Christopher“Leila, I’m not joking.”She grinned. “Okay, sure, I’ll pack a bag. Give me a minute.”She walked out of the living room, leaving me alone. I scanned the scant décor and wasn’t surprised there weren’t any pictures on the walls. It was all very sterile. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she was carrying a small carry-on type bag.“Ready?”“Yep, let’s go to dinner, or Niagara Falls,” she said with a wink.Obviously, she thought I was joking. I couldn’t wait to see her face when we showed up at the airport. I followed the signs to the right parking area. I reached in the back and grabbed my own overnight bag along with hers. I got out of the truck and opened her door for her. She made no move to get out.“Are you coming?”“You’re serious?” she gasped.“Yes.”She looked over my shoulder, staring at the airport beyond. I could see the nervousness on her face. “I’m not sure I should go in there,” she whispered.I leaned forward. “They’ll never know it was you.”“You k
LeilaI kissed him with wild abandon. Being with him was better than anything else in the world. Being with him ten-thousand feet above the earth or however high we were was intense. Every touch, every kiss felt far more powerful.He turned me away from him, my back to him. He slowly pulled the zipper of my dress down. His hands brushed over my shoulders as he pushed the dress forward. I let him undress me. The cool air brushed over my skin sending a wave of goosebumps over my body. He gently brushed the hair from my neck, pushing it over my shoulder to one side.When his mouth closed over the skin on my neck, I groaned with pure pleasure. He gently kissed before sucking the flesh into his mouth. His teeth clamped down, sending a mixture of pain and ecstasy down my spine. My head dropped forward. It was an open invitation for him to do the same to the rest of my neck.He obliged. Every kiss sent spasms rocking through my body. “You are the best at foreplay,” I whispered.“I could devo
LeilaI smiled, opening my eyes and looking into his. “Adonis,” I answered on a breath. “I’m thinking about Adonis.”He looked at me like I was crazy. “Come again?” he said with a hint of irritation.“You are my Adonis. You make me feel like Aphrodite. I imagine us on a bed of clouds, making love and experiencing all life has to offer.”He smiled, dropping a kiss on the tip of my nose. “You are my Aphrodite. You are beautiful and strong, and you bring out the best in me.”“Don’t stop,” I said. “Make love to me.”His blue eyes darkened, and he began to move once again. His strokes went deeper, his cock feeling bigger than ever. My body opened to him, welcoming him deep inside my very soul. I could feel his need growing with every thrust and jerked my hips to meet him halfway.He was breathing hard, chasing his orgasm and taking me along for the beautiful ride. My hands ran down his arms, squeezing the biceps that were straining under his own weight. I closed my eyes, memorizing every i
ChristopherThe limo I had hired was waiting for us at the airport when we landed. I loved watching how excited Leila got when she realized the limo was there for us. She hadn’t stopped smiling since we had taken off from Houston.“I feel like I’m in a dream,” she exclaimed as we sipped more champagne in the back of the limousine.“I’m happy you’re happy.”“Where are we going?” she asked staring out the dark window at the many lights of Buffalo, New York.“I’ve made reservations at a hotel in the city,” I told her.“When?” she asked with surprise.“About five minutes ago,” I said with a laugh. “Thankfully we aren’t in the peak season.”“You are sneaky! I didn’t even know you did that.”I winked. “I can’t reveal all of my secrets.”“This is incredible,” she whispered before turning to look at me again. “Truly, thank you for this. I’ve never done anything so spontaneous. This is crazy and awesome, and I feel like a kid taking my first trip to Disneyland.”“Have you been?” I asked.“Been
Christopher“Really. My girlfriends in college went down there quite a bit, but I never went. I was always working or studying.”I leaned forward. “All of that is about to change. I want to travel the world with you. I want you to be by my side as I see things for the first time. I want to see the look on your face when you see those same things.”She hesitated. “We’ll have to see.”“Leila, it’ll be on me. I don’t think I’ve really talked much about my financial status, but trust me, I can afford to go around the world a few times.”“I believe it. You’re so humble. You said before you haven’t always been wealthy?”I had to chuckle. “No. Definitely not. We were dirt poor growing up. I was broke when I married Carlie. My wealth is fairly new. I’m what you call new money.”She rolled her eyes. “That is so snobbish. Money is money.”“Rich people don’t feel that way. At least a few that I’ve encountered. They are not fond of rags to riches stories. They like the people that were born with
LeilaI woke up early and immediately felt guilty for passing out. I decided to wake him up with a special good morning treat to make up for leaving him hanging last night. He was a sweet man. I vaguely remembered him climbing into bed. I couldn’t explain why I was so tired, but I had gotten in the bed and my eyes were so heavy I could barely keep them open.He jerked awake when my mouth closed over the head of his cock. “Holy shit,” he breathed.I administered to him, bringing him to completion before making my way up his bare chest. I popped my head out from under the covers and smiled at him. “Good morning.”He smiled. “Fuck yeah it’s a good morning. Roll over.”I shook my head. “Nope. You promised me the falls. I’m dying to see it.”“Are you sure?” he asked in a husky voice. “It would only take a minute.” His hands ran over my sides, smoothed over my thighs and then back up.“I’m positive,” I assured him. “Let’s just say you owe me one,” I said with a laugh.“Let’s make it two.”“
