Hey Everyone - I appreciate all of your reviews

Hey Everyone - I appreciate all of your reviews. You guys have really made it easier to update since all your feedback was so encouraging. I really hope you enjoy this chapter. I tried my best to incorporate a lot of emotions, plus give you some smut while staying true to where Sandy and Kirsten are at this moment in the season. I hope you all don't find it too far fetched...especially Kirsten's behavior. Let me know what you think!

KrabbyPatty - Hopefully you will find this chapter a little bit better. I hope I played off what Josh gave us this time around

Cheerleader2006 - Thank you for saying I am "one of those authors"

Robbie-kikka - It was a little tough, but this chapter was easier. I hope it enjoy it as much.

Panzie - Why are men so unthinking? Hopefully you won't find this chapter as heartbreaking.

kikinjuju - You asked so I delivered...more Kandy lovin'

4everKandy - Thanks for the review!

uvasoccerchick93 - I'm glad you pointed out Kirsten's changes. I really want that to come across since it was noticeable on the show.

Bluetoffee - There are some things I would love to change like making Kirsten tell him she thought Sandy running the Newport Group was a bad idea, but I have to stay true to the script. I know exactly how you feel.

Stripscrabble - I really wished we got more from Season three too.

Chicaanglaise - The next couple of chapters I have more to work with, although it is going to get angsty. Enjoy this one for now.

The Anger Management - Original Airdate - November 17, 2005

Disclaimer: All Italics are Josh's words!

Monday morning came way too fast for Sandy. It was his first day at The Newport Group acting as CEO, having no clue what that really meant. He wondered if Kirsten ever felt this nervous about her job. He went surfing earlier this morning to try and work out some of the stress he felt. When he got home Kirsten was already missing from their bedroom. He was hoping to work some of his stress out on her. That would be a sure way to calm his nerves. He knew once she was out of the domain of their bedroom, her mind was probably occupied with the fundraiser she was throwing.

He couldn't decide on a tie and figured to get her opinion. She spent most of the beginning of their relationship dressing him, plus she knew exactly what type of person employees wanted to look at. He made his way into the kitchen and saw her back facing him.

She curled her hair.

That was the first thing he noticed. His eyes moved from her hair, over her shoulders, down her back and to her waist. He would have kept descending to her ass, but unfortunately she was sitting. He looked back down at his hands and remembered why he searched her out in the first place.

He startled her at first. He could tell because she immediately spun around as he called his affectionate pet name for her. He noticed it, but continued forward about his ties. Which color would give what message? Only Kirsten would know this sort of thing.

Once she heard him rambling about the perfect tie, she could sense he was extremely nervous. Sandy never cared what type of impression he gave off to other people. She couldn't remember the last time he acted like this. She supposed it was when Sandy met her parents for the first time. That was as far back as she could remember.

She decided to distract him with her own worry of whether to serve alcohol at the event she was hosting. It wasn't that she was worried about her own temptation. She knew she was passed being afraid to be around any type of liquor. She was worried about it conflicting with the cause.

After that was settled, she noticed Sandy was still staring at his reflection in the built in wall wine cooler. He looked so unsure of himself and knew he needed her right now. She dropped her pen and made her way close to him. She rested her hands on his shoulders, leaning close to his ear, pressing her chest up against his back.

"You have nothing to worry about. They are going to love you." She said slowly to get her point across.

"Thanks." He replied, still staring at his own image.

"How could they not?"

He laughed; blushing a little when she wrapped her arms around him and held him closer to her. When he still didn't respond, she decided to ease his mind in another way. "Besides, even if they hate you, there is a benefit."

He spun around to face her, wondering where she was going with this conversation. Again, her beauty mesmerized him. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

"We can still continue our sexcapades in that office building." She laughed, a little embarrassed thinking about all the times they acted inappropriately behind those doors.

He acted quickly and spun her around, pinning her against the glass. "You better watch what you say Mrs. Cohen. I have every thought in my mind to drag you back upstairs right now." He kissed her passionately. "Especially when you look like that." She let out a laugh, before he kissed her again. "I can be late since I am in charge." He continued, before she finally pushed him off of her.

"Well unfortunately I can't be late." She sadly said before she heard the groan from behind them. Seth and Ryan once again caught them in a compromising position. "And you shouldn't be either."

