by L. C. Giroux
"Evie..." He wasn't sure he wanted to give up control just yet.
"Hey, its my list and on this one I am in charge. Don't let go." She wiggled her hips seating herself deeper on his shaft. He tried not to let his eyes roll back in his head, he almost succeeded.
"Ooh, you feel so good like that." She purred in his ear. Yeah, he was going to really like being married to her.
Epilogue
They had been married four weeks and it was their anniversary. She rubbed the ring on the chain around her waist. She wasn't sure what was traditional for the one month anniversary but this seemed perfect. When the hell was he going to get home? He'd gone back to work when they had finished with the first page of her list and then spent the weekends moving some of his stuff to her place. The furniture and all the big things were staying there with Delia. She was going to rent it out to some of her friends and cover Joseph's costs to maintain it. They had decided it would be good to have when they started having kids. For now though he liked her place even if it did mean a longer commute.
5:45, he should be here any minute. She could feel her nerves drawing tighter in anticipation. Would he be upset that she hadn't made dinner? Hell, they could grab something at the diner after they had sex. This morning he had accused her of only wanting him for his body. It wasn't true of course but he could do the most delicious things to her's and fine, maybe she was turning into some sex crazed nut but it wasn't like he minded.
"Evie? Darling wife? I have a surprise for you!" She did her best to try to seem cool and detached then decided to hell with it and jumped in his lap.
"I have a surprise for you too." He smiled his devil grin at her and she felt her muscles clench as usual.
"You first." He handed her a box. She carefully unwrapped it, inside were four beautiful heavy silk satin scarves in plain creamy white.
"Joseph, they’re beautiful and feel wonderful but I don't know what I'll do with four of them?" He started laughing.
"Since it is our anniversary and I wasn't sure what to get you I decided to get you something from your list dear. These are not for wearing, they are for that wonderful bed of yours." He watched as she turned bright pink. He loved that she had a sex list, as they called it, and she could still blush like a teenager if he actually talked about it outside of the bedroom.
"You are going to tie me to the bed!"
"Oh yes, and then torture you with kisses." He could feel her heating up and pulled her closer to him, nipping her neck and shoulder.
"So what's my surprise?" She stood up and turned to face him.
"You have to undress me for it." God, he loved being married to her.
"So I get to play with the scarves now?"
"Not quite yet." He really looked at her for the first time since coming in. She wasn't dressed in anything fancy. The flannel shirt he never did get to wear, just as well he liked cuddling her in it anyway, jeans, leather moccasins. She looked like she wouldn't have looked out of place at any of the universities in town. Outside she was all innocence and inside she was his wildcat.
"Any place in particular I should start?" She sat back down in his lap.
"I think the shoes."
"Wanna give me a hint of what I am looking for?"
"No, you'll know it when you see it." He flicked off her moccasins and the woman's feet were now bare.
"Are you insane? It is late November in Boston and you aren't wearing any socks." He warmed her feet up in his hands till she kicked them away."
"You'll never get your surprise that way and it will be forever till I can get you into bed.
"Patience is a virtue."
"I'm not thinking those scarves are meant to be virtuous."
"No, I guess not." He undid her jeans and slid them off her hips and down her legs. There was no way she could miss the effect she was having sitting half naked in his lap.
"Hell, can we just take this upstairs?"
"But you haven't found your surprise yet?"
"You are a continual surprise darling." She smiled at him and cooed in his ear. Hell, he could just have her on the couch and save the scarves for later tonight.
"One more piece and then you're done." He unbuttoned the flannel shirt. When he went to brush it away from her waist he heard the clink of metal.
"What is this?" He peeled the shirt off her shoulders so she sat on his lap in nothing but a lace g-string and a chain around her waist. There was something hanging from the chain.
"I wanted to make sure you would find it." She giggled. "I knew you'd undress me eventually, sorry I couldn't wait though. He lifted the heavy metal cylinder on the chain.
"This doesn't look like a regular charm."
"It isn't. It is the key? If you look you see the key on the outside? But it can only come out from the inside. So only you can unlock my secrets." The caveman in him was roaring.
"So there aren't any other keys that work in this lock?"
"No, it is one of a kind. I made it for you because I am only yours. Try it." He pushed the tiny key out with his fingernail and examined it for a second. Then he fit it in the lock and turned it. The lock popped right open and he slid the ring off the chain. After he fit the two ends back together he re-locked the chain. Sliding the key into the ring he slid the ring on his finger. The weight of it felt good. It certainly wasn't any kind of an old fashioned wedding ring but then he supposed it made a nice balance to the very traditional wedding band he'd given her.
"Do you like it?" In answer, he kissed her hard and growled in her ear.
"Let's get upstairs unless you'd like to be ravished right here on the couch."
"Oh, good. Unfortunately I may not be able to wear it very long." That threw him for a loop.
"You going somewhere?"
"No, Its just... I'm late."
"Late for what?"
"Late, late, only a couple of days but I never am, still it is too soon to be sure."
"Late! Oh, shit! No, I mean... You're okay with this, I mean this soon? I..."
