I've never been on a conference call with someone else being in the same room as me. Especially not with my wife being in the room.

She's not working, but I also don't really care much about that. I just wanted Sierra to get out of the house for some time. She's been there the past month, not leaving once.

Sierra doesn't have to work. She won't be missing anything. But I know she used to love working, so I won't tell her to quit.

Anyway, it was about time the house got cleaned again. I usually have my housekeeper come in twice a week, but with Sierra around...I don't trust anyone to be around her. Not when she's alone.

I did clean, and I do so even with my housekeeper coming twice a week, but taking care of this house all by myself is too much. Especially with me working all day every day. And I certainly won't make Sierra clean. Even if she offered to do so, I'd be more likely to throw her over my shoulder and carry her right to our bedroom to fuck that thought out of her brain, than actually have her tidy up and such.

She's my wife, not my maid.

Though, to be fair, I haven't laid my hands on her at all. We've been married for a while, a month to be exact, and not once did we go further than kissing. Maybe a more-or-less heated make-out session. Like we're sixteen or something.

But I can feel that is about to change...

"Mr. Storm, you can't be serious. That's a multi-million dollar company. You can't seriously be considering to buy it," Alexandria Nicholas, the head representative of my finance department says disbelievingly.

But I sure am considering it. Investing in an airline can't go too wrong. Plus, they're not even close to bankruptcy. This airline is well known, used by millions of people to get to the other end of the world.

"It will most likely be the death of Storm's Holdings Inc," the representative for the management team adds.

I might have to fire both. The airline is, like I've said, well known. It's loved and passengers are happy with them. They make tons of money, just need a new investor as they're losing theirs. Spending a small amount such as a million dollars for it won't "be the death" of my Holdings Company.

"Nicolas, you should be familiar with the finances better than I am," I let her know. She nods. God, I hate video chats. "Now, tell me the approximate amount of money Storm's Holdings Inc makes in an hour."

I can see her skim through files, trying to find what I've asked her for. But the answer is easy...

"More than a million, Nicholas," I say, answering for her. "Spending some good amount on an airline...it's nothing. The airline alone will get the money back in in no time."

Whatever she says next, I don't hear. I don't because I'm no longer paying attention. As my eyes flick beyond my computer screen, my gaze meet Sierra's. And that wouldn't be a problem, if hers weren't filled with pure lust. It's distracting.

I know she's horny all the time. And it's bad enough I know of it. It's not doing me any good when she looks at me as though she's about to jump me at home. Imagine how "great" it is having her look at me like that in my office.

She certainly isn't jumping me here, but she's doing something way worse.

Her hands slide down her body, over her breasts, along her sides down to her legs. Her hand clasp the material of her dress that's just barely covering her thighs anymore, slowly inching it higher up.

I have to blink a couple of times in order to make sure I'm not imagining things...though I wish I was.

My heartbeat quickens, beating rapidly. My breath thinning, though the air seems to get thicker, hotter.

As her dress is no longer covering her thighs, Sierra slightly spreads her legs, presenting her pussy—that's, thank fuck, still covered in lacy underwear—to me. She remains to hold eye contact with me, and I don't seem to have enough strength inside of me to look away from her.

I can barely manage to look away from her beauty when she isn't trying to turn me on. It's impossible now that she's sliding a hand up her thighs, hooking a finger into her panties as she pulls them aside, displaying her glistening pussy for me to see.

I let out a groan, internally at least.

I can't seem to look away from her, even though I know I should.

Sierra slides two fingers between her folds. She licks her lips, then opens her mouth in a muted moan as she slips a finger inside her pussy. The wet sound lingers in my mind, evoking an erection so painful, I might die if I don't take care of it.

And with take care of it, I mean release the tension. A simple waiting for the boner to go away won't make it.

"Mr. Storm?" I hear faintly. It's far in the distance, not relevant to acknowledge right now. What I do acknowledge, however, is Sierra and the way she bites her bottom lip as her fingers glide in and out of her.

God, I really need to be inside of her. Not only because the last time I've had sex was in Vancouver...with her. A whole twenty-two weeks ago. But because I need to be as close to Sierra as I can possibly get.

"Mr. Storm?" The voice coming from my computer speaker repeats.

"You should pay attention to your online meeting, Mr. Storm," Sierra says, smirking at me. My eyes wander up to meet hers, noticing her dilated pupils, taking in her flushed skin. Why does she have to be so goddamn beautiful?

