Particularly in regards to my cleavage. I chuckled to myself as I put on a simple black skirt and tight-fitting button-down blouse. If I knew Nicholas at all—and I did—the blouse and skirt wouldn't last long. I finished with a pair of heels, adding at least three inches to my short stature. I was giddy with my plan, smiling and humming as I checked myself one last time in the mirror. I couldn't wait to have my Nicholas back. Though I missed the sex, I missed the intimacy even more. These two weeks had hurt me just as much as him. So much so that I was starting to regret my actions. I sighed and pushed those thoughts away, grabbing my purse before eagerly making my way downstairs, where I knew John would already be waiting. Laura shook her head, waving me off, knowing it would be futile to try and make me eat breakfast. My phone rang on the way, and I was surprised to find Virgil calling on one of his days off from babysitting. "Virgil?""I've got good news." He sounded almost
I gasped for breath when his lips left mine and landed on my neck. He grunted and cursed as he filled me. He was hitting places in me I didn't know existed. I cried out again and he stilled momentarily."Am I hurting you?" I tugged at his hair, filled with impatience. "Don't you dare stop." He chuckled, sliding his nose up my jawline. "God, I've missed you. I’ve missed this." He then proceeded to pound me into the door so hard that I was surprised we didn't break it down. Whatever wood he had used for it was definitely worth the buck.Maybe it was my already amped-up arousal from thinking about being with him all morning. Maybe it was the thrill of sex in a semi-public space. Maybe it was the two-week drought.Or maybe this was what make-up sex was all about. I wasn't sure the reason why, but it didn't take long at all before I was seeing stars and he was groaning his release. He kissed me hard, moaning into my mouth, his thrusts slowing as he came down. His kisses softened as he s
We went our merry way with my appearance clearly revealing what I had done inside his office. I was wearing his shirt and a jacket with the sleeves rolled up along with my heels. Nicholas had his arm draped over my shoulder as we walked to the elevator.I saw Julia sitting at her desk, a glare directed my way. I stopped right in front of her.Nicholas leaned down to whisper in my ear, "I was saving the honors for you, my lady."Was I a bad person for being happy at those words?I turned to Julia with a scathing glare to rival her own. “Pack up your things in the next five minutes or security will escort you out of the building. Why? Because you are fired.”Nicholas chuckled at how excited I was. He tucked me into his side and continued on to the elevator. I felt like I had all the power in the world, being able to fire someone.Sometimes revenge was sweet..The next day, I couldn't keep the smile off my face. Yeah, I still had Virgil the Babysitter on my tail, but Nicholas and I were
His brow furrowed in confusion. “If our son starts making ringing noises while I am fucking you, there are going to be bigger problems than not cumming.”I slapped his arm. "No, silly. I meant being interrupted. You better get used to having no private time."He leaned in and kissed my neck. "That's where you are entirely wrong, gorgeous. I'll hire a nanny.""You want to hire a nanny just so we can have sex?" "If necessary," he replied without a pause to think.I rolled my eyes. He was hopeless. I didn't know why I ever thought he would process information like a normal person."I did want to ask you something though." He pulled back, twirling my hair through his fingers. "What?" I asked.“Well, you being pregnant got me thinking about something. Remember when I told you about my wanting to semi-retire?”I nodded, wondering what in the world was going through his head."Did you have your heart set on QCU, or would other colleges work as well?" "What do you mean?" I asked, unable to
"Well, Hector is ignoring my calls and hasn't spoken to me in a couple of weeks. It hurt when he cut all communication and it just didn't make sense. Then you were... uh..." She blubbered as she glanced at Virgil. "You had him around you all the time. I guess I started to wonder if something bad happened. If you were in some kind of danger. I was scared to say anything, but I was feeling guilty. I told Russel everything a couple of days ago, and he convinced me to tell you everything. I just hope nothing I've done caused you any trouble.""Willis was playing you," Virgil said. "And your actions resulted in a lot of problems for many people." I cringed a little at how unsympathetic he was. But he was correct. "I'm sorry," she cried.Russel put his arm around her shoulders, and I sighed. It wasn't going to do any good to continue berating her. I frowned at Virgil and he rolled his eyes in response."There may be something you can do to make up for it though," Virgil finally conceded.
I stared at him. "You’d have been ashamed in front of your parents because I would jump you on top of the table." "At least my parents would get a show with their dinner," he joked. We were both laughing when John returned. He let us know that Nicholas’ parents were already seated.I smoothed down my clothes and hair as much as possible without a mirror. I took Nicholas’ hand as we strolled inside and were led to our tables. Our tryst in the car almost made me forget the reason why we were meeting his parents.But as I neared the private room, it shot back to the front of my mind. Baby Rowe was about to be announced.Jefferson stood up when we got there, distinguished as always, waiting for me to be seated before sitting back down himself. Brief nods were exchanged between him and Nicholas, while Clara greeted us both warmly with smiles and hellos. The difference in reception was evident.I wanted to blurt out the news as soon as we sat down, but I kept my excitement at bay until Ni
A thousand thoughts and questions swirled in my head. How could Jefferson do this? Was it really possible for Nicholas to lose everything? What would that mean for us?The money meant nothing to me, as long as I had Nicholas. Did he feel the same? Was I selfish to want him to pick me over everything else in his life? Could I do that to him? I was angry, anxious, and nervous to the point of being sick as the seconds ticked away. Somebody needed to say something—anything—just to end the awful silence which had fallen over the table. Nicholas snapped out of it first, lifting his head and staring at his father. "Quit being so fucking melodramatic. You're scaring her." Was he talking about me or Clara? Could he feel my anxiety through our linked hands? Before I could think any more, he turned to face me, letting go of my hand and placing both of his on my cheeks. He leaned in close, almost touching my nose with his. I sighed and closed my eyes when his familiar, warm breath washed over
I laughed a little, getting out of my chair to walk over and give her a hug. She meant well, even if I didn't give a flip about any baby shower. In fact, she was the only one—aside from our friends—who had been on our side from the start. "You put the reception together despite all this," I said, watching her eyes. She lifted her chin. "Yes. The fight I got from wanting to celebrate your marriage was the reason I ended up forcing Jefferson to tell me what was going on. I'm only sorry any of the Hewitts were there at all." She blew out an angry breath, seething in her chair. "It took me awhile after that before I could even look at Jefferson, but I love him. He made a terrible mistake, but he takes up too much space in my heart not to forgive him." I nodded. "I understand."She placed her hands around mine. "We'll get this fixed. Nicholas will know what to do." After getting her calmed down and taking my seat again, I decided to ask what had been in the back of my mind for a while.