He leans back in his chair and tugs me onto his lap. He hugs me to him and reaching round me he grabs the keyboard. I watch as he deletes the memo he was sending and instead started to type up an email invitation. I watch as the words appeared on the screen.
To all Westbrook Inc. Employees,
I’d like to formally announce my engagement to Miss Natalie Empire. My future wife and I would like to invite you all to our engagement dinner at the end of the month as we’ll be sharing our love with the people who mean the most to us. If anyone has any objections I suggest you keep them to yourselves.
Before I could protest on the last comment he writes, he presses send. I close my eyes and laugh. “I can’t believe you did that?”
He turns me around, forcing me to straddle him as I face him. “I told you no one was going to ruin what was mine. And you are mine, Natalie. If they don’t like it, they can leave. I’ll fight a million lawsuits as long as I get to have you at the end.”
“You’re crazy!”
“About you, fuck yeah! Now they can’t say anything. Because what they saw were two lovers having the most incredible sex of their lives, nothing else. You shouldn’t be afraid or ashamed my sweet girl. You should be proud that you have a man who can satisfy you in every way possible.”
I laugh heartily. “You are crazy. But you’re my kind of crazy and I love you Mack Westbrook!”
I lower my head, my mouth a breath away from him. I gingerly run my tongue between his lips and he let me kiss him. His control only lasts a few minutes before he has his lips molded on mine and he didn’t let me go until he made sure everyone hears me moaning his name.
One year later
“Oh! Oh my! Oh my God, Mack! I love it so much!”
Natalie twirls around in the small room set off the side of our bedroom. It had taken me months to get the nursery ready for her. Now, instead of shouts of ecstasy, I was receiving shouts of happiness.
We needed happiness in our life and ever since she told me the baby was coming I made it a point to make sure our life was at peace, especially after everything we’d gone through. Barney had been found guilty, but we took pity on the older man and didn’t press for any charges despite what he did. The court on the other hand, sentenced him to five years of time behind bars for blackmail and sexual harassment. There was absolutely nothing we could do to stop it. Several of the women he’d threatened had come forward and they wanted justice, rightfully so.
In the midst of all this, after I announced our engagement, we threw a large gathering and invited all of the employees. By that time, the news of Barney’s arrest had spread, and the gossip had quickly died down. They all knew better than to mess with the owner’s fiancée, let alone his wife. In spite of the fact that I begged her not to, Natalie still left the company. She said it was best not to mix business with pleasure, especially since I wouldn’t let her leave my office unless it was absolutely necessary. She decided to go back to school and finish up her masters in International Business. I couldn’t say no to her. And even though she wasn’t around during the day, every night I made sure to show her just how much I missed her.
We had gotten married in the Spring. The wedding was not extravagant by any means, on the contrary it was a small affair, just our loved ones. It’s what Natalie had wanted and I would give her the world if she asked for it. We had moved into a larger apartment in Chelsea just a few months ago and I had insisted on painting and designing the baby’s room myself. I was actually quite proud of my handyman abilities, and seeing my wife’s delighted expression was all the thank you I needed.
I quickly make my way to her and wrap my arms around my very pregnant wife, nuzzling her neck, knowing it drove her crazy when I did that.
“I’m glad you like it baby.”
She moans and presses her sweet ass against my crotch. My dick immediately jumps to attention, ready to satisfy her needs. There wasn’t a day I didn’t have her moaning and bouncing off my cock. Pregnancy had made her incredibly horny and she’d been insatiable the last few months. I spent hours of my day between her legs making her cum. Not that I was complaining, but lately she’d been upset that I wasn’t taking her harder.
She turns around and starts yanking at my belt. “Baby, we’ve got to go slow.”
“But I really want to thank my husband,” she pouts sexily. And soon she has my cock in her hands and she lowers herself onto her knees before me. Of course, she had to lean on me to do it, but the outcome was sexy nonetheless. My eight-month pregnant wife was stroking her clit and cumming as she suckled at my balls.
