“Why not enjoy it? I mean what’s not to enjoy about being married to you. You’re a knockout and I’m not just saying that to get in your pants again. I had my eye on you the other night in the club, I was and still am interested.” He comes to stand in front of me and places his hand on my hip. “Can I give you a kiss hello?” The ask is so simple, yet it portrays his vulnerability in the situation. A man like him likely doesn’t have to ask for a kiss, but here with me, he is.
I lean into him and placed a hand on his chest, as I move up on my tip toes, I brush my lips against his, just a quick brush of the lips before I pull back. Devin’s eyes are still closed, and his body moves inward as I move back. He opens his eyes and I see the lust filling them.
“I think we’re going to need to add some ground rules to all this,” I tell him stepping back.
“I’m sure we’ll have to have a lot of rules, but before we get down to business, shall we eat something? I made something, well it’s the only thing that I really know how to make. I’m hoping you like it and we can talk rules over that.”
“Sure, I barely ate today, so I’m famished.” I say following him into the kitchen.
“What did you make? It smells delicious?” I ask.
“When I was in high school, I followed the house chef around a few times. So, he showed me how to make pork tenderloin. His version is spicy, but because I didn’t know whether or not you are okay with spices, I just switched up the recipe. But first before we eat, I have to ask you a favor. Like a really big favor, it could be a matter of life or death.”
“Um, okay.” I say curiously.
“I need you to change out of your scrubs, they are extremely hot on you and my cock can’t breathe as it’s confined in my tightening pants. I’m sure on your first night here you don’t want me whipping it out and accosting you, so please for the love of God lady, take off your scrubs.” He covers his crotch with his hands and mimics the look of pain throughout his whole body leaving me in a fit of giggles at his expressions.
“Okay, okay. Care to tell me where my stuff is?” I ask.
“I decided to play it safe and put it in the spare room. But the offer still stands to share my room with me, I wouldn’t have any objections to it!” He calls after me as I disappear across the hall into the bedroom that I plan to call mine.
A phone rings in the other room and I hear Devin talking. He laughs and then without a shirt and only in boxer briefs he walks into the living room and takes a seat beside me on the couch. I’m not prepared for this moment, but I’m not saying that it’s a bad thing.
His tanned skin is on display and my eyes automatically go to his groin when he leans back and stretches his body. I can see the outline of his morning erection and it’s taking everything in me to not reach out and trace the ridge of his cock with my fingertips. My mouth waters as I’m blatantly staring at him.
Like a starved puppy.
Chapter Twelve
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Devin
“Witnesses are reporting that the son of San Francisco’s Mayor, Kenneth Richards, Devin got married after a wild night that began in the city and ended in Miami, Florida.
The woman in question hasn’t been linked to young Richards before, but does that just mean that the relationship has been a secret this whole time? Or an accident?
We’ve reported about the young Richards before with a gauntlet of situations that he’s placed himself in, could this be another one?
Sources close to the young Richards state that the marriage is indeed the real deal. They wouldn’t let up on how long the newlyweds have been in a relationship, other than that they are enjoying their new titles as husband and wife. Could this be a change from the party animal that we’ve seen in the past? Or is this another trick to play with the hearts of the city? Bob, what do you think?” The newscaster asks her co-anchor.
“Well, Debra, I say good for him. He’s gotten a lot of flack over the past few years, that maybe his settling down can mean great things for the Mayor and the city.”
Debra nods and then turns her attention back to the camera. “And next up, Miles Mannigan with the sports, Miles, how about them Giants?”
The phone call that I received five minutes ago from my assistant was a heads up, but not much of one about my getting married would be on the news. I didn’t bother getting dressed and just sat beside her in my underwear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the perusal of my almost naked body by Connie and I really liked how she reacted.
She tried to hide it, of course and I did what I could to turn up the heat just a little bit more by stretching. Instead, the news piece went live and all our attention went there.
“So, I guess the city knows.” I say.
“I haven’t even mentioned anything to my parents yet, they’re going to kill me.” She covers her face with her hands.
“If it helps, I didn’t tell mine either.” I know it doesn’t help, but maybe it will.
My cell phone rings and I look at the name on the screen.
It’s my father’s handler. I silence the ringer because I don’t have time to speak to him right now, I need to tend to our fake marriage first.
“Are your parents local?” I ask.
“Yes, well, no. They live in Belmont.”
“Ah good. We can make plans with them and tell them our good news.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“That we’ve had a whirlwind of a romance, couldn’t help ourselves, and wanted to dive in head first.” I tell her, actually thinking that’s the best thing to say.
“They won’t buy it.” She shakes her head.
“We’ll convince them, come here. Let’s practice.” I take her by surprise and pull her across my lap. She comes willingly and her hands land on my shoulders.
I’m not against playing against the rules, I have been honest with her in that I wouldn’t mind a sexual relationship with her and that I would in fact like to explore this marriage a little more.
I hold her against me and pull her face down to mine with my hands, our lips meet and my tongue rushes into hers in a frenzy. She kisses me back and presses her center down on my lap, grinds against my now rock hard cock and without a moment of hesitation, she removes her shirt and her beautiful alabaster breasts bounce in front of my face. My hands fly directly to her beautiful soft breasts and I squeeze gently at first, and harder when I deepen the kiss.
This stills her movements and wakes her up from the quickness of our actions.
She pushes herself off of my lap, nearly kneeing my cock in the process and covers her chest. She looks around for her shirt that was tossed on the floor, grabs it then runs out of the living room and into her room, slamming the door in the process. As I bend from the excruciating pain in my groin.
“Well, fuck.” I mutter sitting forward, grabbing the remote on the table in front of me and turning off the television to follow after my wife.
Chapter Thirteen
Connie
I feel like a complete idiot. I let my hormones, my attraction to him, and the fact that he was practically naked blur my judgment.