I got to work, not even realizing how quickly time was going by. I had been in my office for four hours when I looked up, seeing Lacey's sexy body leaned up against the door frame. She was wearing one of my undershirts, revealing her long slender legs.
"Good morning," I said, standing to greet her. I pulled her to me; she practically wilted in my arms. It had been way too long since I had held her close.
She cupped my face in her hands, kissing me passionately. "I missed you so much this week," she moaned.
"Oh god, me too." I couldn't wait any longer to have her. I reached down, peeling my shirt off her, revealing her bare body. Her breasts were perfectly round and perky. I had the urge to run my tongue over her tight pink nipples. I swiftly picked her up, stepping into the nearest guest room, unable to delay us being together any longer.
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Lacey
"So, where are we going?" Ben asked, pushing the call button on the elevator. He looked so gorgeous. He had on a dark gray dress shirt and black pants. It seemed to make his scruff on his face stand out even more. I had gone with a form fitting red shirt with black leggings and black heels.
"Well, I hope you're in the mood for Italian," I smiled. "We're going to Frankie's."
He kissed the top of my head as we stepped in. "Sounds perfect."
Frankie's was a restaurant located in the park district of Forrester. I had heard people talk about how great the food was, along with the view. It was surrounded by greenery and trees, and sat right on the edge of Forrester Lake.
We arrived shortly thereafter. It did have a fantastic view, and we were seated right by the water. Tea light candles flickered on the tables. It seemed sweet and romantic, kind of reminding me of Lady and the Tramp. We were given our menus and a wine list.
"So Miss wine connoisseur, I'll let you pick out what we should get."
I smiled, taking the list from him. "Ok, but you have to pick the appetizer then."
"Fair enough."
I forced my eyes away from him and perused the selection. "This cabernet sounds good," I said, pointing to the list.
"Alright. And how about the antipasto platter?"
"Perfect," I said, crossing my legs under the table. God, it felt so good just to spend time with him after this long week.
We placed our order, and the server returned quickly with our wine.
"This is delicious," Ben said, taking a sip. "I think you may have converted me."
I giggled. "Happy to do that for you." I reached across the red tablecloth for his hand. "So, favorite memory of us so far. And go."
His eyes creased with his smile. "Gosh, that's going to be tough. There are so many favorites."
"Ok, I'll narrow it down then. Favorite non-sexual memory," I smiled.
"Well, that does narrow it down a bit." He scratched his chin. "I guess I really loved falling asleep with you in my arms the very first time. You know, that night you passed out on me? Something about the moment just felt right. I knew it then."
A grin spread across my face from ear to ear. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "Now how about you?"
I thought for a moment. He was right, there were so many favorites. "I'd have to say the first time you made me waffles. First of all, you looked sexy in my kitchen with no shirt. And second, it was adorable that you were making me breakfast. You had definitely earned yourself some brownie points then."
He smiled, running his thumb over the back of my hand. I felt almost overwhelmed with how happy I was. Luckily, our food was then delivered, which helped stabilize me in the moment. I had gotten the fettuccini Alfredo, and Ben had gone with the manicotti. People had been right, it was delicious.
"So, anything I need to know about your parents tomorrow?" I asked, twirling my fork, struggling to pick up just the right amount of pasta.
He looked like he would practically choke on his food. "What do you mean?" he asked, coughing into his napkin. I was taken a little aback. What kind of reaction was that?
"I don't know. What are your parents like? Any special interests or hobbies?" Give me the scoop, the four one one. Help me prepare for our visit tomorrow.
He looked visibly uncomfortable as he shifted in his seat. "Um, well my dad is a lawyer, obviously. He likes golf. And my mother, well, she has never worked and I couldn't really tell you what her interests are." He quickly brought his wine to his mouth.
I set my fork down. Obviously I had struck some sort of nerve. "Ok." I looked at him.
"I'm sorry. We're just not that close. And I don't want to spend our time together tonight talking about them." His eyes softened.