"I consider it payback for sweeping me off my feet."
Wild Child
Lovers and Other Strangers Short Story Two and a half
Delia Kelly had always used her head. When her friends were out messing around and spending their parent's money, she hit the books and stashed the cash she made working for Hutchinson Investigations. Now she is all grown up and she is ready to bust loose.
Jonah Hutchinson is the poster boy for 'lov'em and leav'em'. He knew exactly what women wanted and gave it to them, as long as it wasn't polite conversations or security.
One Summer Fling and both of them are in for the surprise of their lives.
Wild Child
"Hey kiddo! Come in here a sec!"
Delia rolled her eyes. She hated when he called her that. She was twenty-two and had graduated at the top of her class and he still treated her like she was the eighteen year old kid who walked in four years ago. She didn't know how but Jonah Hutchinson was going to figure out she was a grown woman if it killed her.
She got up from cataloging the photographs she was working on to stand in the door to his office. He bent over a putter and lined up his shot. Damn, the man did have the cutest butt. She might overlook it if it weren't combined with the shoulders and back of your average Greek god. The end result always left her tongue tied. To make matters worse, he wore his unofficial summer uniform of a tank and cargo shorts so she couldn't pretend not to see all his masculine perfection.
"You bellowed?"
Jonah turned around and even though she knew what to expect, the sight of him took her breath away as usual. When Uncle Cam had gotten her the job he never said, “Oh by the way, your new boss could have posed for Michelangelo.” He forgot to mention the man that was Hutchinson Investigations had eyes that made women's knees weak and their clothes fall off. Something about the piercing aquamarine color and the healthy dose of mischief was a sucker punch to her gut. He had probably been blonde as a kid but h
is hair had mellowed to a burnished gold that on a lesser man would have been mousy. On Jonah, it still had sparks of copper that caught the light, not that she would have noticed, really!
"Forgot to shave again?"
She hated stubble on guys her age. They always looked like they were trying too hard to be dangerous. In Jonah's case, it functioned like the rattle on a snake, or at least it should. Mostly, it made her palms itch with wanting to run her hands over the planes of his face. For most women, by the time they realized how much trouble they were in, he was already halfway out the door and they were lying there dazed, wrapped in a sheet, and with a wistful smile on their face. The real problem with stubble on Jonah was it seemed to highlight his mouth. Delia had never really considered the male mouth as sexual until she started working for him. Now she always had him repeat everything because she'd get wrapped up in some fantasy involving that particular piece of his anatomy and miss the last half of whatever he said.
She should just give her notice and move on. She had her degree; she could do way more for his business than he'd ever let his “Shortstuff” or any of the other stupid, cute nicknames he called her, do. Someone else would be happy to let her do what she wanted. Information security was a hot area right now. Hackers weren't content to just go after banks and the government anymore. With the right team she could offer a real service to prevent disaster to companies. Not that Jonah would let his “Littlebit” do it. She had to make him see she could be a fantastic asset, grow his business. She even had money to invest, not that he would even consider it.
Oh sure, she wanted to be his partner in business. But what she really wanted was to find out if all the women calling here looking for him, begging for him to come back to their beds, were telling the truth. According to sources that should know, Jonah Hutchinson was the bomb in bed. As in, would ruin you for any man after him. If the theory of "you get better at what you do the more you do it" were true, Jonah had to put Don Juan to shame. Jonah loved women. He liked the way they looked, smelled, tasted, sounded, and felt. He was happy to show them too, as long as they didn't want a repeat performance or, if he granted one, didn’t expect a third, ever. Besides, they always had fun at work. The same little boy charm that made him completely unreliable marriage material also made him a hell of a lot of fun.
"Hello, Shortstuff? Off in Na-Na land?”
"What did you want or did you just need an audience while you lined up your shot?"
"Ooh, aren't you touchy this morning? Be nice or I won't tell you the surprise I have for you."
Delia bit her lip. Jonah's surprises usually meant she was going to be taking on some extra hours, which meant extra cash. Always a good thing.
"How much is it gonna cost you this time?"
"Actually I was kind of hoping we could come to some kind of arrangement because I need three weeks."
"Three weeks! As in 24/7?"
"Wait, I haven't gotten to the really tough part yet."
"What? Do I have to sleep with you?" She added the eye roll for extra credit.
"No, just pretend to."
"I was kidding."
"I'm not. I need you to pretend to be my wife..."
Delia choked. "Obviously this is very deep undercover because anyone knowing your reputation would realize you can't possibly be married."
"Very funny; don't be a brat. Seriously, I need you to meet me at the Paradise Resort in the Bahamas in a week and a half. I need you to look like a girl too."
"Hey! That was a cheap shot. Considering the amount of hard labor I end up doing around here these clothes are just fine. It's not like you get dressed up."
"Yeah, well, I'm the boss. Here, take some cash to get yourself something pretty." He handed her a wad of bills.
"Jonah, there must be close to a thousand dollars here!"
"You're going to need three weeks’ worth of clothes, girl's clothes!"
