Shawn moves faster at a merciless pace. The pleasure beneath my skin bursts. My quivering fingers clutch Shawn's thighs, nails digging into his skin as my back arches like a bow. Myeyes roll to the back of my head.My mind becomes lost in a fog.As it starts to fade, I realize Shawn is still moving. My body is out of strength but he still has his, his thrusts even more forceful now. Then he starts to tremble.He propels his cock inside me and buries it deep in a final thrust as his body grows taut. His hands grip my knees. His features contort in pleasure as he grunts.Then he falls silent. For a moment, he stares at me as he catches his breath and waits for his muscles to uncoil. Then he pulls his cock out of me and lies down beside me.I don't move. As the heat from my skin evaporates and my thoughts clear, I realize what I've done - again - and unlike last time, I don't know what to do next. This is my room, so I can't leave. Is Shawn going to?Finally, he gets off the bed. He gla
"More!" Felicity screams as she grips my shoulders and moves her hips against the fingers I have inside her. "Harder! Deeper!"I grin as I look at her flushed face, at the tears clinging to her long lashes, at the swollen, parted lips that her strained voice is spilling out from.To think that when we first started, she was trying so hard to be quiet. She was embarrassed and trying to hide it. She was a virgin, yearning for pleasure but not knowing how to ask for it.Ashamed to ask for it. Afraid she didn't deserve it. Afraid she'd disappoint me, even though I never saw that as a possibility.That feels like ages ago.Yesterday, as soon as I kissed her, she gave in. Earlier, all I had to do was brush my fingers against her thigh, whisper something in her ear, and she practically threw herself at me.She planted her mouth on top of mine and pushed her tongue inside my mouth, even though she had never kissed any man before me. She unbuttoned my shirt and took off her own blouse and skir
I let out a breath against her navel and then plant a kiss on it.She sucks in her stomach but doesn't make a sound. Okay. Not there. I rub my lips against her ribs next. To my surprise, Felicity giggles.That's something I haven't heard before. And I like it.I lick that same spot and Felicity twitches and squirms. She gasps and giggles. I guess I hit the jackpot."Stop!" Felicity screams mid-giggle.I mischievously give just one more lick before stopping. Then I move on.I find myself staring at her underwear, the front moist. I know if I take it off and lick her there I'll get a wild reaction for sure, but I decide to save that for later. I move my mouth to the inside of her thigh and suck the soft flesh. I slide my lips a few inches lower, and she gasps again before giving a soft giggle.I've found another ticklish spot. Not as ticklish as the other one, but still worth noting.Before she can beg me to stop, I move on to her knees. Just like her armpits, the backs of her knees seem
I'm in love with Shawn.As I walk by his side on the trail up to the top of Uetliberg, my heart won't stay still. My eyes keep wandering over to his face, to those sublime features that have long been appearing in my dreams, and each time our gazes meet by accident, my breath catches. I look away quickly,before he can see my cheeks blazing, then smile to myself. The same whenever my hand brushes unintentionally against his.I'm in love.I thought I just had a grown woman crush. It started out as piqued curiosity, interest in a man with good looks and impressive credentials, which spiked when I first met him and saw how much hotter he looked in a suit in person. That turned into admiration after I started working for him. How could I not admire someone who works so hard day after day, who makes difficult decisions without breaking a sweat, who keeps his shoulders straight when they're carrying the weight of the world?Then, because I am a grown woman, some of that became lust. I tried
It is.A sausage and cheese salad.Salt-crusted rack of lamb. And now, a raspberry and spiced rose meringue parfait with whipped cream, a drizzle of chocolate syrup and thin honey biscuits on top. I pick one up and marvel at the design on it. It looks like a bouquet of flowers."It's called a tirggel," Shawn informs me. "Traditionally, they're baked during Christmas with designs of old buildings, knights and horse-drawn carriages."Interesting.I take a bite out of it and get a loud crunch. It's a little too hard for my liking, but it does taste good."You should see Zurich at Christmas," Shawn says. "It's beautiful.""I can imagine." I gather some of the whipped cream with the rest of the biscuit and pop it into my mouth. "I've never been anywhere but home forChristmas."For the past two years, I spent the holidays alone at my apartment, which I don't want to think about."In fact, I've hardly been anywhere.""Oh, you'll get around," Shawn tells me before taking a sip from his glass
Suddenly, the boy cries. The dog goes back to him and licks his face. Shawn approaches him, too, but backs off when two adults arrive. I'm guessing they're his parents.They talk in German but only briefly, the child's parents in a hurry to whisk him and the dog away. Shawn lets out a sigh.I stand by his side and touch his arm. "Are you okay?"He says nothing. He doesn't look okay. In fact, he seems upset. Is it because the dog's gone?I squeeze his arm. "Hey. It's fine. You can get a Samoyed when you get back to Chicago."He can probably afford a hundred of them."I don't have time for a dog," he replies.Right. If I don't have time to take care of a dog, Shawn has even less."Well, at least you were able to pet this one," I say. "And he seemed to really like you."Or was it a she? I wasn't able to tell."But the boy cried."I look at Shawn with arched eyebrows. Is that what he's worried about?"That wasn't your fault," I tell him.He doesn't look convinced. In fact, he looks like h