So what are we doing meeting them tomorrow, I thought. Regardless, I hated seeing him like that. I desperately wanted to change the subject. "Ok, I'm sorry. Let's talk about something else instead. Like..." My brain scrambled trying to think of something. "How about favorite sexual memory?"
His eyes darkened. "Now that's more like it."
We finished our dinner and headed out into the night. It was dark now, but the park was lit up with twinkling lights lining the walkways. "Want to go for a walk?" I asked.
"Are you sure you can walk in those?" he smirked, pointing down to my heels.
I swung my arm around his. "I'll just use you for support."
"Ok," he laughed.
We walked arm in arm down the pathway closest to the water. Now was the time for my first surprise. We were coming up on a large tree with a bench beneath it. "Hey, what's that?" I asked.
"What's what?" He squinted his eyes in the direction I pointed.
"That." I pointed at the tree, smiling. We stepped in the slightly damp grass and walked over to it. I let Ben reach up and grab a canvas bag that was stuffed in between branches. Inside, was a bottle of wine and two glasses. It was the same Zinfandel we had drank together the first time. He beamed at me once he realized what was going on.
"When did you put this here?" he asked.
"This morning, after work, before I came home to you." I loved seeing that look on his face. "Oh, and I have an opener here in my purse. Shall we?" I motioned for us to sit on the bench.
He laughed, taking the opener from me as we sat down. He opened the bottle and poured the wine into our glasses.
"Surprised?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Very," he smiled, kissing my forehead.
I leaned my head on his shoulder, looking out over the lake. We sat quietly, sipping our wine, listening to the water lap up onto the dock. I remembered the peace I felt watching the water at my uncle's a few weeks ago. But that was nothing compared to the complete happiness I felt at this moment, with the man I loved at my side.
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I awoke with a start. I had an anxious feeling building in my chest. I looked to my left, relieved to see Ben sleeping comfortably by my side. Why was I feeling this way? Was it because I was meeting his parents in a few hours? Or was it his reaction to my questions about them. I felt like he wasn't telling me something. I tried to settle back down, focusing on thinking happy thoughts.
I was naked from the waist down, but my top half was still clothed in the lingerie Ben had bought me in Minneapolis. That was my second surprise for him when we came home. I smiled, thinking about how things had gone earlier that night:
We stumbled in to the living room, Ben wrapping me in his arms.
"Thank you for the amazing date," he said, bringing his forehead to mine.
I closed my eyes, savoring his touch all around me. "You're welcome." I smiled, pausing. "Although, it's not quite over yet."
He leaned back, meeting my eyes. "Oh it's not?"
I shook my head, no. "Wait here a minute." I looked at him, biting my lip as I walked down the hallway toward his office. I could see his body tense with anticipation.
I quickly walked in, stripping off my clothes. Underneath, I had on the pale blue lingerie he had gotten for me. Thank god I have plenty of wine in my system, I thought. I backed up against his desk, propp
ing myself up with my wrists. "Oh Mr. Anderson," I called.
I waited anxiously, my heart pounding. I heard him chuckle softly as his footsteps approached. My breath hitched as he turned the corner. His eyes ran up and down my body, melting me.
"Mr. Anderson, you have a meeting in five minutes. Can I help you prepare for it?" Holy shit, I was actually doing this. I was praying he wouldn't burst out laughing. I was surprisingly pleased when he stepped toward me.
"Miss Singer, thank you for bringing that to my attention. And yes, you can absolutely help me out, as you always do." He circled his desk, eyeing me from all directions. He stopped once he was in front of me again.
"What can I help you with?" I asked, batting my lashes.
"Well, you can start by grabbing that file." He pointed across the desk.
"Which one?" I turned, pressing my ass up in the air, looking back at him over my shoulder.
"That one," he said, pointing again.
"Oh, that one. Ok," I said, bending forward over the desk, reaching for the file. His hand ran up the back of my thigh, over my ass, and up to my neck. I shivered, goosebumps crawling on my skin. I heard the familiar unzip of his pants, causing my muscles to clench.
