Richard

Did I want children? I told her would give her anything she wanted, including children.

I had not been lying. If she wanted children, I would gladly fill her belly with my seed and enjoy watching her grow ripe with my child.

I would also enjoy the process of achieving it.

“Yes, baby, I will give you all the children you want.” I was pleased I could tell her that without reservation.

“That’s not what I asked.

I asked if you wanted children. Not if you would be willing to give me children. As much fun as that would be,” she added.

“Let me make myself very clear,” I looked into her blue eyes; I wanted her to hear and be sure I meant every word about to come. “I want children with you, only you. If you want that too.”

“Then I guess we’re keeping the bed,” she giggled.

I loved the way she giggled. It did not come off as immature or fake as I had often heard from women. Everything about her was real and genuine. She was in this for me, not my money, not my name, and despite my reputation.

We lay in the rumpled bed. I knew the decent thing to do would be to let her take a shower. I was not ready for her to be absent of my scent any more than I wanted to be absent of hers.

I drew her close and once our breathing synchronized, we fell asleep linked together.

Did my arousal wake her? Or had her stirring woke my arousal? It didn’t matter, my plan was to take her this morning before breakfast, anyway.

“Good morning, baby.” I kissed her forehead and fondled her breasts. I was going to have get an alarm or I was going to be late for work every day.

I had always relied on my internal alarm and never slept in. Today was no exception.

What I wanted to do when I woke up was going to create an issue if I could not practice self control.

“Are you going to be late for work?” She smiled but did not attempt to stop me.

“Not this morning, I don’t have to show up until after lunch. I’m not so sure about the rest of the week, though.”

I ran my hands through her soft golden hair that had fallen across her face.

“Maybe you should set your alarm earlier,” she teased.

My laugh was hearty and gruff. “Are you sure you are not a mind reader?” I asked. “I was thinking the exact same thing. I’ve never needed an alarm before.”

“Do you need help programming your cell?” She teased.

“No, I never bring my cell in here. I come to bed to sleep, not to work. I guess I’ll have to change that.

“I won’t mind getting acquainted with the town a little while you’re at work. I can pick up one of those small alarm clocks while I’m out.”

It wasn’t a question, more of a statement. Like it was something she did for me all the time. Run into town and pick something up.

“That sounds great.” I took a deep breath. “Do you think you might like to pick up a few thing to make the place more to your liking?”

“Did I give you the impression I didn't like your house?” She sounded shocked.

“I was thinking about what Haley’s note said. It could use a little color, for warmth.”

“We don’t need any more heat in the bedroom,” she laughed. “Maybe some throw pillows for the living room. What color would you like?”

“I was thinking you could buy them in your favorite color. When I get home, that will be one more thing I will know about you.”

I didn’t play games, never appreciated their worth. This was different, she was different.

I was going to enjoy learning all about her and teaching her all about me.

“I would like you to come with me today, see where I work, meet my business partner. The guy responsible for helping me get your shoe to market this fast.”

“You mean if we ever get out of this bed?” She pounced on top of me before I could protest. “It’s my turn on top,” she blushed. “Do you have any objections?”

“None whatsoever, baby, you do whatever you want.”

We discovered a few more tricks Mackenzie had learned from her book. I was anxious to get my hand on it and do a little reading myself.

Mackenzie had the foresight to suggest that she shower first and locked me out.

It had been a smart move. I knew if we entered the shower together, I would never make it to work today.

My muscles were taking their toll of the physical exertion I had been displaying. Despite the fact that I was in great shape, I was beginning to feel the burn.

A twinge of guilt hit me. How must Mackenzie be feeling? I hadn’t given her much time between sessions to recuperate. Could I go one day, one night, without having her writhing underneath me?

Without me being implanted into her so deep we were conjoined?

How does one ask a woman if she had been fucked so completely that she was sore?

I finished dressing and walked into the kitchen. She had never seen me dressed for work in my business suit, tie and impeccably shined shoes.

She looked up and met my eyes. I noticed her face flush and thought I saw her shiver.

I walked over and embraced her, leaning into her ear, I whispered, “Did you just…”

I didn’t have to finish the sentence. Her only reply was a short moan.