As she moans around my shaft, I slide myself out of her mouth and position myself behind her. I stroke her back softly and she arches back, begging me to fill her. As I enter her I clench my jaw. She immediately had a vice grip on me as her sensitive pussy orgasmed from my penetration. I swear, pregnant sex was the hottest most intense sex ever. I run my hands across her soft, round globes as I slide my cock inside her.
“Do it harder, Mack,” she whines. “I could barely feel you.”
I slap one of her cheeks and she shouts as she comes again. “Is that so? Your pussy is telling me she’s loving this, Beautiful. Who should I listen to?”
“Oh God! Please, Mack! Please!”
She starts rocking herself back into me and I couldn’t help but please my horny wife. I plunge into her in hard rigid strokes.
“You’re such a naughty mommy, Beautiful.” I smack her ass, watching it jiggle as she bucks against me. I fuck her hard and deep like she wants and she goes wild against me. She meets me thrust for thrust and I quickly reach around her thighs to find her needy little bud. Flicking it she starts to cry out my name as another orgasm swept over her. Her pussy clenches and contracts around me and I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.
“Again, Mack! Do it again!”
I grip her hips and thrust inside of her, being careful of her even though she was wild with need. I rub against her back hole and she screams again. This time her orgasm lasts longer, and it milks my cock as I finally release myself inside of her. She shudders against me as she sexily grinds her hips along my pelvis.
Suddenly she spasms and warmth seeps from her thighs. I slid out of her as she cried out in pain.
“What is it, baby?” I strok her back and her bright blue eyes grew.
Holding her belly, she looks up at me in desperation. “I think it’s time!”
“Are you sure?” I try to breathe, remaining calm for her.
“Yes! My water just broke!”
I give her a wolfish smile, joking as a method to easing her discomfort. “Damn! I’m that good, huh?”
“Mack!” She swats at my arm and groans.
I grin from ear to ear as I lift her in my arms. I kiss her forehead and she laughs and grimaces as she tells me to hurry. Our baby boy was about to be born and as I look down at my radiant wife, I didn’t think I could be any happier.
My best friend Sofia knows I haven’t been on a date in over a year now. That's why she set me up with this guy I've never even met before.
I've never been on a blind date, but this time, I'm willing to make an exception, because Sofia has praised this man and made him sound almost unreal.
My date is inside the restaurant right now, and as soon as I get out of this car and walk in there, I will be faced with someone who may potentially be an asshole, a total catch, or a boring loser. I'll take what I can get, seeing as I've been so busy lately with medical school that I haven't even had time to use my toys, let alone date a whole person.
I honestly can't remember the last time I had an orgasm.
And, if this date doesn't go well, I've got a four-week break before I begin my preceptorships—enough time for me to peruse the city and find more dates.
The road to becoming a physician is not easy, especially not on my love life, so risks I simply will have to take.
I pull down the mirror to check my reflection. My lips are a respectable red with the
lipstick I applied earlier, and my short blonde hair is elegantly styled. I'm wearing a black pencil skirt and a blue blouse. Simple, yet elegant.
I open the car door and step out. The summer wind of New York City is already daring me to get back inside my car where it's cooler. Clearing my throat, I walk slowly toward the door of the restaurant, taking a deep breath before I pull it open.
The AC-filled air of the sophisticated space feels welcoming on my skin and nose, and I inhale deeply, breathing in the rich scent of Italian food and wine.
“Hi, welcome. I'm Kelly. Do you have a reservation?” the hostess greets me.
“Yes, but I believe my date is already here,” I reply as I look around. Every table looks to be fully occupied by either couples or business partners, except for one very last table near a nearly-hidden section of the restaurant. A discreet man has his back to us as he looks down at his phone. The area around him is empty, as if everyone else knows he’s an important person and has left it all to him.