"Thank you, Miss Singer, but I won't be needing the file after all." His other hand ran up my inner thigh, this time stopping at my sex. He started to rub me through my already soaking wet panties.
"But Mr. Anderson, your meeting is in two minutes." I wiggled myself backward to him, pressing against his touch. Fuck, this was so hot.
"Fuck the meeting," he growled as he ripped my panties down my legs to the floor, and shoved himself into me. I cried out as he filled me, my body expanding to fit him. He moved quickly; I wrapped my fingers around the other edge of the desk to steady myself. My thighs banged relentlessly against the wood. I hoped they wouldn't bruise. This was exactly what I had in mind when I saw his office the first time.
His hand moved down my back from my neck to my ass, the other wrapping in front of me, between my legs. He knew my body so well. I reveled in the exquisite pleasure building from both spots being pressed. My muscles twitched and tightened with each thrust.
"You are fucking amazing," he groaned, rocking himself back and forth into me. A small smile reached my lips. I was glad he had played along with me. It was so sexy. My body started to tighten more quickly, pleasure increasing rapidly with each thrust. His pace also quickened as his hands dug deeper into my skin. That was his telltale sign with this position. I loved knowing that I was going to make him come.
I moaned, taking his thick cock into me, literally pounding me. My muscles clenched tighter and tighter. Oh fuck, here it was. I burst through my orgasm, gripping the desk for support. I cried out his name as my body rippled in ecstasy. Wave after wave of satisfaction washed over me. I laid limply as he reached his climax, spilling himself into me, bending down and kissing my shoulders.
He quickly pulled back, bringing me up to face him. His forehead pressed against mine, our breathing uneven. "I love you. You know that? I love you so much," he said.
I smiled as my heartbeat tried to steady itself. "I love you too."
He kissed me deeply, picking me up in his arms, carrying me to the bedroom.
I smiled into the darkness at the memory. I looked at the clock, four forty five. I nuzzled myself against Ben, falling quickly back to sleep.
Chapter 21
My stomach was twisting as we turned into the gated driveway. His parents' house was huge, with a perfectly landscaped lawn, a four car garage, and windows everywhere I looked. I knew they had money, but this was beyond what I had expected. We pulled into the circle driveway, parking in front of the front door. I took a deep breath, staring out the window. Ben reached over and grabbed my hand.
"Hey, don't be nervous," he smiled, bringing my hand to his lips.
I could tell he was trying to put on a good show for me. I smiled meekly back at him. "I'm good."
"We'll eat, visit for a bit, then we'll go home, and I will ravage you."
I laughed out loud, his sentence easing my tension somewhat. "Ok, sounds good."
He bent over the console and kissed me. "I love you."
"I love you too," I smiled.
We exited the car and stepped up to the front door. Ben pushed in on the handle, opening it up to a large foyer, with a huge chandelier coming down from the ceiling. There were small tables in each corner, with expensive looking vases and sculptures on top of them. He grabbed my hand and lead me in. I inhaled deeply, crossing the threshold.
"Good morning," he called.
"We're in the living room darling," I heard a voice call out. Darling, well that's a term of endearment. Maybe this whole thing was being blown out of proportion. Just relax, I thought.
We walked hand in hand toward where the voice came from. I was still trying to take in the whole scene, large extravagant paintings filled the walls. Everything just looked so expensive. But obviously all this wealth had come at a price, if Ben's interpretation of their relationship was true. We turned into a grand room, light spilling in through the floor to ceiling windows. In two ornate armchairs sat a man and a woman, I assumed to be Ben's parents.
"Hello mother, father," he said tightly. I squeezed his hand; now he was the one that seemed nervous.
"Hello, son," said his mother, standing up. She was wearing a royal purple pantsuit. I cringed, eyeing my black sweater and skinny jeans. Ben had told me jeans would be fine! Ugh, underdressed again. She walked toward us, never looking directly at me. She kissed Ben on both cheeks, then pulled back, still not acknowledging me. I shifted uncomfortably, trying to drop Ben's hand, but he wouldn't let go.
