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  Finally, with my coffee in hand, I make my way back to my cubicle. On my desk is a pile of papers that weren’t there before. Reading through the material, I see that this is the product specs for a GPS tracker that Cox wants to make available to the public. I read through the material and a marketing campaign immediately comes to mind. I spend the rest of the day putting specs together to show the bosses.

  After a weekend of doing nothing but making love, I find myself back at work. To say that I didn't want to get out of bed this morning would be an understatement. At ten-thirty, my desk phone rings, I don't recognize the extension as being Dwight’s, but I answer it anyway.

  "This is Gina Henry. How can I help you?" I ask cheerfully.

  "Ms. Henry, please report to my office, sans panties," Quincy demands. I can tell from the sound of his voice that he's hard as a rock. I blush.

  "Yes. Mr. Cox. Right away," I say hanging up. Standing, I rush to the elevators and take the first one that comes to the thirty-fifth floor. I walk briskly to his office where I am stopped by a curvy, gorgeous woman. She looks young though.

  "Can I help you?" she asks snottily.

  "Mr. Cox is expecting me," I say, my happiness dimming a bit. Quincy has given me no reason to be jealous, yet I am. Very much so.

  "Your name?"

  "Gina Henry."

  "You're not on his schedule. I can make you an appointment for a later date," she says as his office door opens.

  "Ashleigh, stop giving my fiancée a hard time."

  "Oh my God. You're the Gina? Quincy hasn't stopped talking about you for weeks now. Sorry I was such a bitch."

  "Language, Ashleigh," he says, and she rolls her eyes.

  "I'm Ashleigh Cox," she says coming around the desk. I shake her extended hand. "Q's younger sister."

  "It's really nice to meet you, Ashleigh," I say honestly.

  "She's sixteen going on sixty," Quincy says chuckling. "Go bother Truman for a while."

  "Fine. Fine. I know when I'm not wanted. I'll be at Truman & Ivy's for the night."

  "Sounds good. Bye Ash."

  "Bye bro."

  When she's gone, I turn back to him. He's leaning on the door frame. My mouth goes dry. Holy shit, he looks like sin in his Italian suit.

  "Fiancée?" I question.

  "Soon enough," he says, shrugging.

  "You seem mighty sure of yourself," I tease.

  "I am. Now, come in," he says stepping out of the way. I step into the room and before the door closes, I'm up in his arms. Our lips crash together, I moan. "I missed you, bad girl."

  "I missed you too. Two and a half hours away from you is way too long."

  "Agreed. Let me see what's mine," he demands setting me down on the floor. He leads me to the couch in the center of his office, I jump down on it. My skirt rides up and he grins when he sees my bare pussy. "Bad girl. You love doing what I say don't you?"

  "Yes."

  "Touch your cunt." His gruff voice washes over me. I automatically touch myself. I moan when my fingers touch the wetness there. Damn, its pooling on his fancy leather couch.

  "Quincy. Please. Help me," I beg him. He pulls his cock from his pants, stroking it.

  I bite my lip.

  Damn. I don't know what I did to deserve this man but I'm glad I did it.

  4

  Quincy

  Fuck. Watching her fingers flutter through her folds is making me jealous, though I told her to do it. I don't know who I am right now. She causes a myriad of emotions that I didn't know I possess.

  What does it say about my level of obsession if I don't want her touching her own pussy? I am not sure I want to know, to be honest.

  Dropping to my knees in front of her, I stare at her pretty pink pussy and squeeze her thick thighs. I can't get enough of her taste. All night, I ate her out just to wake her up in order to bury all ten inches inside of her.

  Everything is moving at lightning speed. I wasn't good at taking it slow, so this is much better. With each pass of her fingers, she gets wetter and wetter, until there is a huge puddle of her juices under her ass. I'll never look at this couch the same way again. My dick is rock hard and stroking it while watching her has me almost coming. Moving her hand out the way, I shove two fingers inside of her. I pull them out and suck her essence into my mouth. Groaning, I move to line my cock up with her opening when she stops me by placing her hand on my thigh.