LeilaChristopher’s words sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. He made it sound like we were still on the fence. I supposed we were, but it was hard not to want it all with him. I wanted him. I wanted to be with him but both of us still had one foot in the single lane.“I will always be here for you,” I managed to say.“Olin is a good kid,” he said before busting out a laugh. “I hear myself say that a lot. I think I might be trying a little too hard to convince myself.”“I doubt that. I didn’t get the feeling there was anything inherently evil about him. He’s a teenager. I’ve seen a lot worse. Olin seems like a kid trying to find his way.”He slowly nodded. “That’s my opinion as well. I want to help him, but I feel like every time I get him going down the right path, he jerks back.”“He’s independent, that’s a good thing.”“It reminds me of when he was younger, like a lot younger. He absolutely hated holding our hands when we were out somewhere. I used to get so angry. I w
ChristopherI was sad to be leaving the little piece of heaven we had created for ourselves, but hopeful there would be many more mini-vacations in our future. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders as we made our way through the hotel lobby. It seemed very natural to have her by my side. She fit perfectly. It was as if we’d been together for years instead of weeks.We settled into our seats on the plane, both of us a little subdued as was typical at the end of a vacation. The excitement of getting out of town was gone and the reality of going back to one’s real-life was settling in.“What else does Olin like?” she asked.“What do you mean?”She shrugged. “What are his interests? I don’t talk to a lot of teenagers. I want to be able to connect with him.”I chuckled. “If I knew that, I wouldn’t be struggling to connect with him.”She wrinkles her nose. “Okay, how about what I can’t talk to him about?”I slowly shook my head. “Leila, you’re an excellent conversationalist. You don’t need
LeilaHe looked at me and smiled but didn’t answer me. He parked the truck in the empty parking lot of the bar not far from the house. It was the same bar we had met up at on New Year’s Eve. Since moving in, we had become regulars at the bar, getting to know the staff very well.“Come on,” he said jumping out of the truck.“I don’t understand,” I said climbing out. “Isn’t everyone going to be waiting for us? You were the one who said we were going to be late. I don’t think we have time for a drink.”“Will you just come on,” he said. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the door. I noticed all the lights were off.“Christopher, they’re closed.”He pushed open the unlocked door, which seemed very odd to me. We walked into the bar. There was a flash of lights and a cacophony of surprises echoing around me. I clapped my free hand over my mouth, taking in the huge banner that said congratulations, and the hundreds of twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling.“Oh my God,” I gasped.“Surp
LeilaOne year laterI reviewed the admissions essay for another potential student. I loved reading the essays—most of the time. Some were absolute garbage, but the majority warmed my heart. I loved reading about the struggles and triumphs of the young people who wanted to attend our school for their educational needs. I always felt like we were the ones being interviewed.Students had thousands of options and when they applied to our school, I felt like we should be proud they had chosen us from the thousands. It had been a long year and the university was still recovering from the scandal that the dean’s extortion had brought on. I felt like we were making headway. It was being talked about less and less and I was hoping by this time next year, it would be a distant memory.My position as associate dean was implemented as a prevention method. Dean Johnson had been allowed to run unchecked, which made him feel invincible. Now, our new dean had me. It was a system of checks and balanc
Leila“You’re going to kill me if you keep doing that,” I told him with a shaky voice.“I love watching you come apart in my arms,” he said before angling his hips and pushing the head of his cock into my opening.I closed my eyes. Two orgasms and no penetration had left me slick and swollen. He pushed, gently probing my opening with his cock. “You’re tight and swollen,” he breathed out the words on a painful breath.“I’m ready,” I told him, looking directly into his eyes.He pushed himself a little deeper inside. Both of us sucked in a breath as powerful sensations rocked through our bodies. He held himself up on shaking arms before sliding inside a little bit at a time. I couldn’t breathe. I felt like our souls were joining. I could feel his essence merging with mine. We stared into each other’s eyes, the joining nearly complete.The last inch of his thick cock filled me. My eyes dropped closed, wanting to lock in all the sensations I was feeling right then. I felt a tear slide down
