Sweet Pleasure

The following day,

Wilson went to the police station to get a response about the incident and to find out if the suspect had said anything about it.

Wilson had previously reported the incident to the police station, and he named Andrew as a suspect because they had a confrontation, which did not go well on Andrew's part, and he felt Andrew was responsible for the ordeal in order to get back at him.

"We got nothing from Mr Andrew," the police officer spoke. "He kept saying he wasn't the one, and from his movements that day and two days before, it's just from his house to work, no suspicious moves or calls, even from his call history," the detective explained.

Wilson did meet him in the station.

“So?”

"I think he's innocent," the detective said, and Wilson roughened up his hair.

"Who would it be then?" Wilson inquired, frustrated.

"Perhaps another enemy you're not thinking of," the detective responded.

Wilson was deep in thought as he drove back to the office.

"Who exactly is this enemy?" As he arrived at the company and met Gold in his office, he wondered.

"Baby, you look worried; what's the matter?" Gold inquired, approaching him.

"Andrew appears to be innocent, and I don't know who else to blame," he said.

"Is it Jennifer, no?" It's not her. But we can't trust anyone, and she appears desperate," Gold reasoned.

 "Bae." Wilson beckoned on Gold

"Yes "She responded sharply, snapping out of her thoughts.

"What were you planning?" Wilson inquired.

"Absolutely nothing, and lest I forget, I ordered snacks for lunch," Gold said, motioning to his table, which had various snacks and drinks.

"How thoughtful, let's eat," he said, taking her hand in his as he sat on his seat, forcing her to sit on his laps.

"Wait a minute, we can't eat like this," she said.

"Who says?" Wilson inquired.

"Nobody, only that."

"Stop worrying and eat," he advised.

"It's uncomfortable, I'll be imagining all kinds of scenes in my head instead of eating peacefully," Gold said, rising from his laps and laughing.

"I knew it," he said, laughing hysterically as she sat across from him on a chair.

"Pervert," she grumbled.

"You're the real pervert here," he said, and she threw a biscuit at him, which he doffed.

"I despise you," she declared.

"I love you more," he replied, winking, as she shrugged.

"Valentine's Day is on Sunday," he said, smiling broadly.

"I understand," she said.

"Have you ever had an unforgettable Val's day?" Wilson inquired.

"No, I've always celebrated Val alone at home, stargazing," Gold replied.

"Don't worry, this year will be different," he said.

"What exactly do you mean?"

"Don't worry," he said, munching on a meatpie.

"I'm very curious," she admitted.

"Plead with your curiosity to calm down," he said, sipping juice from a bottle.

"No, I won't," she replied.

"Should we then commemorate our own Val today?" He stated

“No”

"Then you must wait. "How impatient," he exclaimed, and she smiled as he stood and walked to the door, which he locked from behind. He returned to her and pushed her chair back so he could stand in front of her, then placed his hands on her chair arm and smiled.

“What?” She inquired.

"Keep quiet," he said as he undid the muffler in front of her shirt, and her heart skipped a beat as she was left alone with only her white bra.

He once told her that white bras make her look extra hot, so he had the maids get a lot of them for her.

He removed her shirt and placed his lips on hers, kissing her deeply but only for a moment before breaking it and carrying her on the table, going in between her legs.

He tangled her legs around his waist while removing his shirt, and she ran her hands through his body kissing his chest while he smiled. Wilson kissed her again and gently lifted her head up by her chin before gently removing her bra. His tongue found its way into her mouth, and she sucked on it sweetly because his minty taste is unrivaled.

He's just one of a kind when it comes to being a good kisser and a romance god. Finally, he removed her bra and his hands gently squeezed her boobs with the kiss.

Wilson vigorously caressed her body, making him want to do more as he unbuttoned her trouser, then dipped his hands into it and gently squeezed her soft butt.

"Oh Wilson,"   She moaned because the pleasure was too much for her.

He broke the kiss and bent to her boobs level, sucking it gently but differently than when he did it the first time, and they became swell in minutes.

His hands were still on her buttocks, working their magic on her hips as well.

But then he stopped and kissed the space between her boobs before moving on to her navel and sucking on it, making her moan incessantly as her entire body vibrated in ecstasy.

After a few minutes, he resumed kissing her lips, and she responded until they both ran out of breath. They stopped kissing and stared at each other lovingly for a while.

"You are so talented in everything, my sweetheart, I absolutely love you Richie," Gold exclaimed.

"And I truly love you as well." Wilson smiled as he helped her dress and carried her down from the table, but her legs were not still balanced on the floor.

"Consequences of having a bad boy as your husband-to-be," Wilson joked, holding her hand and pulling her closer in a tight hug.

"This is just a taste of Valentine's Day." Wilson spoke into her ear as she smiled and hugged him tightly.

"I can't wait," she replied quietly.

When Gold awoke the next morning, she remembered spending the night at Wilson's house and waking up in his arms, and a big smile spread across her face.

"I'm glad I met you," she said, holding his cheeks and kissing his lips briefly.

She didn't bother waking him up when she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth before heading downstairs.

"Good day, Ma." The two maids greeted each other.

"Good day, ladies. "How did your night go?" Gold inquired,

"It was fine, Ma," they said brightly.

"Don't worry about his breakfast this morning; I'll take care of it," Gold said.

"Yes, Ma," they said as she entered the kitchen.

""She's very nice," they said quietly, and she smiled.

For Wilson's breakfast, she decided to make macrooni and beans.

She began the preparations, and just a few minutes before adding the spices, she noticed it on top of a rack.

She wanted to carry it, but she was short and her hand was just a little too far away from it.

"I'm not that short," she tried again, but Wilson grabbed them from behind her and hugged her right away.

"Morning sleeping beauty," she said with a wide smile as she walked to the gas cooker, and he followed her, his hands still around her as he rested his head on her back.

"Hey, I'm cooking," she said, but he remained silent.

"Your racks are so high," she grumbled.

"I had no idea I'd have a short wife," he said.

"I'm not small." Gold defended herself, and he chuckled before forcing her to face him.

"Not right now," she said, but he kissed her earlobe anyway.