The CEO’s Quadruplets

Amory’s hand began to push upward, grabbing her legs as they reached for the dainty pale pink lace that acted as a veil to his holy grail.

            Amory continued to button up his now slightly wrinkled suit shirt as he suggested, “Why don’t you pick a place, text my secretary, and meet me back here at seven on the dot for us to go out for dinner? We can even go out of the city. I’ll have one of my people go check in on Romeo if necessary.”

            “Do you think you need to flirt with me?” Isabella chuckled as she smoothed the fabric of her dress. “We kind of just did the thing fancy dates lead up to.”

            “Well, tonight won’t be a bargaining chip for physical intimacy with my wife. If anything, I think I owe you something more than a nice dinner.”

            “Like what?”

            “A trip to Big Sur maybe? Or Pebble Beach?”

            Isabella patted his cheek before giving him a quick kiss. “Maybe we can do that when I wouldn’t be checking into a hotel or rental home for five.”

            “Okay, I’ll put a pin on that trip.”

            “Good because I’m going to hold you up to that vacation.”

            Amory placed his hands comfortably on the curvature of her hips and pulled Isabella back in for another kiss. They both hated to say goodbye. Both were thrilled to have such a ridiculous and impulsive moment in their afternoon, but Isabella new it was time to say goodbye.

            “If I stay here much longer, people are going to come knocking,” she whispered to him.

            “Should I care?”

            Isabella nodded. “You do.”

            Amory sighed lightly before admitting, “You’re right, but this was fun.”

            “It was the most fun I’ve had in awhile, and it might have been our best s*x on record.”