Love In Strange Places (12 page)

“About?” She had her hands on his on her waist.

“They make each other happy.” He kissed her neck. “I think he’s falling in love.”

“I think
Sherry’s already in love.”

He whispered in her ear. “He told me she makes him happy.”

“He admitted that to you?”

“Yes, and you better not tell
Sherry I told you that.”

“I won’t, but I hope you’ll listen to me more often.”

Mr. and Mrs. Jones danced close together, in perfect time to the music.

“Look at our kids,” Mrs. Jones said. “We did good. I’m proud of each one of them.”

“I may not say this often, but I’m proud of them too.” He kissed his wife’s cheek. “Joy, you are the glue that kept this family together.”

She gazed at her husband with so much love. “I can’t believe they are all grown up, and we have three grandbabies.”

“Well, believe it. Tomorrow, we’ll have all three to ourselves.”

“We’re blessed. Shannon is cancer-free, Brandon and Olivia worked out their differences and Sherry, well look at her.” They both watched her flirt with her new husband.

“I’ve never seen her so happy. I guess I was wrong about those boys,” Mr. Jones said.

Mrs. Jones smiled and rubbed her husband’s baldhead. “Thank God you finally see it. I love you.”

“Sweetheart, I love you more with each passing day, forty years and counting.” She barely got the words out before he kissed her, to the congratulations and cheerful shouts and whistles of their nearest and dearest.

It was late at night when Andrew woke up, alone. He felt for his wife, but she wasn’t there. Seeing the bathroom light on, he slipped out of bed and headed there. He lightly knocked on the door. “
Sherry.”

“Yes.”

He could barely hear her. “Can I come in?”

“Yes.”

He opened the door. She was sitting on the floor, holding her stomach. He rushed to her side and kneeled down. “What’s wrong?”

“I got my period. I’m not pregnant.”

He sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her. “Maybe next time.”

“What if I can’t get pregnant, Andrew? We’ve been trying for six months.”

“Sherry, six months is not that long.”

“To me it is.”

“It takes some people years to have a baby. You just need to be patient.” He rubbed her hand with his fingers.

“We don’t have that much time.”

“We have all the time in the world.”

“Our contract will be over soon.”

He turned and stared into her eyes. “I want more than a year with you, but it’s all up to you. Do you want to go see a specialist?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” He smiled. “You make the appointment and I’ll be right there with you.”

She smiled. “You’re such a wonderful husband.”

He got up and helped her up. “Come on, let’s go watch that sappy romance movie you wanted to see.”

“Really?”

“Just don’t tell anyone.”

“Sherry, why are you nervous?” Andrew asked her, shifting toward her in his chair. It was a sturdy chair in a normal-enough doctor’s office.

“I’m not nervous,” she answered.

“You’re shaking your legs. You only do that when you’re nervous. Everything is going to be fine.” He took her hand in his.

“I’ve been on birth control since I was a teen. That was almost twenty years ago. What if I can’t have a baby? What if it’s too late?” She released his hand. “You’ll have marr
ied me for nothing. We have six more months, and this will be over.”

“Maybe something is wrong with my swimmers?” He chuckled, making her giggle. “I love to see you smile.”

“Mr. Johnston and Ms. Jones,” called the nurse. “Follow me.”

Once they were settled in the room, the doctor came in and introduced himself. “Good morning. I was told you’re having trouble getting pregnant?” He explained, that sometimes it takes time. He told them he would run some tests to see if there was anything wrong with either of them, but the results were inconclusive, he recommended they wait at least a year before trying other approaches. He excused himself as the nurse came in. She gave Andrew a cup and told
Sherry to follow her, because she would need a Pap smear.

Andrew looked at the cup. “What’s this for?”

The nurse handed him some dirty magazines. “You need to ejaculate in the cup.”

“What?”

The nurse tried to hide her smile. “We need the sample for the sperm count.” You’ll use that room to the right.

He got up, shaking his head, and headed to the room. He sat and looked at the magazine and tried to masturbate, but it wasn’t working. He hadn’t masturbated since before
Sherry moved in to his house. She had become his sexual muse.

He left the room and went up to the counter. “I can’t do this.” He placed his cup on the counter. At that moment,
Sherry came out of the examining room. “Can I take my wife in the room with me?”

“Sir, it’s against—”

“I promise I won’t touch her.” He picked up the cup and took Sherry’s hand in his and guided her to the room. “Take off your clothes, now!” he demanded. He pulled down his pants.

She gave him a naughty smile and started to seductive
ly strip her clothes. He stroked his cock. She was a sexual goddess, standing there pleasing him. She continued and began touching herself, pinching her nipples and finally playing with her clit, he never once stopped staring at her hands as they temped him. He grew harder and before he knew it, he came in the cup.

She smiled and put her clothes back on. “You satisfied?”

“No, but it’s against rules to touch you right now.” He cleaned up and they left the room.

The nurse looked up surprise. “Finally?”

“My wife was all I needed.” He placed the cup on the counter. “Is there anything else?”

“No, we’ll call you with the results. Have a great day.”

On their way out he put his hands over her shoulder. “I want you now!”

“I have to go to work.”

He stopped and stared at her. “I want you.”

