This story is a fictional story based in New York, with the characters from the movie Dirty Dancing, which I do not own. The backgrounds from the characters are different from the ones in the movie. Several characters are made up by myself. I've put this story on M rating because it contain mature content, which means, sexual content and it also contains violence. So, you've been warned when reading these scenes. Now I do wish you a good time while reading this, and hopefully you do enjoy it too.

My Happily Ever After

I open my eyes and turn my head to look at the time and I jump. I quickly sit up straight. I blink a little as the sun is blinding my eyes. I try to see where I am, I cannot recall what happened last night and what I did. I have been drinking something really strong, that I know. I never drank so much alcohol. I blink a few times more as I try to orientate myself. Oh, my head hurts so bad!

"You want me to get some breakfast?"

Wait! I let out a gasp, this is not happening, is it? I turn my head to the door and see him standing there. Yeah, I know, I just gape, and my mouth dropped. Stop it, Frances! I see him literally standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I look at his abs, I see him exerting them, I need to look at something else. I know my cheeks must be bright red by now, they feel so hot. I look at his face and see his smirk, his smug smirk I tell you. I clear my throat and look at the blanket.

"What happened last night?"

I know he is still looking at me. I watch him coming closer to the bed and sitting down. I look at his face again, and I see him staring at my chest. I look down and see that I am not covered, and not having a bra on. I quickly take the blanket and pull it up to cover myself. He smirks a little, I look at his face and roll my eyes.

"Do you know…"
"What?"

I snapped a little there. It is just because I feel agitated right now, I mean, he just looked at my boobs. He chuckles softly as he moves himself a little closer. I automatically move a little away.

"Did we do it?"
"You don't remember?"

I wish I did, to be honest, he has been my wet dreams ever since I started to work for him. I cannot remember having sex with the one I wish to have sex with. Why I cannot remember it is beyond me. Damnit, now I wish I can do it over again, so that maybe I can remember it. I groan a little and my right hand went to rub my temple.

"You were very drunk."
"I can't remember anything."
"It's okay, Baby, we got plenty of time to do it all over again."

I look back at his smug smile, why did he had to say that? I know he only wants to have sex with me. He is not someone who would ever settle for one person. He knows that. I know that, and no matter what I wish for, it is wrong, he is my boss first, and I do not want to be just another trophy for him.

"What do you mean?"
"You see, I can't remember much either, all I know is that we kissed, and I know that I got so horny that I took you home with me, we kissed and got into bed and after that I can't remember anything."

I try to move, grabbing the sheet to wrap around me. I need to get up, get dressed and go home. I know that my father will lecture me again about my life choices, and because I did not came home last night, my parents must be worried about me.

"Don't worry, I've called your father to tell him you're here with me for business."
"Why would you make that up?"
"Believe it or not, Baby, I know how your father reacts to certain things."
"You don't know him."
"Baby, I've been at your home so often, you've helped me out so many times and I talked to your parents so often. Believe me, I know how your father will react if I hadn't called him."

I let out a sigh and look at the sheets, they feel so amazingly soft, like silk. I tell you. I've never slept in a bed before with silken sheets on and it feels like I am sitting on a cloud right now. I look at him as he stands up. I watch his back, I just cannot stop looking at him, why does he have to be so gorgeous? I see him turning his head, giving me that half grin. My knees go weak. He is going with his hands through his hair, look at those muscles. I know he is flexing on purpose. Damn you, Johnny! Do not dare to tease me like this! Oh wait, he is turning around now. Is it bad if I look at his abs again? No? Right, I have seen them before, so what does it matter if I look, right? I know he is watching me.

"Let's have sex again."
"What?"
"I know that look of yours all too well."
"What look?"

I need to try to be innocent, he cannot know what I really feel for him. He went to sit on his knees. I see him still smiling at me. What is he up to?

"You know what look I mean."
"I do not!"
"The look you always give me when you look at my abs."
"I don't have a look."
"You do."
"I don't, you're dreaming."
"Stop it, Baby, it's your I want to lick your abs so bad look."
"My what?"