"Fine. What's your cover?"
"What does that have to do with anything?"
"Well, if you are a beach bum," she held her hand out to indicate his present state of dress, "then I would get different clothes than I would if I were married to a successful business man."
"I can't be both?" Damn the man for grinning at her. How was she supposed to be righteously angry if all she could think about was how she wanted to trace the corners of his mouth with her tongue?
"No, not really, not even on vacation. So what is the job and how are you playing this?" She tried to cover her discomfiture with a look of boredom.
"I guess business man; you just need to look pretty and not too flashy."
"Okay, I'll need some time to go shopping and put stuff together. You gonna mind me working short hours for the rest of the week?"
"No, I don't have anything else going on so it should be fine. We need to talk about how the hell I'm gonna pay you since the overtime on this is gonna kill me."
"Let me think about it. Maybe I can come up with an alternative." She knew exactly what she wanted but she'd have to wait till they got to the resort to spring it on him.
***
Where the hell was Shortstuff? It wasn't like her to be late. She had texted him the plane would be getting in now and the plane had come in on time but no Squirt. Of course he didn't mind waiting when the scenery was so nice. He didn't know who the bombshell that got off the kid's flight was waiting for but he was one hell of a lucky guy. Every man in the place was looking at her and licking their lips like she was a Sunday pork chop and they wanted to suck the meat off her bones.
Damn fine, she was put together like the girls they painted on the sides of World War II bombers - just the way he liked women. He never got the whole skinny girl thing. He'd definitely been born in the wrong era. It was a simple equation to him: men were supposed to be hard, women were supposed to be soft. He liked his women like this one, with curves in all the right places and not little ones either.
She was dressed to accentuate those curves, which was even better. It meant that she wasn't letting all the crap advertising tell her she didn't look great - she knew she did. She looked cool and crisp, like she was coated in a sugar shell waiting for someone to crack it and get to the sweet soft center.
Her tight little skirt cupped her ass, hugged her thighs, and ended in ruffles at the bottom. It was long enough that her knees were covered but those ruffles were like a neon sign making you look at her curvy legs. He'd even bet there was real lingerie under there. He'd love to find out; shame that wasn't going to happen.
Her heels weren't those stupid platform kind that reminded him of hooves. This surprised him 'cause she was about five feet tall if she was an inch. He might be north of six feet but he had a thing for shorter women. He didn't really dwell on what it said about him but short girls brought out both his dominant and protective urges. Maybe that made him a macho shit but tough. He still thought they were hot in a “wild in bed and take home to mom” kind of way.
She was wearing a blouse, not a shirt or T-shirt but an honest to God feminine blouse, in some silky material; the collar did some kind of fold over thing that showed off her rack. Jonah knew just from a glance they were natural, too. Plastic tits were another thing he didn't get. As an avowed “tits and ass” man, he liked natural better; they were more responsive, but some guys were just into quantity.
Even her hair and makeup was old school. She had perfect red lips and her hair up just enough so you could fantasize about how it would look mussed up after you had gotten her in bed. She was even wearing a big straw sun hat. Who the hell wears hats anymore? He wished he could see her eyes but she was wearing big dark sunglasses. The polished lips and creamy skin just made you wonder what she'd look like after you'd kissed her breathless. Lipstick like that got a married guy in trouble because you'd find traces of it all over you if you played your cards right. Damn, he needed to get Delia and hightail it out of here before his cock got even harder. Where the hell was she?
He'd been staring at his s
hoes for a minute trying to get his mind back to why he was here, so he was surprised when he looked up and saw the bombshell was about ten feet from him and closing in. He hoped she hadn't caught him staring but he started to turn red with the guilty thoughts he'd been thinking.
"Jonah sweetheart, you look like you just got spit out of a whale."
"What the hell? How do you..." She took off her sunglasses and smiled at him. Holy hell! "Delia?"
"Aren't you going to give your darling wife a kiss?" But she didn't give him a choice as she reached up, grabbing his tie and pulled him down to her lips. Jonah was so stunned that he almost didn't respond - almost. His brain may have been stunned stupid but his body had spent the last ten minutes coming up with exactly what it wanted to do with her. One hand around her back pulled her into him while the other cupped her ass. If he had actually been able to think he might have been more of a gentleman or he might have had her against the wall to mark her as his right then and there. She must not have minded how he had grabbed at her though because her arms wound round his neck and shoulders pulling him even closer. There was no way she could miss his erection.
"I don't understand. Where... how...?"
"You told me to get some clothes and look pretty." She did a little turn so he could see the whole package. He had a sudden urge to take off his jacket and throw it around her so no other man could see her.
"Pretty, sure, but not reduce the entire male population to slavering idiots. You aren't exactly going to fly under the radar looking like that." She pursed her lips which, God help him, made her look even more like a sex kitten.
"You seem to like it fine." She leveled a pointed glance at his crotch. "That was all I really cared about since I figured you were buying. Besides, I needed to get clothes that looked good on me; the retro stuff fits better on my kind of body."