LeilaHis sweet kiss sparked a hot fire within. He loved me. I had probably repeated the phrase in my head a hundred times since he said it. He loved me. A sexy, beautiful, kind man loved me. I didn’t think it was possible. I was convinced I wasn’t worthy for so long. I never imagined I could ever experience true love with a man that checked all the boxes.“Maybe we should go upstairs?” I whispered against his lips.“I think that sounds like a very good idea. Go ahead and go up while I lock up down here.”I headed upstairs, running my hand along the banister and imagined us going up to bed together every night. We hadn’t talked about any of that, but I realized in that moment, I was ready for the real deal. I went into his room, turned on the fireplace and shut off the lights. I stripped out of the clothes I wore for our night out and crawled onto the bed naked as the day I was born. I did my best to pose in a seductive fashion, waiting for him to come in.I heard his footsteps on the
ChristopherLeila nodded, still sipping the wine. I knew the look on her face. She was in deep thought about something. I waited for her to say what it was.“And you?” she finally asked. “Will you be picking up where you left off with your classes?”I sighed. It was something I had been thinking about quite a bit. I had to do a lot of introspection into my life and what I wanted. “No.”She turned to look at me. “Really? You can’t let one bad dean ruin your idea of a good education. I promise, he does not represent the entire school. The rest of the professors are great—most of them.”I smiled. “It has nothing to do with the dean. It’s about me.”“You don’t want to go to college?”I shook my head. “Not anymore. I don’t need to. I was looking for something. I found it. There are other things I would prefer to do with my time.”“What were you looking for?” she asked.“I was looking for understanding. I needed assurance that things were okay for Carlie.”She looked confused. “I’m not sure
ChristopherI grabbed Leila’s hand and pulled her towards the mini Ferris wheel. She was giggling, resisting at first but eventually following along. We climbed in the seat and were quickly buckled in before the car started to move forward while the next couple boarded.“I don’t know if I like heights,” she told me.“I guess we’re about to find out,” I answered.She was smiling big. “This is nuts.”“This is fun. Look, there’s Olin!”“Olin!” she shouted his name, waving her arms.Olin looked up at us and grinned, waving back as the car went up a little higher. It wasn’t long before the ride began to move, taking us high above the fair. We had done dinner and happened to see the rides and tents set up. It was irresistible. Even Olin had been on board to come along.Once the ride was over, we made our way over to the bumper cars where we were supposed to meet Olin. “He looks like he is having a good time,” Leila commented.I watched Olin laughing as he rammed a young woman in another car
LeilaChristopher nodded. “Yes. He never wanted to get another degree. His wife made him go undercover. There is a camera in the dean’s office. He knew it was there, so all the video they’ve obtained will be legal to use against him.”“Why would he commit a felony on camera?”He grinned. “Because he thought it didn’t work. I have a feeling he purposely broke it. It was fixed and the police have been monitoring him. Today when I went in there, he asked me again for money.”I let out a breath. “Holy shit. I don’t even know what to say. This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard.”He laughed. “I know. I was in shock. I wasn’t sure if I was going to get arrested.”“I can’t believe Alan never told us!” I said a little irritated.“He couldn’t. He didn’t want to risk me acting different or saying the wrong thing. They had to let it play out.”I shook my head. “I almost quit. If they hadn’t busted him when they did, I would have quit for nothing. Wait, the police know it was me?”“Alan knows
LeilaI tossed another file folder into the box. I was taking everything that was my personal property. My lesson plans and my research were mine. I wasn’t about to leave them behind for someone else to poach. I had put in the time and energy into creating my lectures and tests. They were my personal property and if the dean tried to stop me, I’d give him hell.I threw in the answer sheet to the multiple-choice test as well. My replacement would have to grade the tests sitting on my desks without the answer sheet. It was my way of thumbing my nose at the institution. I found myself angry. I wasn’t even sad. I was pissed.I had come back to campus thinking I could just pick up where I had left off. I couldn’t. I realized I would never feel secure in my job. I would always be looking over my shoulder, waiting for the dean to surprise me with an accusation or an insinuation.I thought about how he had tried to blackmail Christopher and realized he was not the kind of man I wanted to work
ChristopherThe detective left, leaving me and Alan alone in the office. I stared at Alan, absolutely dumbfounded. “What the hell?”Alan laughed. “Sorry I had to keep you in the dark, but we needed this all to play out just right.”“We? Who is we?”“The cops. My wife. Me.”I studied him carefully. “Who are you?”“I am who I say I am, but I did not sign up for more classes because I’m interested in pursuing any more education. The last thing I want to do in my golden years is study and take tests while hanging out with a bunch of kids. My wife made me do it.”“Made you do what?” I asked feeling like I had skipped several chapters in a book and was missing the bulk of the story.“Go undercover,” he said with a grin.“As an old guy in college?”“I’ve been talking to students and trying to get information on the dean. Almost a year ago, a young man from an affluent family came to my wife and asked for help. As it turns out, the dean had been extorting him for months. He pulled the same sh