How did he just called the one expression I have when I look at his abs? I watch him grinning, why am I doing this? I should go home for real and try to forget what is happening here.

"You heard me."

He takes the towel away. I try not to gasp or stare, but I cannot help it. He is smiling as he is watching my reactions. I can see how ready he is there, damn he has a huge Johnson. I am telling you. It is hard not to stare at it, guess this is why women want him so much. Women always say that the size does not matter, but in some way it actually does matter, and you know that, reader, a woman wants to feel.

"Now I'm exposed, and I saw your boobs, I want to see them again."
"Why do you always need to make it sound disgusting?"

I look at his face and his smug smile is gone. Instead, I see his special smile, I love that smile, and it makes me smile too, so now I am smiling back at him. Why is he doing this to me?

"It's not about disgust, Baby, I happen to be very fond of your boobs."
"What? Why?"
"You say what a lot, stop saying that and try to see that you're in my bed, in my apartment, that I'm naked, that I want to show you how much I want you."

I look at his chest as I start to frown. My head still hurts, but I still try to figure out why I cannot remember anything from last night.

"I haven't told this to anyone, and why should I? No one believes me anyway. Everyone thinks that I'm a womanizer."

He inhales deeply and I look at his face again. I see him smiling again as he looks in my eyes.

"I'm in love with you."

Wait, what? Did my ears heard that correctly? I am not dreaming, am I? I must be. He chuckles as he sees my expression. Oh, I know what expression I am having right now. Oh, wait, did I not already figured this out? How drunk was I last night?

"Baby."

I see his eyes. They seem changed somehow. I can see how deep they are. I can see how much desire is in them.

"Breathe."

Was I holding my breath?

"I'm sorry, I thought I didn't heard you correctly."
"You heard me."
"You're serious?"

I see him moving closer to me, but somehow his eyes, I really never saw them like this, and they are mesmerizing. I see his face getting closer to mine.

"I love you, Baby."

I need to response, but I am at a loss for words. He moves his head and plants his lips on mine. I take a sound breath and my eyes widen at the action. God his lips are so soft. I wonder if it would be a bad thing to see if I can remember last night by kissing him. Maybe I just should do it, what do I have to lose anyway?

"Hmm."

He makes the sound when I open my mouth to kiss him back. My hands grab his head and I turn my head to show him how to kiss someone you love properly. I close my eyes so I can concentrate better on the kissing. I feel like I am in a rollercoaster right now. He moans deeply through the kiss, the reaction I wanted. I smile a little and kiss him deeper. I want to make him crawl like a little puppy. Do not dare to look at me like that, reader! He makes women crawl like that all the time, now it is his turn to crawl. The blanket sags down, and my breasts got exposed again, but I am too busy with making him moan that I did not gave it any attention, I feel his left-hand cupping my right breast. It made me stop the kiss to look down at his hand. He opens his eyes and looks at my face, then he looks down. I look at his face again and see his smile.

"Perfect."
"What?"

He sees my face, and feel his thumb playing with my nipple.

"It's a compliment, Baby."
"A compliment about my boobs?"
"Yes, and they're perfect, and they fit perfect in my hand."
"Why do you always make it sound like you're objectifying women?"

I see his face changing, he takes his hand away and for the love of god, I wish he did not, the warmth of his hand felt so good. He looks down and I see his smile appearing again. I must have had inhaled deeply as he leans in to kiss me again. I lay my hand on his chest to stop him.

"What?"
"Johnny, I don't think we should..."
"I don't care, I want you."
"Only me, or just for sex?"
"Everything of you."

I am still not sure what I must think. I guess he could see it on my face as I feel him retreating. I look at his face and he looks down, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry."
"For what? For having me as your next trophy?"
"No."
"You know, three weeks ago I would have given everything to be one of your trophies."

I see him looking up at my face. I see his hope. I have never seen him having hope for anything. I always thought he was so confident and self-conscious about everything he wanted that he did not know what hope even meant. I guess I was wrong again.