"This is my girlfriend Lacey. Lacey, this is my mother Paula and my father Scott." He brought his hand around to the small of my back.
"It's so nice to meet you," I smiled, holding my hand out to Paula. She hesitated briefly before finally meeting my eyes with hers. Her red hair was pulled back into a tight low bun, making her features seem sharp and fierce. I instantly noticed her nose was crooked, almost beak-like. Her lips pulled tightly into a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
"Lacey, that's an interesting name." She briefly took my hand before dropping it like it was last week's garbage. Seriously?
"Thank you, it is unique, isn't it?" I responded. Despite my quick words, her comment practically knocked the wind out of me. Wow, I had not been expecting that. Obviously, we would not be looking through old photo albums of Ben together later. I tried to brush my thoughts aside and focus on making it through the morning.
Scott stood up from his seat, walking toward us. He had a genuine smile on his face as he took my hand in his, shaking it warmly. "Nice to meet you Lacey. Ben's told me so much about you." Good to hear. At least one parent seemed to not automatically hate me.
"Funny, he hasn't said much to me," Paula said distractedly, looking down at her cuticles.
I glanced at Ben, trying to catch his eyes. Was she for real? How could such a sweet guy like Ben come from her? None of this was making any sense.
"Mother, let's be honest, we don't exactly chit chat on a regular basis," Ben said coldly. I tried to hide the surprise in my eyes. I had never seen him like this before.
"Ok, enough you two. Who's hungry?" asked Scott, clapping his hands together. I smiled gratefully at him.
"I'm starving," I replied. Scott turned to exit the room. I awkwardly stood, not wanting to leave Ben, but not wanting to stay near Paula. "Shall we?" I asked quietly.
"Why don't you go ahead, I'll meet you in there," Ben said coolly, bending down and kissing my forehead. Paula stood silently. I felt her eyes on me as I slowly headed toward where Scott had gone. I wanted to stay behind and listen, but I really didn't want to get caught spying.
I found myself in a large dazzling kitchen, which seemed larger than my whole apartment. It connected to the dining room, where Scott was seated already, looking in my direction.
"In here," he c
alled, motioning his hand for me to join him.
I entered the room, unsure of where to sit. I didn't want to pick incorrectly and end up close to where she would be sitting. "Any chair in particular?"
"That one there should be fine." He pointed at the chair across from him. I quickly took a seat. "What can I get you to drink?"
Along the wall was a large buffet with bagels, lox, an assortment of fresh fruits, yogurt, and juices. I also noticed ingredients for Bloody Mary's and mimosas. I certainly wanted a drink, but I wanted to make a good impression, and didn't want his parents to think I was a lush. As if reading my mind, Scott said, "I'll be having a Bloody Mary, don't worry."
I felt a slight release of tension from my shoulders as a smile slowly crept across my face. "Well ok, I'll have a mimosa, thank you."
"Thatta girl," he laughed, standing up to fix our drinks.
I sat fiddling with my hands. Where was Ben? I was trying to think of what to say. Scott seemed nice enough, but I still felt awkward after how his wife had spoken to me. This was definitely not going how I had pictured, and it made me incredibly sad. Everything between us so far had been perfect, and it all had come to a grinding halt.
"So Lacey, Ben tells me you're a nurse?" he said, glancing back over his shoulder.
I exhaled slightly in relief at him breaking the ice. "That's right. I work in the ICU at St Mary's."
He walked back to the table, reaching across and handing me my drink. I immediately took a large gulp. Damn it, Shannon, now is the time I need you here for a shot.
"Well that's great. Nursing is a great profession." He took his seat, and brought his drink to his lips.
"Yes it is. I've learned so much already in just a few short months." Awkward silence again. What did Ben say he liked? Golf? I tried to think of any golf related question to ask. I eyed the entryway, willing Ben to walk through.
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