As he pounded into her, listening to her moan, he reached behind himself. There was a spatula on the counter and he found it, wrapping his fingers around the handle.
He turned back around and smacked Victoria on the ass with it. She squealed, giggling a little after so that he knew she had enjoyed it. He spanked her again and she pushed back, smacking her ass against his hips.
He let the spatula drop to the floor and grabbed her hips with his hands. He thrust into her faster, letting his eyes wander over her body. He felt her pussy contract around his cock and knew that she was going to come.
As she moaned and his hips grew wet, he slowed his thrusts. Stopping altogether, he sat back, pulling her down with him.
They lay together on the floor, spooning, and panting. He kissed the nape of her neck, sighing as he caught his breath. She leaned back into him, rolling over a little to look at him. His smile spread wider across his face as she caught his eye. He had a look on his face that she couldn’t quite read.
“What?” She whispered, frowning a little as she smiled, wondering what he was thinking.
“I love you, Victoria,” he said, breathlessly. “I’ve been in love with you since I first saw you.”
His gaze flicked from one eye to the other, studying her expression as he waited for her to respond. Her face was blank except for the surprise in her eyes.
“Kasey,” she started, taking a moment to pause. She looked away from him, thinking about what to say. Everything was moving so fast but she knew what she felt in her heart.
“I love you, too.” She said, kissing him the second the words were out of her mouth. They embraced, his hands running up and down her back. He kissed her softly, caressing her.
Victoria felt like a weight was lifted from her that she hadn’t realized was there. There had still been a part of her that worried about Kasey’s feelings towards his ex-wife.
But, for the short while she had known him, and she knew that he was honest. When he said that he loved her, she believed him with her entire being.
He touched his forehead to hers, closing his eyes.
“Should we go out to dinner?” He asked her in a low voice.
She kissed him once more, pulling away from him to gather her clothes.
“Do you want to stop at your apartment first? I think we could both use a shower,” She suggested as she shimmied back into her panties. He made her feel so sexy, she could be naked with him forever, but they were both a little sweaty and had been working all day.
He sat naked on the floor, watching her with a content smile. He nodded, “Sure.”
* * *
A couple hours later they were getting out of Kasey’s bed, making their way to his bathroom. Rather than shower when they first got to his apartment, they got distracted. Kasey couldn’t keep his hands off of Victoria and she didn’t want him too. She felt amazing finally being with a man that connected with her so deeply, and on a personal and sexual level. They were obviously a great match and he was consistently amazed at how compatible they were.
Stepping under the hot water, they washed each other’s bodies, telling each other stories from their past. She told him about Albert and how handsome she thought Kasey would be as he aged. He laughed and thanked her, enjoying the reference to their future.
When they got out and dried off, they went back into the bedroom, pulling their clothes on slowly. The instant they returned to the bedroom, the sexual tension began to build again, and Victoria wondered if they could have sex once more before dinner.
She grinned, walking up to him and kissing him hard on the lips. Just as he wrapped his arms around her, the buzzer interrupted them.
Her heart leapt into her throat and she broke away from him. Kasey’s eyes widened and he put his hands up.
“I have no idea who that is,” he said, finishing pulling his briefs on.
He went to the intercom by the door and pressed the button, asking who it was.
He came back into the bedroom and let her know. It was Karen.
Of course, Victoria thought, just when things were going so well…
Kasey went up to her, putting his hands on her waist as she started to pull her shirt back on.
“I had no idea she was coming,” he promised, speaking carefully, hoping she wouldn’t get upset, “but she has the key to my storage unit. I have to let her up.”
Victoria sighed, nodding.
“Is that Ok?” he asked her, watching her face.
She looked him in the eye and put a smile on her face, “Yeah. It might be nice to meet her again.”
Kasey gave her a half smile, detecting a little sarcasm in her voice.
“Are you sure?”
Victoria nodded and shrugged a little, shaking off her apprehension, “Of course. She’s a part of your life, so it’s important that things are Ok between everyone.”
Kasey kissed her, holding her arms.
“Thank you, you’re amazing.”
She finished getting dressed and took a deep breath. She smiled at him, taking his hand and followed him to the door. He hit the buzzer and they waited for Karen to make it up to his floor.
Chapter Five
Kasey opened the door and they saw Karen standing on the other side. Her blonde hair was lovely and she was at least four inches taller than Victoria. She wore shiny black high heels and a very flattering dress. She appeared so polished and very well put-together, Victoria had to glance down at her t-shirt and cotton pants.
She wasn’t jealous of Karen but she could definitely see what Kasey had seen in her, at least physically. Victoria remembered the day she came into the bakery and how nice she had seemed. It was a little comforting.
Victoria held her hand out and Karen took it, a little gingerly.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Victoria,” she said, trying to sound pleasant.
