His hand on her stomach made her see his desire for family had come from a night that they could never talk about openly with anyone. It was wild and untamed and then he was sweeping her off her feet. “I don’t know what to say. I wasn’t expecting to see you and there’s a small part of me that thinks that I’m going to pinch myself and find out that I’m dreaming.” He carried her across the threshold and over to the dining room table. There were no plates to get in the way, as he placed her on top of it. They frantically went after each other’s clothing with him dropping his pants and her lifting her skirt like she had done in the club.
He spit into his hand and made sure that she was ready, before taking her breath way with the first stroke of his mighty weapon. This was a performance that was one that had to be seen. They hammered into each other, forcing each other to look into each other’s eyes and knowing that this was only the beginning.
“Fuck me…fuck me like you didn’t do that night.” She was forcing him to think outside the box and not just do the same thing over again. “I mean it…show me that I’m not just a number or a notch on your belt. Show me with your body that things can always be spicy between us.”
Payton lifted her and she found her legs dangling around his waist with her body now suspended in the air. They’d never done this before and she knew that she must’ve been special for him to put up with the strain of her weight wrapped around him like a boa constrictor.
“I need this more than you can ever know. I’ve been without, since the moment that you left me that morning. I’m not just saying that and I think that you know what I’m referring to…your body…your eyes and the way that you move is like no other. You are a rare gem that needs to be appreciated… Fuck… Fuck…my god; you are just, as wild as I remember. He pushed her up against the wall, not even bothering to care that the pot of vegetables were boiling over. He did manage to reach out and turn the knob to prevent any kind of fire. The only fire that needed to burn out of control was the one between them.
Josie bit his neck and made him cry out, as his cock bucked to the sensation of not only her constricting pussy, but the feel of her mouth making him shiver. He pushed her up against that wall and made her feel him deep inside. She could feel him even deeper, as he planted his feet and lifted her off the floor with the thrust of his knees. They kissed with their mouths scorching and their minds now remembering that night in vivid clarity.
“Oh my god….I think that we are going to…”
“Cum together.” They had said it at exactly the same time, as their union came to an end. They kissed lightly and knew that there was nothing and no one that was going to tear them apart again. He found her by having his friend arrange for him to go to the exact same place that she had tried to hide from him.
He reached for the inside of his jacket. He took out the annulment papers and tore them up in front of her eyes. Their marriage would stay intact and the family that he had always longed for was right there at his fingertips and he was never going to let them go.
CARRYING HIS BABY
“This story isn't right for me,” I told my editor, propping a hand on my hip. “I'm not a sports writer!”
“This isn't a sports story,” Jim said. He sat behind his desk, looking rumpled, his tie half-undone and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “It's finance.”
“The guy's a football player!” I threw up my hands, frustrated at being stuck with this crap assignment. I reported on the events taking place on Wall Street, on the financial heights and pitfalls that shook our very economy. I had no interest in interviewing some smug sports player who probably thought he was the best thing ever to grace the face of the earth. Sports players acted like they were gifted, as if God would take the time to make sure they scored the big points at the end of a playoff game and lead them to victory, instead of worrying about the pain and suffering going on in the world. I couldn't see the point of sports, and I didn't want to waste my time, or my column with The Dawson Post, with a story about some athlete I'd never even heard of before today.
“He's also a billionaire,” Jim said. He picked up a page from the open file folder in front of him and skimmed the notes on it. “Not only is he one of the highest paid players out there, he's apparently also a genius when it comes to investing. Played football for Columbia University while studying financial economics. His bio says he was originally going to go into banking, but he was good enough at the game to get drafted. He makes millions per year now as a quarterback and he's invested a bunch of that in risky startup companies that became huge hits on Wall Street. And he just got traded, got a huge signing bonus, put the bonus into the market, and the payoff raised his net worth to over one billion.”