"But now I know I'm more worth than just being a trophy."
"You mean everything to me, Baby, you're not just a trophy."
"How do I know that this isn't just for your pleasure only?"
"Because what I feel for you, I've never felt for anyone else in my entire life."
"How do I know that this isn't just one of your answers to make me believe that having sex with you isn't all you want from me?"

I see his shoulders hanging down at that question. He looks down as he turns his back to me. I can see he feels defeated. Sometimes he is really confusing, or maybe I am just being blind.

"You don't, because you know me better than I do myself, or even Penny."
"I'm your assistant."
"Exactly, you know how I think, I mean, you even know what my expressions mean without me saying a word."
"Isn't that what assistants need to know?"
"I guess, but, Baby, what I feel for you, it's not about just wanting sex."

He is still not looking at me. I inhale deeply, he does sound like he means the words he said.

"Johnny?"

He turns his head and I see his eyes and his expression.

"You really love me?"

He only nods.

"Only me?"

He nods again.

"Since when?"

He turns again and moves closer to me. I keep looking at his face. I want to see if he really is not making anything up. Because, as you know reader, I want this man so effing bad it nearly hurts my soul.

"Since the very first moment I laid my eyes on you."
"I know."

I give him my teasing grin. I see that smile appearing again. I have to kiss those gorgeous lips again. It is like going to a candy store and you see your favorite candy and you want to eat them all, but all you can do it just stare at them until the shop owner finally says you can have them all. Do you know what I mean? I move a little. He looks down and I see his smile getting a little wider. I push the blanket away and move myself on my knees. I could hear him taking a sound breath. I grab his head and I see him looking up in my eyes. I see the twinkle, making me bite my lower lip unconsciously. He looks at my lips and then back in my eyes. I move myself closer to him so I can kiss him again. He opens his mouth to receive me, to receive the kisses I gave him earlier, to make him moan. I feel his arms wrapping around my waist, he presses me against him. His skin feels so soft. It feels like I am melting into his embrace. I wrap my arms around his neck, so I can push my chest a little more against him. I feel his hands going to my bottom, he grabs my bottom cheeks and squeezes a little. I stop the kiss and he let out a sad little moan. I look at his face and see him biting his lower lip.

"Kiss me again, Baby."

I am letting my hands go through his soft hair as I am looking in those deep eyes. He has the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen in my life. In the sunlight they have the color of a cloudless sunny day, in the shadow they are a shade darker, not to mention with every mood, or the way he converse, his eyes always seem to have a different shade of blue, and now they are so dark that I feel like I am going to get sucked into his soul.

"Your eyes."
"What's with my eyes, Baby?"
"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes show your every mood?"
"No, only that they are gorgeous."

I roll my eyes at that, and I feel him pressing me a little more against him. He leans in to kiss me this time. I close my eyes. His lips are moving away from my mouth. Oh god, he is going to my button. Oh shush reader, everyone has a turn on button. I feel like I am losing control over my own actions, and I lay my head back, to feel his soft lips nipping at the base of my throat. There it is. My button. I let my out a moan. I could feel him starting to smile, but he did not stop kissing, nipping, and sucking a little right on that spot. I want to feel him. I am letting my fingers getting tangled in his hair. It is like he can sense what I am thinking, because a second after my thoughts, I gasp. I feel his fingers caressing over my womanhood. I call it womanhood because that makes it sound more mature. I feel I am getting wetter.

"Damn."

His voice is deep and hoarse. The vibrations of it, because his lips are still on my button, send a shiver down to my inner core. I moan deeply this time. I lift my head slowly back up and he lifts his to look in my eyes. I see the twinkle and he bites his lip again. I let my right thumb go over his mouth when I cup his lower jaw. I want this moment to last as long as possible. He moves a little, I feel his right-hand gliding over my hip to the front. I inhale deeply and soundly as I feel him exploring my womanhood again. I pull him in so I can kiss him again. He starts to kiss me like I have never been kissed before. Unconsciously I spread my legs a little. He has the right pressure with his fingers. I close my eyes and my breath chokes a little, we stop the kiss, but my mouth is still on his. I open my mouth a little as I start to pant. He opens his eyes to look at me. I feel his middle finger pushing into my core, in search of my sensitive spot. I grab his shoulder and dig my nails into his skin when he pushes his ring finger in as well. I am losing myself. I never felt it like this before. I press my lips a little harder against his, he opens his mouth on the moment he feels I am coming to my climax. I kiss him back while my breathing chokes. I start to shake like a wild woman, boy, I want him so bad right now. He keeps going, letting me shake a little more. I feel him smiling now, so I stop the kiss and open my eyes. He opens his and I see the love in them, I see his smile.