"Mr. Storm, this meeting is confidential. You weren't supposed to have company," one of twenty people in this call speaks. Not sure who, don't really care anyway.

As if I'd let one of my employees tell me what to do. Okay, there might be one who's allowed to do that, but I'm married to her, so that doesn't count. "I'm pretty sure this meeting is about my company. So wether or not I have my wife in the room with me, that's solely my decision."

No one dares to speak, which is their luck. I'm pretty sure I'd fire the next person opening their mouth.

I watch as Sierra pulls her fingers out of her and gets up to her feet. She inserts her finger into her mouth, taking my breath away.

She hasn't finished herself, I know she hasn't. So when she walks around the desk and sits down on my lap, my hand immediately slides up her thigh.

I look at my computer screen, satisfied to find that anything below my chest isn't visible to anyone.

Sierra smiles into the camera, greeting her co-workers like it's the most normal thing ever. Perhaps it is to her. I can see as some of my employees faces light up at the sight of my wife. They haven't seen her in a month, of course they're glad to see this company's sunshine still being around.

My hand slides further up Sierra's thigh, the tips of my fingers gliding through her folds, slowly dipping into her core. She gasps, but stops herself before anyone could notice.

"Hang up," I tell her, whispering into her ear. The sweetest, yet also dirtiest smile I've ever seen spreads across her face as she looks at me.

I bring my thumb to her clit, adding pressure as I massage the nub. Sierra presses her lips together in an attempt not to let the moan that's lingering in her throat out.

"Sweetheart, hang up the call," I command, again whispering. This time, Sierra obeys, ending the video call in a heartbeat.

In a second, I pull my fingers out of Sierra's pussy and she turns on my lap, putting her legs on either side of my body to face me.

"Atlas," she moans into my mouth as we kiss. My hands find her ass, squeezing it as she grinds against me. I'm pretty sure she can feel my erection press against her, and I won't even try to hide it.

I feel like I'm some teenager again, barely able to contain myself. If she keeps on grinding against my dick, I might come right into my pants. Speak about how ridiculous all this is.

My tongue slips into her mouth, tasting the sweetness that she is. She grips my hair firmly, pulling my head down, deepening our kiss.

Sierra tastes like heaven. She's everything I could have ever imagined. She's sweet like cotton candy, or donuts for that matter. She is feisty, doesn't easily back off, although I'd always thought she would the second someone intimidated her too much. Sierra is strong, kind, she's every possible weather there is, not just some sunshine.

I lift Sierra up as I stand, her legs instantly wrapping around my waist, sending a wave of heart right to my groin. Then I sit her down onto my desk, not caring that my computer is getting pushed out of its usual place.

"Can I fuck you?" I ask, though having sex with Sierra will most definitely be the death of me. I'm not strong enough to stay away from her any longer. She's been teasing me for weeks, and I can't fucking take it anymore.

"Please," she begs, her hands finding down to my suit pants. She unbuttons them, pushing my pants down only enough to let my erection spring free. "Oh," she gasps as she looks at my cock, licking her lips.

I keep forgetting that Sierra doesn't remember our night in Vancouver. What a shame that is. It was the best night of my life, the best sex I've had. She was like a porn star. Trying everything imaginable.

"Let's not do this the boring way," she had said, then asked for my phone, only to open up the next best porn website. She had chosen a forty minutes long video, challenging me to make her come more often than the guy in the video did the woman.

Obviously, these videos are all staged, but I was up for a challenge. Almost all night long, I watched her tits bounce as she was riding me, as she was under me, or any other position there is where I could see her perfect tits. I listened to her gasps, her moans and cries, I figured out what she liked, what she didn't enjoy too much. And it all burnt itself into my brain, haunting me up to this day.

Sierra strokes me, her thumb gliding over the slit of my cock, removing some of the pre-cum. "What are you waiting for?"

Yeah, what am I waiting for?

I push the skirt of her dress up, sliding a finger through her folds one more time before I grasp my cock and do the same with the tip of it. I coat the tip of my cock with her wetness, pressing against her entrance.

Her mouth opens wide as I ease inside of her, slowly. I know sex isn't a problem for pregnant women, but it still shouldn't be too hard and rough. After all, that can cause early contractions, so this will have to be a lot less fucking than I'd like.

Sierra leans back on her arms, pushing her breasts up into the air. If we weren't in my office right now, she'd been naked way before I entered her.

