Sasha

Sasha watched as Norman spoke with his clients. It had been a week since he'd asked her about Logan. Things were moving slowly with Logan, but Shannon was reassured that they would be able to have him by next week. Until then, they both went and visited, getting Logan used to them.

The boys with Logan weren't angry or upset that he was coming home with them. In fact, they were damn happy. She was shocked by the love the boys showed Logan, and she was proud.

The workplace gossip had died down now. No one was whispering behind their hands, looking at them, and laughing. It was the laughter she'd hated more than anything. Norman wouldn't let them hide their relationship anymore, and for that she was glad. She'd never enjoyed hiding that part of herself, and it never felt natural for her to.

"Here you go," Lottie said, interrupting her.

"So sorry, I was away in a different land there," she said, taking the mail from her.

"Marriage must really suit you."

"Why do you say that?"

"You're practically glowing. You're really happy, and it's nice to see you so happy."

Sasha nodded. "I am happy. Last week we went and stayed at my parents' place."

"How was it?" Lottie asked.

"Kind of scary. We're both adults, but still, he was meeting my parents, and that can be really scary."

Lottie chuckled.

"It went well though. I had no complaints." She glanced through the mail. "How was your weekend, and week?" They had been so busy with one problem and another with work that she hadn't caught up with Lottie.

"Not a lot. My husband was poorly this week, so I nursed him back to health."

"Everything okay now?"

"Of course. He always acts sick, but I have a trick up my sleeve." Lottie leaned in close. "I wear my nurse's outfit, and he's always ready to get back on the horse, if you know what I mean."

Sasha burst out laughing.

"Men, huh."

"Yeah, men."

Lottie left soon after, and Sasha was still smiling at her story. It was funny, and it was good to laugh.

The weekend with her parents had actually been a blast. Her father adored Norman, and they had both gone fishing down to the lake back home. She stayed with her mom, cooking up a storm. It was great to get into a nice, big kitchen, and just create.

The downfall to living in an apartment was the size of the kitchen. It wasn't great. Also, her mother often sent food out to the neighbors. Living in the city, that was kind of dangerous to do, and not something she recommended to anyone.

In the evening they'd sat playing board games, and Norman loved it. He loved being surrounded by family, and it made her realize everything that he had missed out on. Norman didn't have a family, nor did he have many close friends. He had colleagues, business associates, contacts, nothing personal. No friends, nothing.

She wanted to make a family with him, to give him everything that he had missed out on as a child.

When her parents had gone to bed, that hadn't stopped Norman from coming to her room.

The days were spent with her parents where he was the perfect son-in-law. The nights, they belonged to them, and Norman made every single one of her dreams come true. It wasn't dirty,

hard, rough sex. Those two nights, they stayed at her parents — they didn't leave until Monday morning Norman made love to her. There was no dirty talk. It had been beautiful, and she felt a connection to him that went far deeper than sex.

Licking her suddenly dry lips, she rounded her desk, and got on with work. The day wore on, and with it being a Saturday, everyone was gone by two.

Norman was working harder. She knew he was putting in longer hours as she stayed with him. He wanted to make sure he was able to spend as much time with Logan when they got him home.

Their apartment was already prepared for him, the spare bedroom being set up for everything a ten-year-old boy would want.

They were always on the hunt for a house outside of the city. By five o'clock, they were the only two in the building, and Norman came out of his office. She sat up, stretching out her back, and giving a little moan as she did.

"I didn't expect it to be this long."

"It's okay. I've caught up on all the work, and besides, what's a Saturday without having to work overtime? Maybe I should ask my boss for a raise," she said.

"Come here," Norman said. Getting to her feet, she made her way toward him. He reached out, taking hold of her hip, and tugging her close.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just realized that I've spent most of today without you near."

I heard a lot of yelling over the phone."

"A competitor is trying to buy out something that I want. He's making several tempting offers, but I won't let him take what's mine by lying. I don't believe in that shit."

"My man, always doing the right thing."

"You don't think I should?"

"No, I do. I guess I'm just so proud of the fact you won't be bullied into doing something you don't want to do."

"It's not something I agree with. If you're going to buy out a company, and sell it off piece by piece, then be honest about it. I want to make this company thrive. It's an old bakery company that went under during the last financial crisis. They're struggling, and I know I can help them."

She cupped his cheeks, smiling up at him. Then do what you think is right." She pressed a kiss to his lips.

He gripped her ass, squeezing.

Sasha let out a squeal as he picked her up, and walked back toward his desk. "What are you doing?" she asked, laughing.

"Something I've been thinking about doing all day."

"You've been in meetings all day."

"You don't think I've looked through the glass, and been tempted by you?" he asked.

She licked her lips, staring up at him. "No, I don't. Maybe you should show me."

He placed her on the edge of his desk, and ran his hand toward the edge of her skirt. He pushed it up. Lifting her ass off the desk, she helped him move the skirt past her panties. She cried out as he tore them off her body, pocketing them. Ever since she'd been with him, she had lost more panties because of his need to take them from her.

"I don't think I can have too many more panties go missing."

"Put it on my bill." He captured her face, and slammed his lips down on hers, making he moan with the kiss that he gave her. He devoured her lips, plunging his tongue deep into her mouth, and making her belong to him. This man owned her heart.

It didn't matter how many times she tried to deny it. The truth was, Norman had gotten inside her heart a long time ago.

Probably from the first moment that she realized he cared. Norman had so much love inside him. One day, she hoped that he could love her with that kind of fierceness.

"This isn't going to be nice," he said, opening his belt buckle.

"I don't want it to be nice."

He shoved his pants down, revealing his rock hard cock. Tipping her back on the desk, she cried out as he found her pussy, and slammed deep inside her.

There was nothing nice about it.

He was hard, and he took her with a passion that surprised her. Norman tore open her shirt so that buttons flew all over the office. He tugged her tits out of the cups, and pinched her nipples.

"Fuck, baby, you have no idea what you do to me."

"I've got an idea." She screamed his name as he swiveled his hips, and plunged deep inside her.

Reaching between them, she fingered her clit, watching as it drove him crazy. Norman loved it when she took charge of her own orgasm, making him feel when she came. He didn't make her wait for long as he started to pound inside her, going deeper than ever before.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He pumped inside her, spilling his cum. At the same time, she found her own release, echoing his name over again.

When it was over, the only sounds in the office that could be heard was that of his panting.

"I booked us a restaurant," he said, breaking the silence.

"And I bought you a dress."

"You didn't need to do that."

"I know I didn't need to. I want to."

He kissed her lips, and she couldn't help but smile. She was with him because she wanted to be as well.