Norman

One glorious week had passed. Norman stared out of his office window, and couldn't keep the smile from his face. He was married, and slowly, he was moving Sasha into his place. Their wedding hadn't been a big deal.

No white dress, no flowers, no guests. Like Sasha wanted, they'd gone down to the courtrooms during a break, and simply gotten married, signed the paperwork, sealed it all up, and he'd placed a ring on her finger. It had to be one of the coldest moments of his life. Then he recalled Sasha's smile, and nothing had been cold about that day. They all had to make sacrifices, and she was giving up her life to be with him.

There had been a few minor setbacks. She didn't want anyone to know that he was married in the office, so the ring he wore was around his neck attached to a necklace. Sasha wouldn't wear her ring either, which pissed him the fuck off.

She belonged to him. They were in the process of making a baby together, and they were husband and wife. It would only be a matter of time before it got out, and then she would have to face everyone.

They had also set a date for him to meet her parents. Another week to go, and he would know a little more about Sasha. Spinning around, he found her talking to the lady who took the letters, Lottie. For some strange reason Sasha believed it was good of him to remember colleagues' names, or in his case, employees' names.

He didn't really care to remember every single name in his employ. There were so many. He treated them well, and if they fucked up, he made sure they knew it. Growing up in foster care, he was always told when he was doing wrong, when he was fucking up. It didn't stop him.

In fact, he got stronger, he got better, and when everyone else was praising someone else, he speared ahead. Life was a competition, one he always intended to win.

Getting to his feet, he made his way out the door.

"I had a great weekend, thank you. My husband took me out for a romantic dinner. Well, I thought it was romantic. We went for a picnic out near our old football field."

"That sounds perfect," Sasha said, smiling.

He was blown away with that smile. Rarely did she smile at him.

"Morning, ladies," he said, alerting them to his presence. The smile disappeared from Sasha's face. Lottie looked flustered. I'm sorry, sir. I'll just be taking these letters."

"It's Lottie, right?" he asked.

"Yes. Yes, sir, it is."

"Great to finally meet you. Sasha talks so highly of you."

"I come to the floor every single day," Lottie said.

He held his hand out for her to take. She looked at him like he was going to bite. Quickly, she shook his hand, and made her escape.

"Why did you have to do that?" Sasha asked, turning toward him.

"What?"

"Make her nervous. She probably thinks she's out of a job now." Sasha shook her head and pulled out a file. "You have three appointments..."

"Baby, where have you been?"

Norman turned in time to see Diana throwing her arms around him. Sasha's desk phone had been ringing constantly, and she now took the distraction to pick it up.

Diana's grip was a damn nightmare, and he tried to pull her off. He'd seen the look in Sasha's eyes. She was...gutted.

"She's here, thank you, Martha." She put the phone down, and he saw her eyes were a little teary. "Sir, Diana is here to see you."

Before he could say anything, Sasha turned on her heel, and left.

What the fuck?

"Have you missed me?" Diana asked.

"I kicked your ass out of my office. Why are you back here?"

"Don't be so silly. I know you were only joking around, and it was so funny. Let's be serious, you want me. I remember all the amazing times we had, and how much you loved being inside me."

This was the kind of woman he'd been fucking, He felt sick to his stomach, and he wasn't happy with how Sasha had left him. He was pissed off, angry even. She was his wife, dammit.

He'd done everything in his power to make her happy, and she just got up, and walked off.

Diana tried to wrap her arms around him again, and he became aware of people watching.

"Get out of my office," he said.

She rolled her eyes. This woman was a psycho. He didn't trust her, and more importantly, he had to go to Sasha. She'd looked so damn sad and upset.

He had to go and protect her.

"You always play hard to get. If you're embarrassed, don't be. They all know that you want me."

"I don't." Grabbing the phone from Sasha's desk, he called security.

The change in Diana was instant. "I'm pregnant."

"No, you're not."

"I am. I'm pregnant with your baby." She cupped her stomach.

