“Please,” I moaned, stroking his cock through his slacks. “I want it so fucking badly.”
He grinned, loving when I talked like that. And thankfully, he didn’t keep me waiting. Duncan undid his belt and pants and took out his thick, solid cock, dragging it slowly over my clit before placing his head at my opening and driving into me.
He pumped into me hard, shoving his body against mine, holding fast for a moment before doing it again, then again. Each push of his cock caused another explosion of pleasure through my body, making me shake and moan and nearly fall off the damn desk.
Then he opened my shirt, taking my breasts out of my black bra and sucking on my nipples, his cock still pushing into me at a steady, powerful pace. I returned the favor, opening one button then another then another, exposing his perfect physique.
“Please,” I moaned. “Come inside me.”
As the last word left my mouth, my own orgasm, this one even more powerful than the one I’d had in the elevator, ripped through my body. Duncan’s muscles contracted and released, and I felt him come along with me, his cock throbbing and pumping as he drained himself.
When we were both done, Duncan caught his breath, my arms still wrapped around his body. We kissed again, smiling at one another.
“I love you,” he said. “So much it makes me crazy.”
“Right back at you, handsome.”
We redressed, and I looked out the window, taking in the sight of the city before us.
“Now,” I said. “As nice as this was, something tells me that wasn’t why you brought me up here.”
“It’s not,” he said. “Come outside with me.”
His tone was serious, almost like I was in trouble or some such. We stepped onto the balcony of his office, the air mild, the last traces of summer warmth in the air. Duncan looked out over the city, collecting his thoughts.
“I never thought my life could be like this,” he said, as if in disbelief. “I never thought I’d be…this happy. What I have with you, our family, Oliver…it’s like nothing I’ve ever known before. And I have you to thank for it all. I love you like mad, Annie. And I think it’s about time we finally made it official.”
He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and took out a small black box, opening it to reveal a gorgeous, diamond ring.
“Be my wife, Annie. Make me the happiest man on the damn planet.”
I didn’t know what to say. The sight of that ring in his hands, that loving, expectant look on his face…there was nothing else I could say but…
“Yes.”
We kissed He slipped the ring on my finger. And for a few minutes, we simply held one another, gazing deep into each other’s eyes.
“Now come on,” he said after a time. “Let’s share the good news.”
One more kiss and we went back to the elevator, and I couldn’t stop glancing down at the ring on my finger. We kissed more as the elevator went down, composing ourselves just as the doors opened.
Everyone was still there, all eyes on us as soon as they realized we’d returned.
“Got a little bit of an announcement to make,” Duncan said.
We held hands, and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
We were in love.
We were going to start a life together.
And it was all perfect.
The End
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Madeline
“Ten thousand dollars, Derek? Are you kidding me? Or do you just think I'm too stupid to catch on?”
My fiancé – or rather, my soon-to-be ex-fiancé – was thousands of miles away in Thailand, and I didn't have be a rocket scientist – or even expend too much brainpower really – to figure out what he spent the money on. My dad's money, of all things.
Derek always had a thing for “exotic” women as he liked to call them – which was dehumanizing and gross enough on its own. Not only was having to put up with him eyeballing women when I was around bad enough, but then paying for prostitutes – to the tune of several grand a month – while he was engaged to me was just the icing on the cake.
I'd grown up with Derek, and at one time, I really believed he was the perfect man for me. Once upon a time, I thought he checked all the boxes and was everything I could ever possibly want in my life partner. Of course, that had obviously been nothing more than childhood fantasies.
The truth turned out to be that I had no idea who he really was. Or at least, I had no idea who the man he'd grown up to be really was. He’d changed over the years and became somebody I didn't recognize, and it made me sad and angry. He had promised me more.
“Madeline, it's not what you think,” he pleaded.
His speech was slurred, and he seemed to be having trouble forming his words or keeping a coherent thought. But best of all, in the background, I heard lots of girlish laughter. He was obviously trying not to, but he giggled along with them, as if truly believing he was in the clear, or that I would simply acquiesce to his demands once again.
It was humiliating that this wasn't the first time I'd caught him with his pants down – metaphorically speaking. It was going to be the last though. I'd had more than enough. I was done being humiliated. Counseling hadn't done a thing. Instead of actually working on our relationship with me, Derek had simply gone and filled a chair there. Oh, he said all the right things about being willing to work through it and all, but that's all it was – words.
He was convincing though, I'd give him that. I’d believed him every time. But then, Derek could be so convincing, he could probably pass a lie detector test. He had that ability to make anyone believe anything he said. He convinced me that he was reformed and was truly invested in fixing our relationship. The truth though, was that he never had any intention of giving up his desire to sleep with as many women as he could.
“I'll be home in the morning,” he said.
“Well, I won't be here,” I replied.
The penthouse was mine, technically speaking, but we lived there together. In theory, I could have changed all of the locks before he got there, but I really wanted to avoid all of the drama it would cause. We lived in my father's building, after all, and creating that sort of scene just wasn't worth it. I'd stay with a friend, let him buy me out of the place. I didn't need it. I had options.