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  He was my fiance. The perfect type of man.

  I was so fucking hot for him that I literally could not wait for the bed. With desire coursing through my veins, I ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside.

  "Whoa!" He moaned as I met his lips with mine. Sexual fire flowed through my veins and I had to have him. He was so hot. My body trembled. My pussy throbbed and cried out for attention.

  Running my hands all over his chest, I kissed his face and neck. His strength came alive under my fingers and I could feel his hot skin.

  Without a word, he lifted off my shirt, exposing my breasts. I shivered as my nipples were exposed to his greedy gaze. He smiled and reached for my perky breasts. A soft moan escaped my lips as his strong, manly hands grabbed and kneaded my flesh with his coarse hands.

  His rough fingers brushed against my nipples and I threw my head back in ecstasy. He certainly knew how to pleasure a woman. I almost couldn't take it when he latched his lips around one.

  The feeling started in my breast and traveled straight to my pussy.

  I ran my fingers through his hair and held him close to me. It just felt so good and right. He kneaded one breast while he licked and sucked from the other. Then he turned his attention to the other nipple. By the time he was finished, my pussy was flooded.

  We crashed down on the plush carpet, and Sam pulled my panties aside and began kissing me. He started with my belly, paying special attention to my navel, then kissed down past my aching pussy to my thighs. Sam’s soft touches sent shivers through my body. But still he ignored my burning wet core. No matter how much I undulated my hips or begged, he completely ignored my most sensitive, needy place.

  "Please!" I begged, breathlessly. “Sam, stop ignoring me!”

  "Igonre, what?" He grinned and continued kissing my legs and inner thighs. He ran his hands oh so close to my clit that I actually held my breath hoping he'd touch it.

  "Lick my clit!" I moaned, squirming under his expert ministrations. He flashed me a wicked grin, then achingly slowly worked his way to my pussy.

  I was so wet I thought he'd have to wear a life jacket. He lapped up all my copious juices - still maddeningly staying clear of my clit. I swear, if he didn't suck it soon I wouldn't be held responsible for what I was about to do.

  He had me so hyped up that once his torturous tongue glided across my clit I screamed. I couldn't hold it any longer. I grabbed his head and thrust it down into my sopping wet pussy, so I could feel him better. The pleasure needed to be ten fold.

  I had never been more ready for anything in my life. But, first thing's first.

  "Bring me that beautiful cock," I purred, licking my lips.

  He pushed his throbbing cock up to my lips and I licked up and down his shaft, then plunged my mouth over his stiff cock. He worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, causing me to buck my hips.

  Sam held my head still and began face-fucking me, ramming his dick down my throat. I loved how rough he was!

  But I needed that damn cock in my pussy.

  After fucking me until he was about ready to cum, Sam pulled out and laid on top of me. He played with my breasts while his cock slid against my pussy lips.

  "Come on, Sam! Fuck me! I need to feel your cock deep in my pussy."

  He smiled and kissed me hotly on the lips. I felt his hard, muscular chest rub against my breasts as his cock teased my pussy.

  I thought he was finished teasing me, but no. Sam pushed his cock-head slightly between my pussy lips, then pulled out. I groaned, but he was really in a teasing mood.

  "You like that, don't you?" He asked, a huge grin on his face.

  I nodded. I needed to fuck. But him teasing me pushed me so high I thought I'd never come down. Finally, he stopped teasing and plunged his thick, meaty cock deep down into my hungry core.

  "Oh God, I need you!" I wrapped my long arms around his neck and pulled him down. Then I locked my legs around his waist and held him as deep inside as I could get him. I needed him in me. It felt so right being with him and I never wanted this to end.

  Sam worked that beautiful cock in and out of my pussy with masterful precision. His thrusts were so completely perfect that I felt my body was on cloud nine. Orgasm after orgasm ripped through me and all I could do was hold on for dear life.

  I peppered his face with hot, passionate kisses. Our bodies became slick and the sounds of our love making filled the air. I held him close and smelled his cologne. I loved that smell. It was the scent of a real man. The man I loved.

