Married to The Fame

Chapter 11

Mrs. Porter's POV:

"So, you fired Georgia?" Nicole's accusation really hurt me. I would never do that.

"No. She left by herself."

"Why?" She was still stone cold, not looking me in the eyes.

"Something about a conflict of interest." I wasn't going to tell her the real reason. I mean, she sees her every day, Georgia should've told her by herself.

"I see." Nicole's piercing blue eyes looked right through my soul. We stood like that for about a minute before she broke the silence again.

"So, aren't you going to say something? I'm giving you a chance to explain yourself."

"I'm so sorry, Nicole. I was stupid."

"I already know that." I deserve that one.

"You were not around. She caught me in a moment of weakness. I missed you like crazy. The fact that you were with the British version of me made jealousy run through my body like crazy. All I wanted was you. I still do. I love you. And I know you still love me too."

We stood in my office, waiting for someone to speak again. I apologized to Nicole for a thousandth time and now I'm just waiting for... something. She hasn't spoken for several minutes, and I've just been silently crying.

"You hurt me." Her voice cracked. "No one managed to hurt me like that. But I know I was gone. I want to settle this in peace. Hell, I never really wanted a divorce. In fact..." She ran out and I was totally and utterly confused. After a few minutes she came back.

"What did you do?"

"I told my lawyer to go home." Nicole smiled after that statement and so did I.

It didn't take me long to jump my wife and wrap my legs around her waist, holding her tight. We kissed like crazy, not caring if anyone heard anything.

Nicole turned around, while still holding me and pushed all of the papers from my desk. Oops, Heder will be mad...

She let me sit on the edge of the desk and she continued her kisses down my neck. When she got to the collar bone, I could already feel my panties were soaked.

"I've missed you so much, sweetheart." I had to admit, being touched by my wife was maybe the best feeling in the world. Not maybe, for sure, it was the best feeling. She knew what to do and how to do it, all at the right time.

"Is this new?" She tugged on my dress that had buttons all the way down.

"Yes, don't you dare..." The buttons were flying everywhere in less than a second and she attacked my breasts. "...rip it."

Completely forgetting about the fact that she just ripped my new dress, I pushed all of my strength not to come with Nicole just sucking on my breasts. She still has a lot of things to do.

"They are not the only ones who need your attention." I pulled her by the hair back to my lips, and crashed us into a passionate kiss. Our tongues fought for dominance, and I in one moment, I could feel Nicole bitting on my bottom lip, driving me insane. She needs to get down there as soon as possible.

"My lips have something else to kiss, love." The Australian girl I knew and loved was back in my arms and she was only mine. And now she's about the fuck my brains out.

Nicole kneeled at the end of the desk in front of me, between my legs. She pulled the wet panties down and threw them somewhere else. They weren't any good now anyway.

She flicked her tongue just once and then looked at me again. "You smell so good when you're hot and wet."

Then with all her strength, she dived into me without stopping. I held onto the desk as hard as I could, not being able to control my screams and moans anymore.

"Nicole... Yes... More... Right there..." I didn't even care about someone hearing us, all I focused on was my climax. Before I coule reach it, she moved her head from between my legs and I immediately reacted. "No!"

Nicole moved close to my ear and whispere before bitting it. "Yes." Right then, two fingers pushed inside of me and I gasped, diving my nails into her back. I screamed, and screamed, and fucking screamed. It was over, I felt pure happiness. Not just by the orgasm, but I need to admit three months without sex can do crazy things to you, but because my soldier was back. And she will never leave me again.

"Promise not to leave me ever again."

"I promise. And you better keep those green eyes on this ass, not anybody else's." I chuckled.

"Promise, sweetie. I love you."

"I love you too. Mrs. Porter."

We both laughed at her calling me that. We were happy again.