Shawn doesn't give any further details about the call as we walk to the car, or during the ride back to the hotel. I don't ask because he looks troubled enough. I haven't seen him this troubled in a while.When we get to the hotel, I follow him straight to our floor. Ryker is waiting in the hallway. They disappear inside his room. I wait outside and pace the floor.I know I look like someone in a hospital corridor, restlessly waiting for an update on surgery. I should probably go to my own room.Whatever Shawn is dealing with, I don't think I'll be able to help him. Still, I can't help but worry. I want to make sure he's alright.Or at least that he will be.Please let everything be alright.After what feels like an eternity, the door opens. I hold my breath, hoping to see Shawn and talk to him, but it's Ryker who comes out."Is everything okay? I ask him.If I can't get an update from the surgeon himself, maybe I can get one from the other doctor in the room."No," he answers. "There
This is a fucking mess.I slam the lid of my laptop shut and lean back on the couch. Then I rub my temples as I contemplate the current situation.The acquisition of Odermatt Corp. is on hold, thanks to that fucking employee who disappeared with the company's program files, including Simone Odermatt's original code. No one knows where he is or what he's planning to do with the files. We don't even know if he did this all on his own or if he's working with someone, possibly another company. If it's the latter, we screwed. There won't be any point in continuing with the acquisition.Odermatt Corp. might even shut down while another company rises because of their hard work. If that company turns out to be one of the handful that have been trying to bring down Colby Holdings for the past several years — and I know some of them were interested in Odermatt Corp, too — the problem will be even bigger.One of our major stakeholders, an elderly fellow named Reuben called just to chew my head o
The weeks passed, and after confirmation from the doctor, they set to work decorating one of the rooms into a nursery. They went for neutral colors and gave Logan free rein to help them decorate. He had an artistic eye, and Norman loved seeing the boy come out of his shell. During the decorating of the nursery, it sank in that he was going to have a baby.They were going to have a tiny little life in their hands. It wasn't about being a father, or for Sasha a mother, as they already felt that way for Logan. He'd spoken with Sasha about it, and she had the same thoughts and fears as he did.Norman knew he hadn't made a mistake with Sasha. Not only did he love her, but she was a fantastic mom, and she knew exactly what to say and do to help Logan along the way. Therewere moments, late at night, where he'd still have nightmares.She never once shouted at him. Instead, she'd nurture him, and love him.Once the nursery was complete, they went shopping, letting Logan pick some of the stuff
Two weeks after purchasing the house, they had Logan officially adopted. Norman took as much time away from the office as he could. Sasha went to the office between school hours, completing his work for him. He didn't want her to hire anyone else. Another two weeks after they had Logan, their house was available, and they moved in on that weekend. Her parents came to help as much as they could.They looked after Logan while she and Norman organized movers. They had her mother's slow-cooked pulled pork for dinner rather than have takeout.For an entire weekend, they got the house exactly as they wanted, starting with the bedrooms, and bathroom. Time seemed to move quickly but smoothly where life just played out.Logan came out of his shell, and completely animated their lives. She loved him like he was her own son. He talked constantly about what he loved, which bands he enjoyed listening to. It was fun getting to find out what food he liked as well. He didn't like broccoli, which was
Norman watched as Sasha kissed Logan's cheek, wrapping him up in his new jacket. Each time they brought him back to the foster home, the harder it was to leave him behind.There had been a snag with the adoption, but Shannon was dealing with it.There had to be an assessment done on Logan to make sure he wanted to live with them.Their backgrounds had come back fine, and Shannon assured him it was just down to paperwork. One department needing to talk to another, and rather than phone calls, they had to do it in paper. He was used to problems like this.Logan threw his arms around Sasha, holding her close.She was so beautiful, and she took his breath away. They had been together for a little over a month now. A month of being married, and he loved her ever more.Shannon nodded at him, taking hold of Logan's hand as Sasha came back to him."I hate this. I hate leaving him.""We'll have him soon. I've already got my lawyers working on speeding up the process." He handed her some leafle