  "I wanna taste you now," she says in a voice I've come to recognize as her “sex me” voice.

  "Yeah, bad girl?" I grunt. My ability to form a coherent sentence has left me.

  "Uh-huh." She nods. It seems her ability to form a sentence is right on par with mine. Since she's lying on the couch, I climb on top of her, resting my weight on my knees. Settling over her belly, I surge forward until my cock touches her lips and her pink tongue peeks out. She is so fucking sexy like this. She tentatively licks a drop of my precum from the tip. She moans and pulls as much of me into her mouth as she can. This is the only blow job I've ever received but I know I'll never get enough of her mouth. My cock disappears in and out of her mouth and each time she sucks a little bit harder. She is a natural, but she's so hesitant that I know she has never done it before.

  I pull out of her mouth and climb down her body.

  Lining up with her opening, I slide into her slowly. I kiss her softly before pulling all the way out and slamming back into her. When she cries out, I clap my hand over her mouth and fuck her hard, drilling into her over and over. I don't want my brother or cousins hearing her. Her sounds of pleasure are for me alone.

  I feel her already drenched pussy flood as she comes. A few more punishing thrusts and I fill her yet again. The primal need inside me to impregnate her is strong. So strong in fact that my cock is still hard inside of her. I remove my hand from her mouth, and she pulls me down to her by my tie and kisses me. I continue to shallowly thrust into her. Leaning back, I lift her leg, changing the angle.

  "Oh, Quincy. You are so deep. So deep. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

  "Never, bad girl. Never. Marry me?" I ask on downward thrust. She stops moving under me.

  "What?" she gasps.

  "Be my wife," I say stopping and looking into her eyes. "You know you are mine. Why fight it?" I question.

  "No, you are right. I love you why-," she says before I cut her off.

  "I love you too,” I say kissing her again and again. We make love right through lunch.

  Before I let her leave my office, I slide the five-carat rose gold princess cut diamond I selected for her the day she graduated.

  Kissing her again, she flits back to her office while I head into back to back meetings.

  The first meeting is regarding projected sales growth with a new product launch. I need to be paying attention, however, all I can think about is Gina. The fact that I have fallen in love her so quickly should surprise me, but it doesn't. She is everything I've ever wanted in a woman but did not know it. In just a few short days she's brought me out of my shell. I have steadily been retreating into myself for ten years. I have put all my energy in raising Ash the way my parents would have wanted and growing Cox into what it is today.

  When my parents died, Ash was only six years old. Truman and I had to step up to the plate. I think we've done well over the years, but I know Ashleigh has suffered from not having a feminine influence in her life. She has Ivy now but that's so very recent that I don't think it's done anything yet. With Gina in her life as well I think that that will smooth out her rough edges.

  The second meeting is regarding an update of Clarence and David, the dumbasses who thought they could get away with stealing from this family. Yesterday, my cousin's girl, Ava, figured it out and brought Clarence down. With a little assist from Theo, he named his accomplice. In less than twenty-four hours since the arrest, we've recovered most of the stolen money, but what Clarence spent on strippers and David spent on his daughter Lucy's college education, we won't get back. We decided as a
group to continue to pay for Lucy's education.

  After all, it's not her fault her father lied and stole to get the money. She's pre-med at Columbia so she'll do some good in this world. What I find most fascinating about this is that Clarence spent more on strippers then Dave did on four years at Columbia. The man had a wife and three kids I just don't see the need to spend that kind of dough on strippers. I just don't understand that way of thinking, I guess.

  After work, I head home. Gina already there. The movers I sent to her apartment early this morning have already delivered her meager possessions.

  Seeing her in my space, I know this will be a short engagement. I need her to be my wife as soon as possible.

  5

  Gina

  Six Weeks Later

  I was surprised that he let me plan an actual wedding instead of going to the courthouse like he originally wanted. My parents came in from Pittsburgh three days ago with my brother, Butch. His name is Alan Henry, Jr. but he's a big guy. It was his football nickname and it's followed him around since then. He was just hired on with the Philadelphia Police.