  I held him tight as he thrust in and out of my tight, greedy pussy. I used my pussy walls to great effect, milking and sucking his cock until he couldn't take it any longer.

  "I'm cumming!" He cried out and wrapped his arms around me tightly, pinning me to the carpet.

  I lifted my hips for him and he sank all the way into my thirsty pussy. I could feel his cock grow harder and thicker. Soon I was going to have every drop of him inside me. A moment later his whole body stiffened and he covered my mouth with his and began pumping his fabulous seed into my hungry pussy. I lost track of the number of times he squirted inside me. He came so much that his cum was leaking out and down onto the floor. I never knew a man could cum so much.

  We stayed locked in our embrace for several minutes while his cock spasmed and the last of his cum flowed into me.

  After a few minutes of catching our breath, we managed to pull each other up and hobble into the bathroom for a shower.

  Sam glanced at the jacuzzi and limped his way over to it while I stood at the shower.

  “Want a jacuzzi?” he asked me, motioning for me to come over.

  “Hmm, it would be nice. Does it have water jets?”

  “Yes. Of course, or else my poor legs would be ripping with pain,” Sam pointed out.

  He started the water and the jacuzzi tub filled up with water. I grabbed some liquid soap and turned it into a bubble bath.

  His phone went off in the room and I went to go get it.

  Sam saw the number and looked at me. “It’s Mr. Gallock.” He answered the call and sat down on the edge of the jacuzzi while I stood.

  “Hello, Mr. Gallock, what can I do for you?”

  There was a pause, and Sam’s face went pale.

  “But sir—”

  I could hear he angry squabbling of Mr. Gallock. That wasn’t good.

  The phone beeped, meaning Gallock hung up.

  “What was that?!” I asked, sitting next to Sam.

  He closed his eyes and bent over, resting his elbows on his knees.

  “It’s over. Benson… he blew it. He told Gallock everything. I thought he was a friend.”

  I rubbed Sam’s back and bit my lip.

  “Come on, let’s relax, Sam.”

  We slipped in one by one, and when we were all situated, Sam pushed open a small inlet on the edge of the jacuzzi behind us that hid two wine glasses and a bottle of Pinot Grigio.

  He poured us the wine and sipped on our drinks.

  “Sam, let’s do it. We can still do it,” I said, holding his hand. His head was bent down, reeling in the sudden loss of his success. It wasn’t the end of the world though.

  Sam shook his head. “What are you talking about?”

  I chuckled. “Come on silly. Let’s still get married. No matter what happens I’m here for you. I’m not going anywhere. I made that mistake before, and I refuse to do that again.” I got out of the jacuzzi and stood in front of him proudly with my hands on my hips. He dragged his eyes up at me and frowned. “But you don’t understand. The consequences aren’t going to leave me such a rich man.”

  “I don’t care about you being rich.” I pursed my lips and tapped my foot. This was beyond money now. This house wouldn’t be half the luxury it was without Sam in it. His whole aura filled the place with positive vibes. He made it warm and welcoming. Even down to the lemony scent of the cleaners that the house keepers used when they came by silently and did their jobs unseen.

  “Wend
y. You’re the best thing that has happened to me, do you know that?” He reached out and grabbed the side of my hip, drawing back over to the edge of the jacuzzi. I sat down and cupped his face, smiling at the slight tickle his stubble gave my hand.

  Who needed one point two million dollars when you had this? My Dad was making progress at rehab, Sam was with me again, and for once in my life, I didn’t feel like worthless shit that couldn’t do anything.

  That all together was priceless. Sam took my hand and slid the ring off my finger. Soapy bubbles got all over it as he held it in his hand and got out of the jacuzzi. He groaned and grunted, but managed to get down on one knee, his cock hanging between his legs just barely touching the ground.

  I licked my lips and didn’t realize he was holding the ring back out to me. Until he said…

  “Will you really marry me… again?”

