nodded, tears trailing down her cheeks. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Damien slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her hand, then quickly stood and wrapped her in a tight hug. Hands patted the couple on their shoulders and backs—and more than one gave a naughty pinch to their rears—as the entire room congratulated Chloe and Damien.
In the blink of an eye, her good-as-it-could-get life had got even better. She could get used to surprises like this.
Chloe thought for a moment about how the twists in her life had brought her to this perfect night and this perfect man. Her struggle to succeed through college and grad school, getting fired from her old job, and even her old boyfriend who was so awful to her. Yes, even old what’s-his-name had played an important role.
What was his name anyway?
Chloe shrugged indifferently and looked at her hand. It’s like a little tiara for my finger, she thought happily, and I’ve never felt like more of a princess. I’ll have to see if I can sell my Princess Numberina story to Disney after all.
Waiters had begun bringing trays of mushroom tartlets, bruschetta and prosciutto with melon. The inaugural party for Razzo was underway. Damien held her tightly, as if he were afraid she would fly away, and Chloe could hardly fail to notice his arousal. She turned her back to him and leaned against him, rubbing his stiffness against the curve of her rear.
Damien lowered his face to her ear and whispered, “I need to show you something in my office.” He brushed his hand lightly against her breasts and kissed her neck. “Come on.” Chloe let him pull her briskly from the restaurant and to the winding iron staircase.
She raced down the stairs after him, past the elegant lounge tables of the entry floor and down to Volare’s dance floor and bar. They ran all the way to Damien’s office and slammed the door behind them, breathless.
Damien locked the door as Chloe dimmed the lights. “Silly that some people say familiarity breeds contempt.” Chloe laughed as she pulled her jade green sundress over her head. “Working with you all day, every day, just keeps me turned on, all day, every day.” The push-up bra she wore thrust her breasts up enticingly, with the rosy blush of her areolae just visible beneath the silver satin.
“Good thing I’m the owner, then, huh?” Damien agreed, swallowing, while he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
“Mm-hmm”—Chloe nodded—“and I’m the co-manager, don’t forget about that.” She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her thong and yanked it down to her ankles, then kicked it aside.
“You are a kick-ass co-manager, therapist and accountant,” Damien stated, “and a damn fine fuck, too.” He unfastened his trousers and pulled them down with his black boxer briefs. His stiff cock sprang free, jutting up towards the ceiling through a tangle of soft brown curls.
“Yeah, baby, don’t you forget it.” Chloe smiled. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her tits fell free of the confining Lycra. Damien’s eyes widened when he saw the delicate blue crystals hanging beneath each taut peak.
Chloe shook her shoulders and the dangling crystals sparkled in the dim light. “I added to my collection of nipple jewellery that you started,” she told him. “I wanted to dress up my ta-tas for you tonight. I hope you like it.”
“Oh, yes, your ta-tas look delicious, dear,” he assured her. Lifting his hands, he flicked each swinging crystal and watched them swing. Then he placed a warm, wet kiss on each tenderly pinched tit.
Chloe lifted one foot onto his conveniently placed boomerang table and gripped his erection. Sliding it over her streaming cleft, she whispered, “Come on, let’s do it.”
Damien slid his hands down to cup her softly rounded ass. He placed the tip of his cock just inside her pussy lips. “You’ll be my wife, then,” he whispered, “till we’re old and grey?”
“Yeah,” Chloe promised, thrusting her
Damien slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her hand, then quickly stood and wrapped her in a tight hug. Hands patted the couple on their shoulders and backs—and more than one gave a naughty pinch to their rears—as the entire room congratulated Chloe and Damien.
In the blink of an eye, her good-as-it-could-get life had got even better. She could get used to surprises like this.
Chloe thought for a moment about how the twists in her life had brought her to this perfect night and this perfect man. Her struggle to succeed through college and grad school, getting fired from her old job, and even her old boyfriend who was so awful to her. Yes, even old what’s-his-name had played an important role.
What was his name anyway?
Chloe shrugged indifferently and looked at her hand. It’s like a little tiara for my finger, she thought happily, and I’ve never felt like more of a princess. I’ll have to see if I can sell my Princess Numberina story to Disney after all.
Waiters had begun bringing trays of mushroom tartlets, bruschetta and prosciutto with melon. The inaugural party for Razzo was underway. Damien held her tightly, as if he were afraid she would fly away, and Chloe could hardly fail to notice his arousal. She turned her back to him and leaned against him, rubbing his stiffness against the curve of her rear.
Damien lowered his face to her ear and whispered, “I need to show you something in my office.” He brushed his hand lightly against her breasts and kissed her neck. “Come on.” Chloe let him pull her briskly from the restaurant and to the winding iron staircase.
She raced down the stairs after him, past the elegant lounge tables of the entry floor and down to Volare’s dance floor and bar. They ran all the way to Damien’s office and slammed the door behind them, breathless.
Damien locked the door as Chloe dimmed the lights. “Silly that some people say familiarity breeds contempt.” Chloe laughed as she pulled her jade green sundress over her head. “Working with you all day, every day, just keeps me turned on, all day, every day.” The push-up bra she wore thrust her breasts up enticingly, with the rosy blush of her areolae just visible beneath the silver satin.
“Good thing I’m the owner, then, huh?” Damien agreed, swallowing, while he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.
“Mm-hmm”—Chloe nodded—“and I’m the co-manager, don’t forget about that.” She hooked her thumbs under the sides of her thong and yanked it down to her ankles, then kicked it aside.
“You are a kick-ass co-manager, therapist and accountant,” Damien stated, “and a damn fine fuck, too.” He unfastened his trousers and pulled them down with his black boxer briefs. His stiff cock sprang free, jutting up towards the ceiling through a tangle of soft brown curls.
“Yeah, baby, don’t you forget it.” Chloe smiled. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Her tits fell free of the confining Lycra. Damien’s eyes widened when he saw the delicate blue crystals hanging beneath each taut peak.
Chloe shook her shoulders and the dangling crystals sparkled in the dim light. “I added to my collection of nipple jewellery that you started,” she told him. “I wanted to dress up my ta-tas for you tonight. I hope you like it.”
“Oh, yes, your ta-tas look delicious, dear,” he assured her. Lifting his hands, he flicked each swinging crystal and watched them swing. Then he placed a warm, wet kiss on each tenderly pinched tit.
Chloe lifted one foot onto his conveniently placed boomerang table and gripped his erection. Sliding it over her streaming cleft, she whispered, “Come on, let’s do it.”
Damien slid his hands down to cup her softly rounded ass. He placed the tip of his cock just inside her pussy lips. “You’ll be my wife, then,” he whispered, “till we’re old and grey?”
“Yeah,” Chloe promised, thrusting her
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