"Damn."

I start to smile. He bites his lip again. He lays his arms around me and pushes me slowly onto my back. I close my eyes, and I lost control. I feel safe in his arms. I feel loved. After some more foreplay, and I wanted to give him a blowjob, but he refused. A man refusing a blowjob, can you imagine?

"No, Baby, because if you give me a blowie now, I'm gonna come and then I'm not able to let you feel what I feel for you."

I look in his eyes, it is a fair answer. So, I give him a nod He kisses me, grabbing my legs and pushing them more up and against me. He moves a little and I feel his throbbing love stick rubbing against my womanhood. It is honestly one of the most arousing things I have ever felt in my life. He lays my legs over his shoulders and his hands are on both sides of my head. I see his face and feel him moving a little with his hips. I feel the tip on my opening, and he smiles at me. I grab his upper arms as he gives one hard, and deep, thrust. My mouth opens, I gasp, hold my breath, and then let it go when he stops moving.

"Damn."
"What?"
"I've never could go fully in."
"What do you mean?"
"A full penetration, Baby, you swallow my dick as if it's not too big for you."
"You make everything sound so romantic."

He rolls his eyes at my sarcasm, and I giggle a little. He starts to smile and starts to thrust on a steady rhythm. Slow, but deep thrusts, it is nearly soothing, he is really big, I can feel every bit of his thickness and length. It does not hurt, it is so very arousing, that after a few minutes I cry out his name as I reach my climax.

"Oh, Baby."

He takes my legs from his shoulders. I open my eyes to see him laying down on top of me. I grab his shoulders and he let his hands play with my hair. I lay my head back and close my eyes, listening to his irregular breathing and moans. He whispers some really sweet words while he keeps thrusting. I have never been loved like this before. I mean, I never had someone who is as good as he is. It might be an illusion, because he has a lot of experience, so he knows what he is doing. I do not have that much experience. I only had one boyfriend before him. I need to stop thinking this, he is not even my boyfriend, at least not yet. I start to say his name louder with every thrust he is doing. He is moving faster and faster. Then he does one hard thrust and instead of pulling back, he keeps pushing. I cry out his name in my climax, I grab his hair and pull his head back, he opens his eyes to look into mine as I open mine.

"Damn."

He smiles about my reaction. I kiss him and he kisses me back.

"Go on."

I whisper between the kisses. He starts to move again, this time fast, my muscles are still tightening from my climax and my body begins to shake harder with every thrust.

"Baby?"
"Yes?"
"You want me to come inside you?"

What a question is that to ask during sex? I open my eyes to look at him again. I know we are not using any protection and I am not taking the anticonception pill either, do not dare to look at me like that, reader, not every woman is taking that pill. Actually, I should tell him to pull out, but does it make any difference? I know that precum can already make a woman pregnant, and I just want to feel him coming. I know, it is irresponsible, but I cannot care right now.

"Yes."
"I love you, Baby."
"I love you too."

He kisses me and then let out one very deep moan as he thrusts deeply into my core and then stops moving. I feels his love stick pulsating, his seed blowing into me. And we both are panting deep and fast for the first few minutes. He presses his face against the pit of my throat, I feel his breath on my skin, he has his eyes closed. I let my hands play with his hair while I look at the ceiling and think of what we just did. After minutes, he slowly lifts his head up. I turn mine a little and look at his drowsy eyes, but I also see something else in them.

"Did you just say that you love me too?"
"Yes."
"You really do?"
"Yes."
"Even when I'm an asshole sometimes?"
"Yes."
"Can you say more than yes?"
"Yes, but I don't want to."

He chuckles softly and starts to kiss me slowly, and passionately.