I really missed that tight pussy of hers, the way she clenches around my cock so perfectly, so good. She sure as hell is an addiction. I've only speculated it, been wondering why she's invading my thoughts the way she does...I'm addicted to this woman. That's why.

I pull out of her, and push back inside a moment later. She groans, her mouth still opened as moans continue to spill out of her, louder, the more often I thrust inside of her.

Her moans are like music to my ears, and I hate that I have to cover them up, letting her moan into my mouth instead. Though, I really don't mind kissing my wife. She has the sweetest mouth, the softest lips I've ever felt on mine. And I cannot get enough of them either.

"Look at you taking me so well, baby," I rasp, tightening my grip on her hips.

"Atlas," she moans, her arms wrapping around my neck. I continue to fuck her, slower than I normally would.

I can't let feelings and emotions get involved in this. My world is already upside-down as it is, I really don't need to complicate things even more with letting Sierra know how I feel about her. During fucking sex. Not cool at all.

So I try to focus on the act. Focus on my cock plunging in and out of my wife, her moans that are being toned down by my lips being pressed to hers. Focus on the pleasure we both get out of this.

And definitely not focus on the little jump my heart does when she moans my name, or when her lips press to mine so softly, it's more of a brush than a kiss.

I'm never letting this woman go. She's mine. And she will forever be mine.

"You make me weak, Sierra," I say with a raspy voice, continuing to fuck her. She moans in response, her pussy tightening around my cock.

"I make you unprofessional," she responds, sounding breathy, hoarse.

I hum a response, agreeing. "Only you could do this to me, sweetheart."

It only takes a couple more thrust until Sierra's head falls back, her legs shaking as her orgasm sweeps through her. I ride through her orgasm, chasing my own, which is quick to reach as I could come just looking at my wife.

I spill my cum inside of her, knowing it wouldn't have made a difference if I pulled out or not. She's pregnant already, not much to be happening in that department anymore.

She kisses me, deep and with passion. No more lust filled kisses, but something more vulnerable, more valuable.

As she calms down from her orgasm, Sierra starts to giggle, looking around my office. Her eyes stop at the window-wall behind us, looking at the building opposite us with horror. I don't have to follow her gaze to know that's what she's looking at.

"Sweetheart, the windows are blacked-out. Nobody can look inside," I reassure her.

Sierra nods, then gasps lightly as I pull out of her. I stand her up onto her feet, and she'll soon be finding out why that is.

I grab a few tissues from my desk, quickly cleaning up the aftermath of our intercourse from my dick before tugging my cock back into my pants.

When Sierra's nose scrunches up and she looks a bit like she's uncomfortable, I know exactly why that is. But I need her to say it anyway. "What's wrong?" I smirk at her. God, when did she manage to make me want to smile at her?

Sierra tries to get the tissue box from my hand, but I'm not giving it to her. Not until she says what I want to hear. "You know what's wrong," she accuses, holding her hand out in hopes that would get her some of the tissues.

"Say it," I mumble right before pressing my lips back to hers.

A slight blush appears on her cheeks, though, it's been there all along. But her cheeks darken slightly anyway.

"Your ejaculation is running down my legs."

I chuckle. "You could have chosen a better word, but I'll accept it."

Getting down on one knee, I spread Sierra's legs enough to be able to wipe her clean. And when that's done, I throw the tissues away, plant a soft kiss to her not so little stomach anymore and get back up.

"Atlas?" Sierra speaks softly, shyly. "Who was the last person you kissed?"

"You." It's the truth. I did just spend a good amount of time kissing her, haven't I?

Sierra shakes her head. "I mean, between Vancouver and the first time I asked this question."

Has this really been in her head this whole time? Or maybe this has another background, somewhere else this question leads to. The first time she asked this question, I ended up licking her, fucking her with my fingers. And I know she wanted more.

"What are you asking, Sierra. The actual question."

She sighs, proving me that there's more to her question. "Have you been sleeping with other women? I know it's none of my business, and you were free to do whatever you wanted, but..." she trails off.

I'll just assume she means between Vancouver and now, anything before that would be ridiculous to be wanting to know of. "Sweetheart" I plant a kiss to her forehead. "I've not been with anyone ever since you've stepped foot into my life. The whole four months or so before Vancouver, and the entire time after."

And that brings me back to another question she's asked me before. "Could you imagine falling in love with me?"

I don't have to imagine. I already did.