessional and I’ll not only see that you lose your job, I will hunt you down, I will slice off those tiny things you call balls and I will wrap them up and send them to your wife. Do I seem like a man who is to be fucked with, Donald? Do I look like I’m joking?”
Undoubtedly petrified, Donald shakes his head.
“Good.” Gage releases Donald’s shoulder, stands up and walks around the other side of the table. Pushing my rolling chair backward, Gage drops to the floor, grabs my knees, opening up my legs and finds his rightful place between them.
“That’ll be all, now get the fuck out. The misses and I have a little reacquainting to make up for. Daniel has your paperwork at his desk.”
Scrambling out of his chair, Donald all but sprints of the room and Gage turns his head and growls like a ferocious beast as Donald shuts the door.
Turning back to face me, he smiles. “Hi, Angel.” His sweet, gentle, loving tone is back, like none of this ever happened.
“Well, I’m not sure what brought that on and how you got here so fast, but I’m glad he’s gone. A half an hour with him and I was about to pull my hair out.”
“I’ve hated him from the beginning. I couldn’t do anything about it at the time. Then you said he delivered flowers today and the asshole jealous part of me kind of surfaced. Needed to teach him a lesson, not that I didn’t think…”
I bend down and shut him up with a kiss, his hands sneakily slide up under my dress and I break from his mouth.
“Don’t.” I warn, looking him straight in the eye.
Raising a naughty up-to-no-good brow, he replies, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
“Yes you do, Mr. Masterson. You know what…” A hand grips the strap of my panties.
“Don’t, you do it.” I’m staring daggers at him.
“I don’t know what you are.” He yanks hard and snaps the strap, breaking it.
Frustrated, I push his shoulders, hard.
“Why did you have to go and do that? Another pair,
Gage? Am I ever going to be able to keep clothes? You rip my panties and my nightgowns. Is it hard to take them off?”
“No, but I don’t want to.” He snaps the other side and tugs my ruined panties out from underneath my dress, haphazardly tossing them on the floor.
Shuffling my jade green skirt up around my waist, he exposes lady, and like a damn traitor, she’s awake and eager to play.
“She doesn’t want you to suck her.” I snap. I’m not happy with him. I’m glad he came and that was awesome. But I hate that he keeps ruining my dang clothes. It’s like he thinks my panties are only a couple dollars. No, he’s ruined well over a couple hundred dollars’ worth of clothes so far. Some of which I’ve really loved.
“Oh I think she does. Look at her. It’s like she’s saying ‘Oh yes, big daddy, suck me, I want to come in your mouth, feed you my delicious come.’”
I chuckle and grin at his terrible female voice rendition. “No, she’s not. And big daddy? That’s what you came up with?” I’m full on mocking him now.
“That’s what she’d call me. What else am I to her?”
“Gage, maybe? Mr. Masterson?”
“No.” He shakes his head like my ideas are stemmed from pure lunacy. “I’m her big daddy and she’s my little lady. Now this daddy wants to suck her. Give her to me. I will take you shopping on Saturday, Angel. Then you can buy a hundred pairs of panties if you want.”
“Why? So you can just rip those too?”
“Yep, now shhhh.” Holding his finger to his lips, he tries to quiet me. “It’s time for me to spend some time with my little lady. Now would you please, let me have a few minutes?”
Unable to tell my lover no, I lean back and spread my legs further apart to give him better access. His mouth engulfs her all at once and I grip his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he sucks hard and fast. No teasing, no sweetness. Gage is greedily sucking her, groaning in his throat. A palm cups my sac, kneading it. Once again turning me to putty in his skilled hands.
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