Christmas With Cassandra

Twenty minutes later they were in the back of Damon’s sedan with his bodyguard-driver at the wheel. Sarah joined the man in the front seat while Alisha and Dee took Alice’s car back to the office.

“All right, spill.” Alice smacked the button that raised the privacy partition. “Who is this Cassandra Welsh and why is Lana Andrews calling me to ask you about her?”

“That last part is easier to answer than the first – she’s calling you to stir up trouble because she has nothing better to do.” When Lana wasn’t causing drama in her wake, she was out seducing people. Damon had been on both ends of Lana’s favorite machinations too many times to count now. Her husband wasn’t much better, honestly.

“Uh huh. And you’re playing into her hand more than I am by giving me an answer like that.” Alice didn’t know whether to be amused or annoyed that this was the direction things were going in already. “Come on, Damon, it’s okay to tell me she’s an ex-girlfriend.”

“Well, not quite. It was never that serious.”

“So she is someone you were once involved with?”

“You could say that.”

“I definitely am.”

Damon cleared his throat. “We had a casual relationship that lasted a few months.”

“A few months?”

“Like I said, it was casual. We weren’t seeing each other every weekend. Hardly every month. But it was enough times for there to be… issues… between us.”

“You can’t leave me hanging.”

Damon’s eyes lingered on her protruding stomach. “She once heavily implied that she was pregnant because of me.”

Good thing Alice wasn’t trying to swallow anything right then. “Come again?”

“You heard me, precious. She was an ex-lover of mine who implied that I may have fathered a child of hers.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No.”

“I’m guessing it wasn’t yours?”

Damon’s hand meandered across her stomach, caressing the sensitive flesh and the baby growing beneath. “I never heard about it again. Never even heard if she was actually pregnant, although there were rumors. If she did have a child, she never told me about it or asked for anything. I’m assuming she either knew it wasn’t mine after all or there never was a child.”

“I see. Well, I’ve been informed that she’s going to gala I just RSVP’d to on our behalf. Suppose I’ll get to meet this very interesting ex of yours.”

“Yes. She was quite the interesting ex of most men we know.”

“Really? That so?” Not that it was any of Alice’s business…

“She got around, although it didn’t bother me any. If I were upset that every woman I slept with had been with my peers, I’d have an incredibly small dating pool.”

“At least we know how quickly STDs would spread among everyone we know at this income level.”

“All the better I’m married now.” Damon patted his wife’s leg. His simple touch reawakened the stupid hormones battling for domination within her. “Let them have painful urination.”

Really, really not what Alice wanted to hear while she confronted how sexually aroused she suddenly was. What absolutely did not help was having her sexually charged husband sitting right next to her in the middle of a traffic jam. Well, she supposed, grazing his cock in his pants wouldn’t be a terrible thing to do. Just a touch. A light, simple stroke…

“Let’s say it was true,” she said, distracting herself. “That you have another child out there somewhere. It would most certainly be older than our daughter.”

“Alice.” His knuckles touched her beneath the chin. “I don’t have any other children. I’m fairly confident about that. A man in my position would have heard about it by now, regardless of the station of the mother. And at any rate,” he tipped her head back for a kiss, “you have my word as your husband and the father of this child that our daughter will be born the de facto heir to everything we’re building together. Even if it turns out I have another one, it will be a Welsh before it will ever be a Monroe. They need heirs too. Let it be.”

The thing that made Damon so sure, although he never told his wife, was that he had been as single as single got whenever he slept with Cassandra. The Welshes could be incredibly traditional. As soon as someone found out that the child was his, they would have made sure Damon knew about it. They probably would have asked for a temporary marriage to save everyone’s faces and to legitimize the child. Not that Damon’s father would have stood for that.Damon kissed his wife with enough tenderness to sate him until they got back to the office, whenever that was. However, Alice was not feeling any kind of tender except for what was going on with her swelling breasts and feet. All she wanted to feel was the sexual chemistry boiling between them in the back of their chauffeured car. Her hand grabbed his cock as she purred into his ear.

Well, if that’s how she wanted to play…

A pregnant woman always appreciated knowing that her husband still wanted her even though she was heavy and already carrying on his biological destiny. And, oh, did Damon want her. He wanted her when he first found out she was pregnant, and he would continue to want her until they made damn well sure that their legacy was going to last through multiple generations. None of that was coming to fruition yet, but as anyone reading this could probably anticipate, the Monroes were not going to stop at one child.

And as anyone reading this can also probably guess, there was at least one other person in the car who knew exactly what was going on – and didn’t care. Sarah Clayborn was perfectly capable of ignoring what her bosses were up to as long as she had enough work to distract herself with. But it had been a hard day. Seeing those ultrasound photos hadn’t rattled her, but hearing talk of heirs and other women were what finally got her. While the bodyguard drove diligently back to the office, Sarah kept her eyes glued to her tablet while she checked facts and figures Damon Monroe insisted on having once they were back at work. Yet her mind continued to flutter with sad memories of what she once could have had.

She wasn’t often a lonely woman, but there were days – particularly around Christmas – that it began to get to her. If anyone could tell Sarah Clayborn by this time next spring she would be living a very different life, she would not believe them. She would certainly never believe that she would have anything close to resembling a real family, and yet she was only one foolish decision away from turning the next year into something fantastic for herself.

As for the Monroes, well, they were having the first of several children, and that was enough to keep them occupied in the coming year.

Scene 8

The King-Christens

Judith was the type of woman to rank her orgasms on different scales. Best orgasm of her life? Best of the year? Best of the month? The week? The day?

The current one ranked best of the month so far, for sure. Her toes curled inward toward her soles. He body shuddered in ecstasy as her hands gripped and clawed the strong chest beneath them. Every ounce of breath was smacked from her body the moment climax claimed her sex-starved body. While she recognized this had a lot to do with her playing cowgirl on her boyfriend’s cock, there was one unfortunate angle to coming while on top: falling over.

Falling over when said boyfriend came as well.

Oops.

Judith landed heavily on her bed, breath still gone from her lungs but consciousness coming back to her in waves of giggles and kicks of her feet. Boyfriend Seth was not as amused. Sexually sated, yes, but amused? He had intended for his orgasm to reach his girlfriend’s core, not across her leg and his thigh.

“Sorry!” Judith slapped a hand against his chest and lightly bit his shoulder. “Don’t know what came over me, hon. Must’ve been that fucking awesome orgasm. ‘Cause I’ve been hungry, you know. Neither of my men are visiting enough to keep this kept woman’s pussy happy.”

“Liar.” Seth needed a tissue, but that orgasm had him as spent as Judith. Nobody was reaching for anything but each other right now. “Last time I saw you I fucked you until you actually started begging for mercy.”

“And mercy wasn’t my safe word, so…”

Sometimes it was difficult dating such an insatiable woman, but only sometimes. “You kill me, Judith.”

“I’m not trying to kill you, though! Just draining you of your life essence!” Judith had done a pretty good job that day, too. She was very familiar with what her boyfriend’s cock was capable of, and it had outdone itself in the ejaculation department today. Too bad she only got about 10% of it inside of her before doing some dying of her own. Whatever. Not like she hadn’t called to have her sheets cleaned after one of her boyfriends left before. “Look at him.” Her hand gripped the base of Seth’s wet and spent cock. The determined fucker was still stiff but quickly losing interest in the world. Excellent! Easier to play with! Especially when its owner could only drum up enough strength to give her a cautious side glance.

An awkward silence filled the air. Judith bit her lip and grinned at Seth, her fist manipulating his cock until the tip started smacking the lower part of his stomach.