“You took my breath away.” She kissed me seductively. “I know people say that all the time, but you really took my breath away.”

I sat at the breakfast bar and she handed me a cup of coffee, “Strong and black.” I smiled, of course she knew how I liked my coffee.

She’d had several occasions in which to serve it to me that way.

“I would have made you breakfast, but you don’t seem to have a lot in your fridge.” She handed me a plate with toast. “I will pick up a few things when I’m out today. I want to cook you dinner.”

Again, she made it sound like we have been running this routine all our lives.

I felt the tightness in chest dissipated. A tightening that had been present since the morning I woke up with her in the cabin.

The possessiveness that had been plaguing me had disappeared and all that was left was a reassuring calm. A calm that she was finally living in my house. She would be shopping for groceries, cooking dinner.

I no longer needed to feel possessive. She was mine.

She followed me to work in her own truck. She wanted the freedom of being able to come and go as she pleased. I would have been happy to have her drive me to work and pick me up.

She reminded me she had planned on cooking dinner and asked what time to expect me home.

We entered the main office. I made no attempt to introduce Mackenzie to inquiring eyes.

I might not be as camera shy as my father where publicity and tabloids were concerned, but I still enjoyed my privacy.

“Good morning Sindy, is Aleksander in?”

“Yes, good morning, I hope you had a good weekend.”

Knocking first, I entered Aleksander’s office. Aleksander stood up from his desk and walked over to Mackenzie and held out his hand. “Mackenzie, I presume?” He raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

Mackenzie took his hand and confirmed her identity. “Nice to meet you,” she added.

I was concerned Aleksander had held her hand just a second longer than I would have liked. “You don’t have to charm her, buddy, your duties as my wingman are officially over.”

I hoped my voice did not project the jealousy I was feeling.

“My duties as your wingman ended the day I met Haley,” he snickered and returned to his seat.

“I would hope so.” A female voice from outside Aleksander’s office door resounded.

“Haley, I would like you to meet Mackenzie. Mackenzie, this is Aleksander’s lovely wife Haley.”

Haley walked over to where Mackenzie had her hand extended for a handshake and hugged her instead. “We’re practically family now,” then she looked up at me and softly noted. “The pink jasmine, good choice.”

She walked over to her husband and using his tie to bring his lips to hers, she kissed him. “It happens to be Aleksander’s favorite as well.”

I caught Mackenzie blushing having to witness the intimate action before her. I laced our fingers and brushed my thumb across her wrist. I would explain later the unashamed forwardness of Haley’s and Aleksander's affection for each other.

“Mackenzie is going to do a little shopping in town today and I have work to get to, so we’re off.”

“I sent you some updates on the launch, can you get back to me on your opinions later today?” Aleksander mentioned to me on my way out.

“Sure, I’ll make it my priority.” As Mackenzie and I walked out the door, we saw Haley close it and heard the click of the lock on the door.

Standing in the hallway, Mackenzie asked, “Are they…”

“Like rabbits in heat,” I confirmed.

“Here in the office?” she questioned as we entered my office.

I pinned her back against the door and turned the lock. “You bet they are. Jealous, baby?”

I caught her biting her bottom lip. Pressing my groin into her pelvis, I gave a small intimate growl and asked, “Here against the door?” Then I nuzzled the nape of her neck.

She arched her back and laid her head back against the door.

I lifted her and carried her to my desk. “How about here, on the desk?” I raised her skirt and ran my hand between her thighs.

Meanwhile, I kept her euphoric on passionate kisses.

“I have a really comfortable sofa right over there,” I enticed as I lifted her and moved her to the coach.

“Don’t you have work?” she panted between kisses.

I stared down at her swollen lips and protruding nipples. She was aroused and I knew I could convince her to stay.

I also knew if she did, I would not get any work done. If I wanted that shoe project completed before my birthday, it was best for her to leave.

I groaned as I lifted myself off the coach, taking her with me.

“I’m glad one of us is being sensible today. This isn’t over, just a reprieve. There will be other opportunities for us to take advantage of this lovely sofa,” I let her know. “Now get out before I change my mind.”

I walked her to the door, unlocked it and kissed her goodbye.

I held the kiss longer than I should have.

Was I really going to let her leave without christening my office properly?