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The Doctor's Fake Nanny(57)

By:Tiana Cole


"I what? Cassidy how could you keep this from me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought you were a liar and a cheater. Tristan, I'm so sorry. But,  look … " She rummaged in her bag for her wallet. She pulled out the photo  from the plastic cover and handed it to Tristan. "Her name is Dee."

"Dee," he whispered. "Dee Jones-Dell. It sounds good doesn't it?"

Cassidy gave him a questioning look. "Johnson. Dee Johnson."

Tristan placed his hand on her shoulder. His grey-green eyes looked into hers. "We'll change that, if you're willing."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Cassidy asked. Today she'd  experienced so many changes and reversals that right now she just needed  bluntness.

Tristan took her hand, then knelt before her. "Cassidy, will you have me? Will you take me and make me yours forever?"

"Yes," she said no hesitation in her voice. "Tristan, yes."

They looked into each other's eyes with amazement. It was all happening so fast.

"Cassidy Jones-Dell and Dee Jones-Dell. They both have a great ring.  Memorable names. Is that the name you'll use as a writer?" His eyes  twinkled.

He hadn't forgotten. Cassidy was so filled with emotion she was  speechless. Tristan wasn't a liar. He didn't cheat. He knew and honored  her secret desire. She couldn't imagine a more perfect mate. He caressed  her cheek gently, then lifted her head up to his. His lips parted as  they met hers. Cassidy felt bolts of electricity shoot through her body.  Tristan touched her neck. He ran his fingers through her dark curls.  Continuing the kiss, he undid her robe and let it fall.

Cassidy felt a deep warmth as she stood naked pressed against his body.  It wasn't the hot lust of the past hour, it was something deep, deep in  her heart. She felt an overwhelming desire to please him. He was her  man. The idea of it roamed in her brain. She was ready to give him  whatever he wanted. Tristan wrapped his strong arms around her and  pressed her against his chest.

"Cassidy," he murmured in that husky voice she loved. "We're going to make a fine family."

She felt his cock push against her inside his jeans. She broke their  embrace and knelt before him, all her feelings ready to pour into  lovemaking for this man. All that time he'd looked for her and she'd  been so proud she hadn't even told him he was a father.

She undid his fly and gently pushed down his jeans and his underwear.  She took his shaft in her hands and caressed him. She kissed him up one  side and down the other, and he gave a soft moan of pleasure. She put  her lips to the tip and gently, almost teasingly, kissed him. She licked  his tip with her tongue, then followed the line of his shaft down to  his balls with her tongue and back up again.

Tristan moaned louder and ran his fingers through her hair. She felt her  nipples harden as he ran his hands down her neck to trace her collar  bone. Something deep inside awakened in Cassidy. She felt her body,  every inch of it, was his. She was ready to please him. She took his  shaft in her mouth. Her lips pushed against the sides as she took him in  deeper.                       
       
           



       

"Wait," Tristan commanded. He reached down and pulled her up, his eyes  blazing with desire. He took her hand and led her to the mattress. "I  want to look at you. Not through the camera as a subject. I want to look  at you as Cassidy. Cassidy Johnson …  Cassidy Jones-Dell."

She lay down on the mattress as he stood above her, his erection in  complete readiness. "You are so beautiful," he said breathlessly.

He lay down beside her and his strong hands caressed her breasts. He  fingered her nipples. She felt waves of passion surge through her. Her  loins were on fire and wet with wanting. His hands brushed her abdomen  and trailed down to the dark patch. His fingers combed her lightly, then  pressed in to caress her labia full with the want of him. His fingers  pushed inside and Cassidy trembled. She felt the waves take over her  body as he continued to press and probe. His thumb gently caressed her  nub in tiny circles, and as her waves built the circles became more  vigorous.

Cassidy moaned and then cried out in pleasure. "Tristan, this is all for  you. There's no one but you." Then she was lost in her cumming.

Tristan raised his body over hers. His shaft found her eager opening. He gently pushed in.

"Oh, yes," Cassidy whispered. "Yes, I want you inside me."

He pushed deeper as her walls pulsed around him as if pulling him in.  His whole length entered deep. Cassidy gasped in pleasure as she burst  around him. Tristan's thrusts became rhythmic and deep, and she moved  her hips in perfect rhythm to match them. It was long and deep. She had  never experienced such intense pleasure. Her entire body was his now and  forever. She felt her arousal build with his thrusts as his balls paced  a rhythm against her.

"Tristan," she cried in delight. "I'm going to cum!"

"So am I," he growled into her neck.

Their passion built to a frenzy of movement. She felt him erupt and felt  the hot load explode inside of her as her passion peaked.

He rolled to the side and held her in his arms, sweat on his brow and  breathing labored from his intense release. "Dee," he said. "I want to  see Dee."

Cassidy felt her heart swell. The two people she cared about most would  finally be joined together. She thought her heart couldn't be happier.





Chapter Fourteen




Tristan couldn't wait for the next plane out of New York. He made  several phone calls before he and Cass spent the entire night discussing  and resolving everything that had happened between them. When his phone  rang and his personal travel agent informed him that everything had  been arranged, he was like a small boy who couldn't wait for his gifts  on Christmas morning.

He wouldn't let Cassidy leave, saying that they could shop when they  reached their destination. He threw on some clothes, picked up his car  keys, and ushered Cassidy to the elevator and down to the basement of  the Carlton.

"We don't have to do this today," Cassidy argued.

"No! We have to. You've been keeping your secret for over a year now.  It's not fair to me. I want to see my little girl," Tristan eagerly  replied.

He drove like a madman in the direction of JFK International, but made a  sudden U-turn just before they reached the ramp leading to the airport.

"Um, I think we should have kept going straight," a surprised Cassidy said. "The airport exit was back there."

"We're not going to the airport," he replied as he drove straight to a  private hangar where a man dressed in a pilot's uniform approached him.

"You hired a private jet?" Cassidy asked in surprise, eyeing the sleek aircraft with its door wide open.

"It's a company jet," Tristan replied as he ushered her inside the  plane's interior. "We'll get there faster. A limo will pick us up at the  airport and drive us straight to your parents' house."

He didn't say much during the entire flight, seemingly lost in his own  thoughts. Cassidy was coming to terms with the way he made his money  work for him. She could have never imagined when she woke up yesterday  that in less than twenty-four hours she would be on her way back home in  a private jet owned by his lucrative company.

Tristan held her hand in silence and Cassidy relaxed in the comfort of  the jet's spacious seating. She had no idea flying could be so  comfortable. The only flights Cassidy had ever taken were cramped coach  seats on commercial airlines. Even a short flight made her knees ache.  Boarding had also been incredibly easy. No long lines; they simply  entered the jet and the crew prepared for takeoff. Cassidy quickly  realized how easily she could get used to this way of traveling.                       
       
           



       

An idea struck her suddenly. She reached into her bag and pulled out her  notebook. Tristan was lost in thought. She would be, too. She opened to  a blank page and thought about both Alabama and the future husband  sitting by her side. She flipped back to her notes about the boy in the  gas station and started writing, not stopping until they landed.

Tristan watched her close the notebook. "A new story?"

"No, it's a story from way back, but I think I have it now. The whole  story is in my head. I know the ending. All I have to do is keep  writing."

"Cass, you'll have all the time you need to finish that story and all of  the others I know you have inside that creative head of yours." He ran  his fingers through her curls. "I know what it's like to have an idea,  and then have the whole of it blossom. I'm planning on attending your  first book signing and every one that follows."