Sasha watched as Norman spoke with his clients. It had been a week since he'd asked her about Logan. Things were moving slowly with Logan, but Shannon was reassured that they would be able to have him by next week. Until then, they both went and visited, getting Logan used to them.The boys with Logan weren't angry or upset that he was coming home with them. In fact, they were damn happy. She was shocked by the love the boys showed Logan, and she was proud.The workplace gossip had died down now. No one was whispering behind their hands, looking at them, and laughing. It was the laughter she'd hated more than anything. Norman wouldn't let them hide their relationship anymore, and for that she was glad. She'd never enjoyed hiding that part of herself, and it never felt natural for her to."Here you go," Lottie said, interrupting her."So sorry, I was away in a different land there," she said, taking the mail from her."Marriage must really suit you.""Why do you say that?""You're pract
"Norman, this is my mom and dad, Emma and Harold Miller," Sasha said.The two people were a lot older than Norman imagined, but he saw that they were loving, caring people. The kindness in their eyes showed through. While he'd been participating in this yearly event of torture, "taste the food", he'd noticed her parents arrive. The care they gave to each child was something he admired."Hello, it's great to meet you," he said."It's about damn time we met you. Been married for what? A month or so, and we're only getting to meet you now. It's a disgrace.""Dad, stop it," Sasha said, chuckling. "We've been busy, and we both know you'd have needed to calm down before you could even accept him into your life.""Yeah, well, a father is still allowed to be ... annoyed."Norman smiled as he noticed Harold hesitated before saying something, making sure kids didn't hear any cussing words.According to Shannon, the event was a roaring success. Norman would double, maybe even triple, his donatio
That Saturday, Sasha stayed beside Norman, holding onto his arm as they were surrounded by congratulations. She didn't miss the questioning looks that some were throwing their way. There was no mistaking their confused thoughts. They were all wondering why he was with her.Norman, though, he was so different. The kids from over ten different foster homes in the area had turned up at the school for a day of fun. Every year Norman would donate money to the school so that he could host these events. The previous four years she had stayed in the background, playing her part but never really getting too close.This year was different. Norman grabbed her arm, holding up their hands, and announcing to the whole event that they were husband and wife. He didn't address anyone but the kids."Kids, listen up. Something is a little different this year. You see this beautiful lady by my side?""She's your PA," one kid said."Now she's my wife. Sasha accepted my proposal.""Does that mean you're in
Later that night, Norman was waiting for Sasha to finish in the shower. He would join her, but he had plans with her, and he intended to carry them out. After he'd escorted her to the human resources department for the two of them to change their marital status, and also her name, his building was humming with gossip.Martha and Lottie took the time to stop by her desk to ask about the details of what was going on. When she had looked toward him, he'd gone to help her, letting them know that they couldn't stop love.Norman stared at his reflection in one of the mirrors, and then stared down at his wedding band.Love.He'd never felt it before in his life. The people in his world didn't deserve love, and he didn't really believe in it either. At least, he hadn't.No, he didn't love Sasha.Love was just an element of control that people used.He believed in sex.Sasha came out of the bathroom dressed in a towel."Why did you take my nightshirt?""Why would I want you dressed?" He ran hi
"Please tell me he's a meat eater?" her mother, Emma, asked."Yes, Norman likes meat."Sasha sat outside of the office building, eating a sandwich. Norman was on a very important conference call. She made sure he had some lunch and decided to eat hers outside on one of the walls, watching the hustle and bustle of the city life go by."Good, good. I have no problem with people being vegetarian, or whatever they want to call it. Just not for me. A meal is not a meal without some meat.""There are a lot of people who will disagree. I like vegetarian food. You should make the lasagna. Amazing."She heard her mother's scoff. "Can you imagine me feeding Harold a vegetarian lasagna?""Nope. Dad wouldn't talk to you for weeks.""Now that you say that, I may just make it for him."Sasha started laughing. Her mother and father loved each other very much. "How much does he know of... my arrangement?""He knows everything, sweetie. You know I don't keep things like that from your father."Sasha g
One glorious week had passed. Norman stared out of his office window, and couldn't keep the smile from his face. He was married, and slowly, he was moving Sasha into his place. Their wedding hadn't been a big deal.No white dress, no flowers, no guests. Like Sasha wanted, they'd gone down to the courtrooms during a break, and simply gotten married, signed the paperwork, sealed it all up, and he'd placed a ring on her finger. It had to be one of the coldest moments of his life. Then he recalled Sasha's smile, and nothing had been cold about that day. They all had to make sacrifices, and she was giving up her life to be with him.There had been a few minor setbacks. She didn't want anyone to know that he was married in the office, so the ring he wore was around his neck attached to a necklace. Sasha wouldn't wear her ring either, which pissed him the fuck off.She belonged to him. They were in the process of making a baby together, and they were husband and wife. It would only be a matt