  I stood up and held out my hand. “I will.” He slipped the ring back on my finger and kissed my hand. He also brought me in to take another quick lick at my pussy. “You’re still a little cheesy, Sam,” I laughed.

  “That’s what you love about me. Let’s not tell Willow about the whole buying a fake wife part. Okay?”

  “Hmm, I don’t know. That might be hard to do.” I got back into the warm embrace of the jacuzzi and motioned him to follow.

  “Huh, are you trying to say there’s a… small price to pay?”

  “Sorta. But it doesn’t involve money.”

  Sam pulled himself up and limped over. His cock was now in my face. Oh, the ideas… The ideas.

  “Then I think I have what you want.”

  Chapter 17

  Wendy

  The soft embrace of the bed greeted me as I mustered awake. I stretched my arms and squirmed around, stretching my legs and opening my eyes.

  The space next to me was empty.

  “Sam?”

  I got up and looked around and was blown back when I looked to my right by the closets…

  “No way. No way!” I cried, stumbling out the bed to see if this was real.

  The dress glittered in the soft hues of the sunlight that bounced off the pearls and diamonds that adorned the dress. It was on a golden wired fashion mannequin, the kind without a head and just the bust down to the hips. Every little glint sent a shiver down my spine. The train of the dress was long as hell, but hey, I liked it.

  Sam picked this out for me?

  When I looked a the dress closer, I saw a vanilla card sticking out of the bust area of the dress. It read…

  ‘Wendy, honey, I’m at work, but I wanted you to have this for our wedding day. Don’t let me see you in it though. You know what’s said about that! There’s also security out front and in the back. You’re not alone.’

  A warmth filled my chest and immediately I knew that I had to tell my Dad.

  This wasn’t a fake marriage anymore. It was real. And even though that one point two million had fallen through my hands in a vapor of smoke, I gained something much better.

  Something priceless.

  Love and protection.

  Something I had always looked for but thought I could never find. Ohh, Daddy was going to be so happy I was getting married. And maybe, just maybe I’d be able to walk in and see the old Dad I knew. The less depressed, vibrant one with ideas that could change the earth.

  “Let’s see,” I said, walking over to the closet. I had amassed a few nice digs while I was here, and wanted to dress special for today. “It’s going to be warm, so maybe a nice dress.”

  I reached for a peach dress that stopped just below the knees. The color of it reminded me of a perky sort of happiness, much like I was experiencing right own. I freshened myself up in the bathroom and threw on the dress then twirled in the mirror.

  ‘This has got to be the happiest I’ve seen myself in a while.’

  Grabbing my purse, I waltzed to the front door and saw security perched on the side. I waved, and they waved back.

  Sam wasted no time on getting reinforcements, huh?

  I pointed my keys at the line of four cars that were parked in the garage and watched as the Bentley flashed its lights and honked.

  The only thing I needed now was to see my Dad just as happy as I was right now.

  ***

  I walked to the nurse’s desk and waited for her to get off the phone. My heart was pounding in my chest. I had to get to Dad quickly or else I’d end up screaming it up and down the halls like an idiot that I was getting married.

  “Hello, Ms. Monroe, may I help you?” the nurse asked, remembering my name.

  “Actually, it’s soon to be Mrs. Reign!” I said, showing her the huge ass rock sitting pretty on my finger.

  Her eyes grew big and she smiled. “Congratulations!”

  “Thanks. I was just here to check on my father and visit him for a few.”

  The nurse nodded her head and got up to grab her clipboard. Flipping through a few pages she smiled again and walked from around her desk.

  “Follow me, he should be just getting out of group hash.”

  “What’s group hash?” I asked her, jogging to keep up with her steady pace.

  “Well, it’s a fancy word for therapy. But we get people together to hash out their problems to one another with a therapist present. But actually, the people give each other advice. If it isn’t good advice, the therapist will step in,” he nurse explained.

  We stopped at double doors and I saw shadows of people moving behind the frosted glass doors. The doors opened and men and women of various ages spilled out. The last amongst them was my Dad.