I point to the dark-haired man in a suit, even if I can't see his face. “I think that's him.”
“Are you Taylor Middle?”
I raise a brow, showing my surprise that she didn’t have to look at the clipboard in her hand to say my name, as if she was told to memorize it. Odd, but okay.
I nod at her, confirming.
The hostess nods back, then signals to someone from afar who I don’t quite see as she lets me pass. “Your dining companion awaits,” she adds with an all-knowing smile as I walk past her, muttering a thank-you.
I brace myself. As I’ve mainly been focusing on my schooling and medical career, looking good hasn’t been on my mind much, but tonight, I’m wearing heels especially for this occasion, knowing they make my legs look endless and should help me to entice my date in a way I haven’t had any interest in doing for a long while now.
I’m stopped by two men who seem to appear out of nowhere to stand in front of me.
“Sorry?” I ask with a frown, as I look up at the intimidating men with earpieces hanging from their ears. They tower over me and I have to swallow and exhale deeply to keep a panic from coming up.
“Do you mind, Miss Middle?” one of them asks politely, showing me what to do with simple gestures.
Confused but nonetheless accommodating, I raise my arms and one of them takes my purse from me. As I wait, standing there while one of the mountain men touches me all over my tight blouse and skirt and even takes off my heels, I watch my mysterious date in the corner and he doesn’t budge. It's as if he doesn't want his face shown.
Who is he? And why is all of this necessary just to approach him?
Is he that paranoid that he brings these two giants to his rendezvous just so they can search his dates? I would understand a bodyguard...but this is simply too much. This man is only an inch away from pulling down my underwear just to see inside!
I look to my side just as the other man starts placing my belongings back into my purse after studying each and every item. Yeah, because this is a Hollywood spy movie and I’m James Bond’s nemesis. What else can my lipstick do except give my victim’s lips a rosier look?
After what feels like eons, the man gives me back my purse and nods at me in approval. “Please proceed, Miss Middle?” He waves in the direction of the table where my date is sitting.
How do they even know my name?
Without question, I proceed, clearing my throat and trying to put this strange procedure I’ve just endured behind me.
“Hello?” I ask in a low tone as I carefully approach the table.
The man turns around to look at me, then stands up immediately.
“Taylor, right?”
I hear the cracking sound of my jaw breaking as it lands on the floor when the man smiles at me. “Yes. Hi. Taylor, that's...me.”
His scent now invades my nostrils. I feel drool coming on as I breathe in his rich and masculine cologne.
“Pardon?” he says, an amused smirk on his face.
With his address, I now realize that I actually whispered to him before in a cracked voice. I clear my throat, answering him, but this time my voice comes out awkwardly, much louder than it needs to.
“Sorry, yes. It’s me, Taylor.”
“Nice to meet you, Taylor.” He offers his hand to me and I shake it, knowing I have an incredulous look on my face still but not able to help it. “I'm Mason, and I've got to say, Sofia didn't lie when she described how beautiful you are.”
“Wow...” I whisper, before swallowing. “Um, nice to meet you too, Mason. You are, um…beautiful as well.” I shake my head. “I’m sorry, I just...I can’t understand that you’re standing in front of me right now. How?” I ask in a whisper.
He smiles, his pearly whites nearly blinding me. He has full lips that are made to sin and a set of brown eyes dark enough to see through me. A cleft on his chin, and a head of thick and shiny dark hair for the country to envy.
“You know, we’re pretty far enough from everyone in here that you don’t have to whisper to me, Taylor.”
I chuckle. “I’m sorry, I can’t help but feel like I’ll reveal your identity to everyone here if I talk any louder.”
“No worries. Shall we sit?” he asks, pulling out the chair for me.
Haroldson Mason Walker Ford. I know who he is. I’m pretty sure anyone would.
“Mason, huh?” I hear myself say with a chuckle as I settle on the chair and place my purse next to me.