  We are just having a small family-only ceremony at his aunt and uncle's house. I asked Ashleigh to be my maid of honor and we have gotten really close. The morning of the wedding dawns and I am running for the bathroom.

  Last night was the first night Quincy and I didn't sleep in the same bed. Honestly, it was torture. When there is nothing left to throw up, I take a quick shower. By the time I'm done, my nausea had passed.

  Opening the bathroom door into my bedroom, I see my mom standing there in her ever-present bathrobe. Every birthday, Christmas, and Mother's Day that's what she asked for and that's what she got.

  "Hey, Mom. Did I wake you?" I ask.

  "Yes and no. How long have you known that you're pregnant?" she asks. Is it crazy that I cannot wait to get that Mom superpower that lets you know when your kid is sick? I smile.

  "I don't know for sure, but I thought about it for the last couple of days."

  "I'll go get you a pregnancy test. I'll be right back."

  "Thanks, Mom," I say hugging her. She leaves and I start to get ready despite the amount of money I suddenly I have access to I'm still going to do things my way. That includes doing my own hair and makeup. My parents bought my wedding dress and paid for the wedding. The rehearsal dinner was done by his aunt and uncle. Damn, if it wasn't fancier than the meal, we're having today but it is very important to me that this is not about money. My parents are upper-middle-class and those are the values I was raised with. While I was excited to leave by craphole apartment that is the extent to which I have actually utilized my man's money. He has explained to me that once we are married none of that shit will matter. He's probably right but until we are married, I will stand firm in my convictions.

  I leave my robe on until my mom gets back from the pharmacy. Ripping the box open, I head for the bathroom to take the test and wait.

  Walking over to the test, I see the word "PREGNANT” before I even think about it, I just start shouting. Running into the bathroom, my mom takes one look at the test and folds me into her arms. This is the happiest I've ever been. I decide to wait to tell Quincy until after we get married. I finish getting ready and my father walks me down the aisle. Quincy is handsome as hell with his tux on with a peach-colored vest. He is staring at me as if nothing else matters.

  The wedding ceremony goes by in a blur, but in the end, I am Mrs. Quincy Adam Cox, finally.

  After the ceremony, the reception is more of a breakfast instead of a party. With the wedding at eleven o'clock in the morning, brunch seemed like the way to go. When the last guests are gone, we head for the airport. Three weeks in Europe is the most perfect honeymoon I could have asked for. Our first-class seats are more like beds and as soon as we are buckled in, I tell him our news.

  "I'm pregnant," I say smiling. My husband gives me the biggest grin and kisses me soundly. Though I knew he would be excited, I still breathe a sigh of relief.

  "Bad girl, keeping something like that from me won't do in the future."

  "I promise."

  I make about to tell him the moment I know about it from now on. Once we are in the air, he drags me to the bathroom and fucks me epically. Twice the put-out flight attendant had to ask if we were okay in there. She knew what was going on but luckily said nothing. I will tell you it wasn't as easy as movies make it out to be, but it was so worth it. I'm a lot of things but thin isn't one of them, but my man is creative as fuck. I love that man more than I ever thought possible and he loves me so much everyone knows it. When I was a little girl, I never thought that I would end up with a man like him but I'm so glad that I did.

  Later in life, I found out that Jefferson was supposed to deliver that commencement address but was unable to and every single day I thank God for that. I love my life everything is possible because of him. He saw me, wanted me, and made it happen.

  What more could a girl like me ever ask for?

  Epilogue

  Quincy

  Two Years Later

  Two years with Gina and I am a changed man. Our son, Adam, is a bright boy. He loves just hanging out with us since we are both homebodies so that works out well. It's nothing really special going on today but I do have a surprise for my wife. I rented out an entire movie theater in order to get an early viewing of a movie starring her favorite actor, Keanu Reeves. There's a lot of award buzz for this movie about a futuristic soldier who saves the world from a sadistic overlord and falls in love with said overlord's youngest daughter while doing it. She is very excited to see it. It's pretty much the only thing I've heard about for a year. She doesn't know that my in-laws have already picked Adam up for the evening, but she soon will. For now, she thinks that they are going out for ice cream.