"I haven't slept with you in a long time, Diana. This is harassment, and I will get a restraining order. That won't look good for your agent." The only reason he'd dated Diana was because her agent happened to be a good friend, who asked him to. Norman was done doing good deeds. Diana was a spoilt brat, used to getting what she wanted, and when she didn't, she threw a fit.

"When you were drunk, that's when you slept with me."

Norman burst out laughing. "Don't even try to use that tactic, Diana. When I'm drunk, I can't even get it up. That baby you're carrying is not mine, if you're even carrying a baby." He wouldn't put it past her to try to lure him into bed to get what she wanted.

Security appeared seconds later, and when he was sure they would deal with it, he went in search of Sasha. He found her in the copy room, standing at the machine. Papers came out of one end.

She glanced behind her, and her eyes grew wide. "I thought you'd be busy."

"I'm actually taken, babe. I got married over the weekend to a pretty good woman."

"Enough, Norman. People can hear."

"I don't give a fuck what they hear." He entered the copy room and closed the door. The blinds were down in the room, and Sasha sighed, turning around.

This moment was clichéd as fuck, but he wanted her. Damn it, his cock was rock hard, tenting his pants.

"I don't want everyone to know our business. It's not important to you like it is to me," she said. "I had to deal with it when you hired me. I'm lucky I get some respect now."

"I hear anyone bitch about you, say horrible shit, and I would end them, Sasha. Tell me who says anything, and that would be it, done."

"It's not that simple."

"Yeah, it really is. You don't have to make a big deal out of nothing."

"She's the first one of many. You've not lived like a monk."

"Neither have you."

"I don't have men coming to work to claim me, Norman."

"If they did, I wouldn't walk away," he said. "I'd stay by your side, letting them know exactly who you belong to." He advanced into the room. Standing in front of her, he sank his fingers into her hair, gripping the back of her neck. Pulling her close, he slammed his lips down on hers, and they both moaned.

The hands on his chest started to push him away. He fought her until she ran them up, sinking into his hair. With his other hand, he cupped her ass, kneading the flesh. He'd been inside her this morning, and it still wasn't enough. He needed her again.

Picking her up, he placed her on top of the copier, and tore at her panties until they snapped. "What if someone comes?" she asked.

"Oh, there will be people coming. Both of us." He spread her open, feeling her wetness.

Groaning, he pulled his cock out of the open zipper, found her entrance, and slid home.

He covered her mouth to soften the sounds. "We don't want anyone to hear."

Her eyes grew wide, and her pussy spilled more of her cum over his dick. She was so responsive, so wild. He just knew that none of her wildness had ever been explored. His Sasha was the one that had always been overlooked.

Pulling out of her pussy, he slid back inside, thrusting hard.

"When I get you home tonight, I want you on your knees, ready to take my dick." He pounded inside her, getting her more aroused about what he had planned for when they got home.

"When you've taken my cum in your mouth, and I've seen it there before you swallow it down, I'm going to lick your pussy, get you ready for another wave of cum."

She met his thrusts, wrapping her legs around his waist as he fucked her hard, taking what he wanted. He paused in his thrusts, reaching between them to flick her clit.

Norman wasn't about to find his release before she did. She was going to come, come hard, and he was going to enjoy it.

"You like this, don't you? The risks, the chance of getting caught. I don't care if someone walks in. I hope it's a guy. That way they will know that you belong to me, and no one has a chance with you. Your body is mine."

You want her heart.

Norman gritted his teeth, trying to cut off the yearning that had started from the first moment he thrust inside her.

Sasha came, spilling her cream all over his cock. When the orgasm started to subside, he thrust inside her, going deep, claiming her as his own.

He pressed his face into her neck to stop himself from crying out. The pleasure of her body made it even harder for him to leave her alone. She was fucking heaven.

Spilling his cum inside her, he pressed a final kiss to her lips. This wasn't going to end with one child, or even with two.

Sasha had always been a dream to him, a pleasure that he never thought he'd find in a woman.

"Diana is gone," he said.

"Every single woman that came before means nothing to me. All there is, is you."