“Well, it is my name, is it not?” he challenges with a small smirk, and he sits across from me.
“It's one of them. You have four names and I have never heard people refer to you as Mason. That's smart."
"Thank you," he replies, as if he truly means it.
"I can't be the only one who's called you smart this week," I scoff.
Mason chuckles and nods as he picks up a glass filled with water. "You're right, but somehow, I am more flattered by you doing it." He smiles before taking a quick sip.
I love his smile.
I'm not the only one. The whole country loves his famous smile, but at this very moment in time, I'm the one on the receiving end of it and I have never felt so special in my entire life.
That’s because Mason is a very special man.
And as it hits me who I’m on a date with, I begin to look around frantically. "This restaurant is so open. How is outside not full of paparazzi right now?" I hiss.
"We entered from the back and had this area blocked off. No one here suspects it's me. We spoke to the manager and the staff in confidence—they are the only ones aware. Don't worry. If none of them see my face, we will have a very quiet and private dinner."
“Oh.” I relax now, picking up the full glass in front of me and taking a drink. When I put it down, I clear my throat before asking, “What was Sofia thinking? What did she think we would have in common?”
Mason leans in, elbows on the table as he studies me. His smile is wider now.
“Oh, I trust Sofia may have seen something worthwhile with us. I trust her.”
I return his smile. “I don’t doubt it. But, if I were you, I wouldn’t trust anyone to set me up—on a blind date, no less.”
“I am known to take some risks now and again.” His smile turns firm. “But not with the people I trust. I trust Sofia with my life. And I’m assuming you have a similar relationship with her, to let her set you up.”
I nod, letting my face split into a proud smile. “I do. With my life.” I lean in too, pressing my weight on my elbows, mirroring him. “But I didn’t even know she knew you. She never even once hinted…”
He nods in understanding, his smile turning grateful. “Well, Sofia respects my privacy enough that she doesn’t flaunt the fact she knows me. I appreciate that. She’s one of the only friends I still have from my life before...this. She’s never changed.”
"She never does,” I agree. “She’s awesome.”
He leans back, his eyes not leaving mine. “Now that we’
ve agreed on how awesome Sofia is, can I please learn something about my date?”
My cheeks burn as I look down at the clean white tablecloth. “Why didn't you just empty the whole restaurant? I mean, someone like you certainly can. Probably should."
"I miss normal, Taylor. I wanted this date to feel as normal as possible. Before I became a public figure, I went on dates all the time and walked the streets without causing a commotion. It's been two years since, and I woke up this morning wanting to challenge myself. I wanted to be out in the open and have no one be the wiser."
“Now that’s a risk.”
“Yes. I do love those.”
I nod, laughing a little as I pick up the menu. “Yes, you do.”
A minute later, a waiter comes to take our order as we continue talking.
“That’s why a lot of the country loves you. You’re different and refreshing. And your looks… Scientists found that the more good looking a person is, the more people are willing to listen to him or her and accept, follow him or her.”
“Hm, that explains why I have this urge to follow you around,” he says, giving me a toothy smile—but then shakes his head. “I promise that sounded less creepy in my head.”
“Wow. You can really charm the pants off anyone,” I joke as I laugh with him.
“There’s only one person I want to do that to right now.”
“Your refreshments, Sir, Ma’am,” the returning waiter says, interrupting us to place the two glasses in front us.
“Thank you,” Mason and I chorus, before digging in, in silence.
After a long pause, I say, “I saw the news yesterday. The new things coming to light about your time in the military. All of the new testimonies. You’re a brave man, Sir.”
He raises a hand. “Oh, stop.” He shakes his head. “I was just doing my job. It was my duty.”
I pause. “Still. Thank you for your service.”
He nods with a small and timid half-smile.
“Why didn’t you tell all those stories when you were...you know, campaigning?”
“I didn’t want to. I respect my unit too much to have ever exploited them like that. What we went through wasn’t for that.”