Married to my Secretary

My Sleeping Beauty

As the day came to a close and the sun started to set through my wall sized window facing the city, I lean back in my chair and rub my eyes. It's been a long Monday, and Ali has been working her butt off since the large amount of deals we're closing. I close my eyes and relax, feeling the office begin to gradually cool. Half asleep, drowning in my thoughts I hear a soft knock against the frame of my doorway. Easing my eyes open only to find her leaning against my door, her shirt pulled out of her skirt, and an unopened bottle of red wine in her hands.
Chuckling to myself I smile at her, a smile that she instantly takes as access granted, access she uses to bring herself around to sitting on my desk before planting a sweet I missed you kiss on my lips.
"How was your day handsome?"
"You don't know how much better it is now." I say taking two wine glasses out of my desk drawer and popping the cork of the 12 year old bottle, the older the better the taste I've learned over years of business parties and relaxed meetings.
Pouring the smooth Scarlett wine into each glass she smiles at me, and in her soft blue eyes, I can see her thinking of every second were together, and as she sips the intoxicating drink, she smiles at me, a smile telling me how much she loves me.

2 hours later of sipping and laughing Ali lays in my lap gently drifting asleep, her head resting against my shoulder and her arms wrapped around me. "8:46" my watch reads, reminding me that as great this is it would be so much better if we were home. Lifting her into my arms I try my best to to wake her but I can feel her stirring in my arms. Wrapping my suit jacket around her I take the elevator to my private garage in the building where I lay her into the passenger seat of  the cobra, and wrap the jacket around her, chuckling as I see her snuggling into the chair.
"She's had a long day." I think to myself  as I climb in and the engine roars to life.
We roar up the side roads to our penthouse, the night sky looking down on us in the convertible and the wind blowing through my hair as my left hand steers and the other rubs circles on Ali's thigh, feeling her smooth skin under my fingers.

After parking in our garage and carrying my baby upstairs I lay her gently in the couch and begin to unbutton my shirt while walking to start a bath before I hear the most gentle whisper from her.
"I love you babe."
"I love you too Hun" I lowly say to her sliding into the couch with her.
"I need a shower, desperately " she yawns and sits up sliding her hands around me.
"How about you take a shower with me." I tease while placing kisses along her arm feeling her relax under each kiss.
"That sounds like an amazing idea" she smirks leading me to the bathroom by my hands, my shirt being long forgotten in the couch, somehow along with my belt apparently.
Wrapping my arms around her hips my hands glide themselves along her curves as I pulling her against my body as she undresses to the tempting red lace underwear she teases me with, before my hands slowly unclip her bra with her biting her lip as it slowly releases her mounds. Getting undressed myself I climb in beside her underneath the rain of the shower, she lays her hand around my neck as she pulls me into a wet passionate kiss. Our lips moving in rhythm with each other and her thigh grazes mine, her wet skin teasing my senses making me pull out lips apart and trail burning kisses down her neck her breath hitching at every one, as I gently nibble leaving my love marks along her neck. My hands slide along her soapy body, flowing along her perfect curves and landing on her amazing breasts, my thumbs flickering over her sensitive nipple, knowing I was causing war between her thighs. Moaning and gasping she leans into my body further before I lift her against the wall and press our bodies together, smashing my lips against hers and our tongues fighting for dominance in a heat filled exchange of passion. Before long the water cools against our skins as I turn the tap off and wrap a towel around her still pecking her cheek.
"How about you go dry up in the room and I get us two lovely cups of hot chocolate." I smile against her ear.
"Mhm, try not to miss me too much you handsome devil" she teases at me having me
reply with a squeeze to her tickle spot and a "always do.".

After drying my hair and dragging on a pair of fleece Nike sweatpants and leaving my muscular frame shirtless I stroll into our stainless steel kitchen with my phone in my hand. Placing my phone on the counter I begin to create my chocolate masterpiece. While mixing the chocolate and ingredients together my phone buzzes, checking it I see a message from Brooke.
" How the hell did she get my personal number?!" I say to myself opening the text only to find an erotic picture of her laying in bed with the caption "hey sexy".