Karen smiled at her, “Nice to meet you, again. I remember you, the baker.”
Victoria’s smiled turned a little tight, unsure of Karen’s tone.
“Karen, how are you?” Kasey asked her stiffly. Victoria felt a little bad that he was in such an awkward situation, stuck between the old lover and the new one.
Karen handed the key to him, chatting with him a little. She glanced at Victoria a couple times as if she was remembering to consider her as well.
When she was done talking to her ex-husband, she turned to Victoria.
She opened her mouth and sighed before speaking, “It was nice to meet you. Kasey and I have been apart for a while now and,” she paused, lowering her voice and looking at her feet, “I’m ready to let the past go.”
She looked up at Kasey, smiling at him then looking back at Victoria. Karen nodded briefly and turned to leave.
“Thank you,” Victoria blurted out as she took a step down the hall.
Karen smiled a little more genuinely, making her way to the elevator.
Kasey and Victoria backed into his apartment. He turned to her, enveloping her in his arms.
“You’re more understanding than you realize,” he said to her, kissing the top of her head. “I love you, for that and so many other things.”
She nearly blushed, burying her head in his chest. He leaned down to kiss her, finding her lips.
She pulled back after a minute, looking up at him.
“Maybe we can go for that dinner now?”
* * *
After a couple of really amazing weeks together, and after Kasey’s divorce had been finalized, Victoria asked him if he wanted to move in with her at her condo. They had been together for a month now, and nothing felt more right than living together.
When she had suggested it, he asked her repeatedly if she was sure, before agreeing wholeheartedly.
Victoria had never lived with a boyfriend before and certainly never considered living with one so soon into a relationship.
It wasn’t even scary for her because she felt so certain about Kasey. And he definitely seemed to know what he wanted.
And it was her.
They hadn’t heard again from Karen since she had dropped the key off at Kasey’s apartment, besides a few brief legal proceedings. Victoria was relieved but hoped that she was doing well. She was thinking about sending her some bagels.
With Karen out of the picture, everything with Kasey was perfect. He was just as kind and thoughtful, and Victoria knew that he was an amazing catch. She thanked herself every night for sticking with him, despite the baggage that he had carried with him.
Victoria stood in her kitchen, watching Kasey carry a box in, opening it up. She went over and kissed him, resting her head on his chest.
He stopped what he was doing to hold her, resting his chin on the top of her head. He sighed and she looked up at him.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him, frowning with concern.
He shook his head, smiling a little, “Nothing. It just feels good to feel at home,” he said, squeezing his arms around her tighter.
The End of the Story
Thank you so much for reading…
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Book 41: Diana’s Dalliance
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This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter One
Diana woke up two minutes before her alarm beeped and turned it off. It was 6:28. Diana always woke up cheerful. She didn’t understand people who complained about having to get out of bed in the morning. There was such a wonderful world out there. Why would anyone want to sleep it all away, tucked in under their blankets?
Humming to herself, Diana walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and get ready for her jog. It had been a decade since she had discovered the magic of endorphins. She loved her morning run.
At seventeen, Diana had thought she was clumsy. Her decidedly, not so graceful adolescent phase had left her convinced that she was doomed to be chubby and clumsy her whole life. But at seventeen, her gym instructor had decided that Diana would be her personal project.
The formidable Miss Watson had had Diana running, climbing ropes, tumbling and much more. In about six months, Diana had discovered that she was actually quite graceful and athletic – enough to become quite passable at rhythmic gymnastics. Miss Watson lamented that if only she had gotten to Diana earlier, she might have made a name for herself as a gymnast.
Still, a decade later, Diana kept herself fit and found it a pleasure.
She found most things about her life pleasurable. She loved her job. She loved her colleagues. She especially adored her boss, Richard Walker.
Altogether, Diana was an extremely happy young woman as she pulled her straight blonde hair through her baseball cap and set off for her morning run.
Living in Boston meant that she could choose from quite a few jogging tracks. Diana knew how lucky she was to live where she did.
But then, that was one of the perks of being a real estate agent. You knew where the best deals were, even if you were only looking for a rental. One day, Diana wanted to own her own home – with a white picket fence and a big swing in the backyard. But that day was at least a decade away. For the moment, Diana was intent on her career.
She was very good at what she did.
Deciding on a loop around Fresh Pond, Diana set off happily, cheerful music from her current J-pop favorites playing in her ears.
She cut an attractive figure as she ran. Her movements had the grace of an athlete whose body was toned and lithe. She was dressed in yoga pants and a tank top that showed off her firm curves. Her blonde hair looked as cheerful as she was. If anybody got close enough to get a good look at her face, they would see sparkling blue eyes, a tip-tilted nose and full, wide lips that were always ready to smile.
