It was a long, lonely ride back to land.
Of course, while I did feel lonely, I wasn’t alone. I was flanked on either side by two big men, silently sitting on either side of me. Under normal circumstances, I might try to strike up a conversation. However, the way they stared straight ahead, not checking me out even once, told me that it would be a bad idea.
So I stared at my own hands, bound in handcuffs, and wondered what would happen to me. Other than the first guy who had searched me, nobody had even spoken to me yet.
It was a short ride back to shore, so I didn’t have too much time to think about my fate. When the boat stopped, I was helped out by the two guards next to me.
They handed me over to two officers from the New York Police Department. These two did take the time to check me out, but I didn’t feel any safer with them. I did see the Coast Guard guys hand them my purse. I turned red, thinking about the lingerie still inside.
It was
woke several times that night, expecting to find a text from Carter, but nothing came. At last, at seven AM, after only a few hours of sleep, I flipped on my TV to the news. To my surprise, there was nothing on the news about the arrest at sea. Somehow, even though I didn’t see any cameras around, I felt like it should have been more high-profile than it was. I’d have to rush to get to work on time, but I hadn’t taken a shower last night. Not only did I feel dirty from the interrogation room, but I also had the smells of the ocean on me still. Not to mention the fact that Carter and I had sex and I hadn’t been able to clean myself from that. During my shower, I heard my phone go off a couple times, but I didn’t think anything of it. Finally, when I got out, I saw a message from Maddy. You’re the unknown woman, aren’t you? At first, I didn’t have any idea what she was talking ab
I moaned as he pulled my shirt down. Well, more like squealed. “Carter, what has gotten into you?” I asked. At first, he didn’t answer. He just gave me more kisses and pawed at my front. He felt my tits through my shirt, grabbimg at me. I finally had to shove him off of me. He just grinned at me, though. “What’s the matter? Don’t you like sneaking around a little bit?” I pulled my blouse back up over my shoulder. “You’re laying it on a little thick, don’t you think?” He shrugged. I could see his smile fading a little bit. “I’m just kinda stressed out over this investigation. How are you holding up, by the way?” I shrugged. “I’m glad it’s not my face all over the news.” He grimaced. “Yeah. I’m used to the spotlight, but I am glad you’ve been spared from it this time. That’s why I had us meet down here. I wanted to get some release earlier, but I do think someone’s listening to my office.” I crossed my arms. “And this roo
Getting our clothes on after sex was a bit more of a somber affair than usual. Carter didn’t even look at me while I readjusted my clothes, making sure that I didn’t look like I was just fucked in the conference room by the boss. When I finally thought I looked presentable, at least on the way to the Ladies Room, I walked over to him. He was still buttoning the buttons on his dress shirt, so I leaned in close to him, put my hands over his, and finished buttoning up his shirt for him. He smiled warmly. “Thanks, Jane.” I was glad it made him happy. “Anything else you need from me, sir?” I asked. His eyes flared a little bit at the use of the wordsir, and I made sure to remember that for later. But then, it looked like he remembered something, and he nodded his head. “Have you told anyone you were on my boat last night?” he asked. I thought back to Maddy’s text messages with me this morning. Without meaning to, I had pretty
I went back to my desk and got to work. There had to be something clearing my name, Carter’s name, and the entire company. But how was I supposed to articulate that I had shorted a stock based on the numbers I saw that they hadn’t figured out yet.I could write down exactly what I had seen, so I started on a report I knew would span several pages. In the end, though, I had gone with my gut. Carter had made the pick because he had faith in me, and I had been right, but it was hard to put all that into words.After a couple of hours, I got another email from Carter’s secretary. “Mr. Carter needs to see you in his office right away.”My heart sank. He wasn’t just calling me up there for another fuck.***I gulped nervously as Carter’s secretary opened the door for me. Carter was sitting at his desk. He didn’t look happy to see me.I remembered what he had written earlie
“It’s me. Open up.” Part of me was excited that Carter actually came to see me. Part of me was still mad that he sent me home from work. Allof me didn’t want him to see the current state of my apartment. It was a mess. “Why should I?” I asked, quickly picking up a handful of dirty clothes and putting them in a hamper. “Because I want to apologize. I tried to call, but you didn’t pick up. I really do have pizza.” I smiled. I could use some pizza right about now. “Should you be seen with me right now?” I asked as I sealed up the ice cream and put it back in the freezer. “Uh, hello? I know you looked through the peephole. Didn’t you see my awesome disguise?” I laughed. “A hat? That’s your disguise?” “And a pizza. Don’t forget the pizza.” My tummy rumbled, even though I had just been shoveling ice cream into it. “How could I forget the pizza?” “So let me in before someone really does r
After beckoning to Carter in my sexy purple lingerie, I didn’t expect to wait long after beckoning him for him to react. He didn’t disappoint me. He had his hands around me before I even got to the bed. I moaned as I felt his lips connect with my neck from behind. His hands grabbed my hips, roughly bringing my ass toward his crotch. I could feel him getting hard already. This would be our third time having sex in 24 hours, but he showed no signs of losing any of his stamina. He turned me around quickly and looked at my body. I could feel him appraising me, but I didn’t mind. His looks, always so intense, made me feel even more beautiful than his touches did. And, especially in this outfit, I knew he’d like what he saw. He licked his lips. “I knew this would look stellar on you,” he said. His eyes moved up and down, but eventually settled on my chest. I smiled. The lacy fabric was just short of see-through, and I knew he could see my excited nipples poking thr
My heart had been racing just a minute ago as Carter had pounded into my body. It had calmed down as we laid there in post-coital bliss, but now it was pounding so hard that I thought it would fly out of my chest.He laid there, looking at me like he didn’t understand what I said. My breathing had stopped and I found it even harder to speak than before, but I managed to repeat what I said. “I’m pregnant.”He swallowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded my head. “I took a pregnancy test.”I braced myself for his next questions.Are you sure it’s mine? Didn’t you say you were on birth control? Are you trying to trap me?I knew I had to give him a few minutes for this to sink in, and I vowed not to hold it against him that he had these questions.His hand moved to my tummy, touching me through the see-through fabric of the purple lingerie. Then he pushed the fabric up my body, press
I walked into the doctor’s office with a mixture of hope and dread. Hope because I’d finally be able to share the news with somebody else that I was pregnant. Dread because of all the things that would follow. Still, I had to be brave. It was all part of the plan. I had promised Carter that I’d go to the doctor’s office, and he got to pick the doctor. It still seemed a bit too patriarchal to me, but I’d go with it for now. I hadn’t been to the doctor since I had moved to New York City. This doctor’s office was right between the building for Winthrow Financial and Times Square. I could only imagine what the rent was on a place like this. It was late, almost 8 PM, so I expected the office to be dark. It was lit up like it was open 24 hours a day. The receptionist area was like any other, but I could tell that it catered to a wealthier clientele than I was used to. Everything about it seemed to scream “boutique”. I walked to the receptionist and gave her