  Since she had Adam she has worked from home. It's a good thing marketing can be done from anywhere. She excels at her job and I couldn't be prouder of her. Though I still can't pinpoint it, what I saw in her the day of her graduation still rings true. Tomorrow afternoon we launch the campaign she created for the new gadget we invented. It is a multi-purpose phone once used by the military but has since been decommissioned for public use. It is an innovation from the last twenty years of cellular phones. She has worked tirelessly on this campaign and I'm honestly surprised she's not at her desk when I walk into her home office.

  Following the sound of the shower, I find her in our bathroom. Through the glass doors, I can see that she is washing her hair, so I take that opportunity to strip down in order to join her. Setting my Cox 2311 on the counter along with my watch and wallet, I see a pregnancy test. Glancing at it, I notice that it is positive. Before I start shouting from the rooftops, I should ascertain whether she knows if it's positive or not.

  "Gin, have you seen this yet?" I ask. She gasps.

  "Shit. You scared me, babe. Seen what?" she asks.

  "Your pregnancy test on the counter."

  "Oh, that? No. I just took it and decided to take a shower so that I didn't think about it. Those are the worst three minutes of my life. What does it say?" she asks excitedly.

  "We're going to have another baby," I all but shout.

  "Thank God. I was starting to think that there was something wrong with me."

  "It's not possible, Gin. You are simply perfection," I say climbing into the shower behind her. We have had some problems getting pregnant again and I know that this takes a huge weight off of her shoulders. Believe me, I have buried myself in her willing cunt so many times since Adam was born that I can understand why she thought that there was a problem. I watch her finish washing up. Just thinking about her gets me hard so getting to watch a floor show is a no-brainer. We switch places after conditions her hair so that I am under the water and then quickly take care of business. When I'm all done, she stares at me. Leaning down, I kiss her. She pulls back from me.

  "I am so excited about this baby. Adam is going to love him or her. And you know that I will." r />
  "You're too good to me, Quincy Cox. You know that don't you?" Before I can stop her, she's down on her knees in front of me. "Thank you for giving me everything I've ever wanted. Ever."

  "Don't thank me, Gina. We're in this together. You are my everything with that, are fingernails dig into my thighs as she pulls me closer to her rapidly hardening cock right in her face. Gingerly, she sucks the tip into her hot, wet mouth. She moans as my precum hits her tongue, just like she always does. Then she takes more of me down her throat like a good girl she sucks my cock I groan gripping her wet hair into my fists.

  "Fuck, you're a bad girl, Gina. A bad girl indeed. You should stop unless you want me to come down your pretty throat."

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  Every pull of my cock further into her mouth has my orgasm building from the tips of my toes. I can feel it everywhere and I know it's going to be epic. She pops off my cock with an audible sound.

  "Come on my face, baby. Let me have it. I am a bad girl. A very bad girl and I missed you all day long." She plays with her perfect peach colored nipples, tugging on them hard.

  "That's it, Gina. Pinch those nipples for me. Get them hard. Is your cunt wet? Do you need my cock?" She shakes her head no and I am momentarily confused. What? I question.

  "I want you to come on my face first, then you can have my pussy." She drags her fingers down her perfectly plump belly and into her folds. "Oooh. I am so wet," she moans like a porn star. "I'm dripping for you. Always for you." My sexy wife has done it now. I am going to give her what she wants. I jerk my cock while she steadily strums her clit. What a fucking sight. I am the luckiest bastard alive that this wanton show she puts on is only for me. God, she is gorgeous. She is all soft curves and pale skin, with her dangerously red hair and gorgeous green eyes, the same exact shade as her emerald engagement ring.