One of these days, she thought as she ran, she should drive out to the harbor, park somewhere, and jog along the waterfront there. Of course, it would be crowded, but she didn’t mind crowds and people. Diana thrived on energy.
Her mind turned to work. Diana didn’t have a problem with that. She truly enjoyed her work and liked the challenges she found every day. Besides, it didn’t really seem all that much like work. She loved putting people and homes together. She preferred showing and selling homes to office spaces, though she took pleasure in both.
But she loved the possibilities she gave people. It was never just four walls and a roof. It was all about finding a space that suited the client.
Sometimes, when people wanted to sell homes that had been in the family for years, they asked for Diana. They always felt like Diana cared. Which was easy, really – Diana really did care. When somebody was selling their home, Diana made it her mission to make sure it was bought by somebody who would make a home of their own out of it. It was important.
She would forever be grateful to Mr. Walker for giving an Art History graduate a job in real estate, she mused. Her own father had passed away when she was fifteen. It had been the only real blip in her life.
But Mr. Walker had become a father figure to her. She knew that he had been entrusting her with more and more responsibilities every day. He never said anything about it either, but she knew that he had been considering retirement – or at least, part retirement.
It would be good for him, Diana knew that. He worked so hard to establish his company. She was determined to live up to his expectations. After all, she had been trained by the very best.
She loved their team, too. They were fairly close and knew each other very well.
The only problem, as far as Diana was concerned, was that she didn’t have a boyfriend. It wasn’t like she needed a boyfriend. It would be nice to have somebody to snuggle up with in the evening, or to wear sexy lingerie for.
She had no problems admitting to herself as she rounded a curve. She missed the sex.
That was her last thought before she plowed straight into a hard, male body that had rounded the same corner at the same time as she had.
Chapter Two
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, are you alright? No, don’t move, let me check,” said a voice.
Hands. Large hands were patting her body. Everywhere.
Instinctively, Diana shoved the hands away.
“What the hell are you doing?” she said, trying to get up.
“No, don’t move, you might have broken something. You went down pretty hard.”
The voice, she could see, came from a very handsome young man who looked very worried right now. Apparently, neither of them had been looking where they were going. She seemed to have sustained most of the brunt of the collision.
“I’m fine. No, seriously, I’m fine,” insisted Diana, shoving his hands away more firmly.
“I’m so sorry. I was on the wrong side. I wasn’t thinking. I’m just… Are you sure you’re fine?”
He really was cute, thought Diana. His hair was blonde – darker than her sunshine hair, but still more blonde than brown. His worried eyes were green, she saw now. He wore glasses. She always liked guys with glasses.
“All limbs functioning fine. See?” said Diana, with a smile, moving each arm and leg in demonstration.
He smiled.
He had dimples.
She had always been a sucker for dimples, too.
“How about coffee?” he asked.
Well, that escalated quickly, thought Diana with a grin.
“Is coffee the recommended beverage for bruised pride and a sore bottom?” asked Diana.
He laughed.
“I’m Robert. Please don’t call me Bob,” he said.
Diana smiled.
“See,
now you make me want to call you Bob. How about Rob? I’m Diana,” she replied.
He stood up and offered her a hand. Diana placed her hand in his. He pulled her up lightly an effortlessly.
Handsome, charming and strong, mused Diana. If she had to run into somebody quite so literally, it could’ve been a lot worse.
“Rob is fine. Just not Bob. I spent a few years in London and everybody decided to call me ‘copper’ because a bobby is a policeman,” he explained.
“My sympathies, then, Rob. Coffee does sound great,” said Diana.
Diana noticed that her hand was still in Rob’s. It felt warm and nice. She could feel a slight tingle starting in her hand and coursing gently through her body as his thumb moved slowly, stroking her hand. Diana made no move to pull her hand away.
“There’s a really great little bakery just a bit farther down. Jog till we get there?” he asked.
“That’s what we’re here for,” agreed Diana and they set off.
They didn’t speak as they ran. Rob set a pretty demanding pace, anyway – Diana needed her breath for running. She liked that he didn’t slow down for her. He just assumed she could keep up.
Surreptitiously, she fell behind just a step so that she could check him out. He looked like he kept himself in shape. That was important to her – she liked a man to take care of himself. After all, she took care of herself.
When they reached the café, Diana smiled. She knew that one. They had excellent croissants.
“Cappuccino and croissant, please,” she told the waiter, sitting down outside.
“Same here,” said Rob.
They turned to each other.
“So, do you pick up a lot of women when you are out jogging?” teased Diana.
Rob grinned.
“That was the first time I’ve literally run right into someone while jogging… and it’s led to coffee,” replied Rob.
“I haven’t seen you around here before. I run pretty regularly,” commented Diana.
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