  “Dad!” I called out, my arms wide open for a hug.

  “Wendy!” he exclaimed, giving me one of his old bear hugs.

  The nurse hugged her clipboard and nodded. “I’ll leave you two here for a moment.” She turned to leave and Dad brought me to the little circle of short blue chairs that his group ‘hash’ session took place in.

  I looked around the room, it looked cozy. Nothing obtrusive, or medical. Sam was right, this was the perfect atmosphere for Dad to heal in.

  We sat down next to each other on the hard small chairs and I winced, trying to squirm around and find a comfortable position.

  “Don’t tell me you actually sat on this chair for more than ten minutes,” I teased.

  My Dad’s face lit up with a smile as bright as his eyes. His eyes… that used to be so dark and red from drinking, were now beginning to be clear.

  I grabbed his hand, inhaling and exhaling. This was big news I had to tell him. My Dad’s warm hands gave me enough courage to get it out.

  “Dad, I’m getting married to Sam,” I said in a big hurried hush. A tear or two spilled out of my eyes and I bit my lip to keep myself from wailing in happiness.

  “I know!” My Dad said, squeezing my hand. He held it up and looked at the massive sparking rock on my finger. “Look at that. Great quality and with your favorite combination of gems too.” He finished inspecting my ring and laid my hand down.

  “You know? How?” I raised my head up, my mouth stuck in a small ‘o’ shape.

  “He came to me to ask his approval. I always knew you two would tie the knot someday. Even when you two grew apart.”

  Great. The fireworks were coming. I crushed my Dad in a bear hug and my Dad patted my back.

  “You’ve always had the grip of a lion, you know that?” my Dad wheezed.

  Now where was something else I had to address. The wedding date…

  “Before I go, Dad. I wanted to mention about the wedding. I want to wait until you’re ready to come out. I don’t wanna go hindering—”

  “Wendy, you’re not hindering a thing!” my Dad argued.

  “You don’t understand. This progress you’re making. I’m not gonna get in the way whether you like it or not. So I’m going to wait until you’re ready.”

  I pulled myself up off the blue chair and straightened out my dress.

  “Always been a stubborn child, haven’t you?” My Da
d said, shaking my shoulder.

  “That’s my style!” I said, spinning in my dress.

  I took my Dad in for another hug. The nurse peaked in and motioned for my Father to join the next activity that was planned.

  “See you around, Wendy, be safe!” Dad said, disappearing down the hall with the nurse.

  I spun around in my heels and ran outside to the car before I could never bring myself to leave.

  ‘For every sacrifice there is happiness waiting for you…’

  Chapter 18

  Sam

  I had a few errands to run and was just pulling into the parking lot of my office building. Benson was probably long gone, but maybe… just maybe he’d have the balls to come here so I could punch his face in.

  A part of me didn’t feel the gravity of loosing Gallock. But there was some hope left inside me now that I Wendy was all mine. I finally felt like I had the will to go on. Willow always told me that I could do anything with the right person next to me.

  Now I knew what that meant.

  I parked and got out of my car. My hips have been hurting less, and my flexibility in my hips and the strength in my legs have skyrocketed. I owed that to all the fucking I’ve been doing. Wendy knew how to bend her body.

  I quieted my mind down and saw Wendy standing near the entrance waving at me. She donned a short orange pinkish dress with a golden necklace and golden bangles. A faint scent of peaches came off of her and the gentle blow of wind blew her dress.

  Wendy.

  Damn, the epitome of everything good in my life. And a walking aphrodisiac.

  “Wendy, you’re here. I thought you were going to see your father?”

  I hooked my hand around her hips and brought her in for a kiss. Her soft lips touching mine made me shiver

  “I wanted to meet you here, see the big bad office and everything,” Wendy said, tugging me inside.

  I showed her the way and we took the elevator up to my floor. The steel doors opened and Mr. Johnston was at Ms. Bell’s desk. With him stood a man that had the vibe of law enforcement.

  “Mr. Reign!” Ms. Bell said, popping out of her chair.