In her past,
Sherry would never have let any man tell her what to do. But the desire she saw in Andrew’s eyes made her want to do anything he demanded, especially when it came to sex. Their relationship was starting to feel more and more like the real thing.
I’m falling in love with my husband.

She pulled out her cell. “I’m going to be late.”

He smiled and smacked her ass. “That’s my girl.”

“Your secretary wasn’t at her desk.”
Sherry opened his office door, and both of the people inside looked up.

Damn, this law firm has some fine-ass men
. Andrew was talking to a handsome, blond, blue-eyed man. It looked like they were in a serious discussion.

“I can come back,” she whispered, turning away.

“Don’t go.” Andrew turned to the other man. “We can finish this later.” They stood. “Sherry, this is my colleague and friend Jason Anderson. Jason, this is my wife.”

Jason strolled over to where she stood, extended his hand, and she shook it. “It’s nice to meet you finally. Andrew talks about you all the time.” He smiled, showing her his pearly whites.

“I hope all good things.” She released his hand.

Andrew moved from behind his desk and strolled up to her, giving her a kiss on her lips. “Not always….” He chuckled.

She hit him on the chest.

“He’s kidding. He has nothing but good things to say about you.” Jason moved to the door. “We’ll finish our strategy later.
Sherry, it was a pleasure.”

“Nice meeting you, Jason.”

He turned and left the office. Andrew walked toward the door and locked it. “What’s up?” he asked, taking her hand in his, and led her behind his desk.

He sat and she leaned on the
desk. “The doctor called with the results.”

“And?” he asked.

She bent forward, putting her fingers through his hair. “He said there is nothing wrong with your swimmers or me.”

He
kissed her hand. “I told you.”

“He said sometimes it takes time. Not all couples are the same, and we might be over-thinking it.”

“The same things I told you. Maybe I should’ve been a doctor.” He laughed, and then moved his hands up her thighs. “We can start not thinking now.”

She grabbed his hands. “Stop, not in your office.”

“Why not?”

She glared around. “Because anybody can come in.”

“I locked the door.” He pulled his hands away and went under her skirt to tug at her panties.

“Andrew, stop….”

He pulled her panties down to her thighs. “You know you don’t want me to stop.”

She stepped out of them and he placed them on his desk. “You’re making me naughty.”

“You’ve always been naughty.” He ran his finger back up to her pussy, making her moan. “I’m just bringing it out.”

She spread her legs wider, pushing her skirt up to her hips. “No teasing.”

He rubbed his index finger in her pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”

“Mmm, I need you inside me.” She unbuttoned his pants. “Take them off, now!”

He laughed and then he pushed up, bringing his pants to his ankles. “I like it when you take charge.”

She
held his cock and straddled him in one move. Moaning, she moved up and down.

“Fuck…baby….”

He loved this side of Sherry. She was rocking his world, becoming more than a contract. She was everything he never knew he wanted. He smacked her ass. This was more than just sex. “Sherry, you’re killing me.”

She rolled her hips so her pussy squeezed his cock. She must know she was driving him crazy. He tightened his hold on her ass.

Her hands went up to his hair and tugged on it. “Andrew, I’m co—”

She didn’t finish her sentence. Andrew could see the waves and waves of pleasure going through her. Her hold on his hair got tighter.

“Yours….”

The convulsion of her pussy drove him over the edge. He straightened up and thrust into her soft canal, while she put her hands around his neck and enjoyed the ride. “
Abigail…” he groaned, as he came deep inside her. They both sat there, catching their breaths. He rubbed her back. “I want more office visits.”

She picked up
her panties. “Do you think anybody heard us?”

“I don’t care.” He tried to fix her hair.

Sherry stood, taking a tissue from the box off his desk, and cleaned herself up. She slipped on her panties and fixed her clothes.

“You look beautiful.” He pulled up his pants.

“Whatever. I look like I just had sex.” She tugged on her skirt.

He smirked.

“You do too.” She combed his hair with her fingers. “You have to be in court soon.”

“I do, but I needed you.” He got up and kissed her. “This case has been difficult.”

“You’re good at what you do.”

“I am, but these people are playing dirty. He even tried to blackmail me.” Andrew moved back to his desk.

“Why?”

“He wants me to make my client drop the case or take a deal, but baby, he deserves much more. He lost his leg because of this company. They knew the machines where unstable and they still allowed their employees to use them. This has been going on for years, but they were afraid to stand up to him, until now.”

“If you believe in your client, then follow your heart.”

“He’s very powerful. I’ve been able to refuse his threats and blackmail, but what if he finds something on me or our family?”

“Would he hurt you?”

He smiled. “No, it’s nothing like that. He’s not a mobster, he’s a corporate criminal.” He opened a file. “Have you heard of Peter Shin?”

“Who hasn’t?”

“Well, if my client wins the case, he’ll walk away with millions, leaving a dent in his pocket.”

She came up to his desk. “If it were me, I would never give in.”

“Exactly, but if it comes between the case and my family, you already know the answer.”

Nancy’s insistent buzz broke Andrew’s concentration. “Sir, there’s a Leann Mitchell here to see you.”

“Let her in.” He wondered what she wanted. It had been months since he’d heard from her.

He stood when she walked into his office. Though she was as beautiful as ever, her eyes were red. He rushed toward her. “Leann, what’s wrong?” He closed the door behind her.