"Okay." He said with a pout, before joining his boys in the kitchen.

Kirsten again began focusing on her event, asking the boys to help her set up on Sunday. She needed all the help she could get and hoped she could rely on her family. Ryan obliged, but Seth made some sort of excuse. She knew Sandy would be busy, but he plays his hand as well. She knew Seth's sudden change in eagerness to help did not come on his own. And that is why she loved her husband so much. She knew he didn't understand these types of charity events and how elaborate they were, but he did understand that it was important to her and that was all that mattered.

Sandy's day started off much better than he hoped for. His lawyer skills really paid off and meeting with all his employees was a breeze. If he thought he was stressed this morning over his tie of choice, he was sadly mistaken. Matt dropped a bombshell on his shoulders. He had to fire nine people in order to make things work for them to be ultimately successful.

He, Sandy Cohen, had to fire nine people?

This was not what he wanted or had expected to do. He was not Caleb Nichol. He had feelings. Whoever these people were, they had families and personal lives he knew nothing about. How was he supposed to play this role? It seemed impossible. He told Matt to hold off, wanting to make sure there was nothing more he could do on his end.

Kirsten spent her day at the club, feeling productive, organized and focused. She felt like her old self minus the alcohol of course. She could do this. She could wiggle her way back into society, as long as things went perfectly. She knew the guests would gossip about her until they saw her fully functioning in her old crowd again. She also knew next week they would be talking about something else.

The next morning Sandy decided to go surfing, hoping that the fresh air, salt water and exercise will help clear his mind. He could do this, he kept telling himself. He was a smart man and more importantly a caring man. As he was loading up the car to come home and hopefully spend some time with Kirsten, he came to a decision. He would meet with the accountant himself and come to terms with what just had to be done.

Kirsten was on the phone organizing some details of the event when Sandy came through the door. She planned her day earlier, allowing herself some Kirsten-time. She definitely needed it. Once she hung up, she turned her attention to Sandy.

"You left early this morning." She said, wishing that they would have had time to finish what they started in the kitchen the previous morning.

"Yeah, you know nothing like a little dawn patrol to clear your head." He said after receiving a kiss from Kirsten.

"Is everything ok?" She noticed he looked a little stressed out. "I was so busy yesterday, I forgot to ask how your first day went."

"Oh it's good. It's good. Its, you know, just a lot." He said, knowing he sounded like a scared puppy, not knowing which direction to walk in. He wasn't sure what he wanted to tell Kirsten at this point. He didn't want to tell her he felt like the possibility of failure was not that far off.

"Well you can always come to me with questions." She said as she walked away from him and into their closet.

He didn't know why this comment bothered him, but it did. It just struck the wrong nerve. Did she think he couldn't handle the pressure? Did she think she was smarter than he was? Deep down, he knew she just wanted to help and meant no malice, but it made him feel inadequate. "Thanks, you go have your Kirsten time."

Sandy spent the day meeting with their accountant and was certain to make things more bearable for him. It turned out if he made some major adjustments, he would only have to fire four people. Of course he would have to take a major hit personally by cutting his salary by thirty five percent and they would not be able fail on one single project. They needed to get off the ground with no margin for error.

He knew he had to speak to Kirsten about his salary. He knew she wouldn't care since money was never really important to her anyway.

Kirsten's day was a little more peculiar or at least the way Julie was acting was. She seemed a little off since she moved in with Charlotte, but the two of them seemed to form a genuine friendship. She figured if Julie wanted to talk about it, she would come to her.

It wasn't until she was signing the liability agreement for the Yacht Club that she noticed a look of worry on Julie's face. Maybe she was just as nervous about making her way back into the good graces of the Newpsies. Kirsten heard from Taryn about how Jimmy broke her heart once again and although Julie had her share in the embarrassing spotlight, Kirsten knew this particular thing really hurt her.

As she lay in bed that night, she thought about Julie but her mind quickly drifted to her husband. She missed him emotionally and wanted him physically. She stared blankly at the ceiling, wishing he was in bed with her. He stirred her emotions the other morning in the kitchen and she had been thinking about finishing what they started. She hated knowing that his mind was not there though. He seemed so pre-occupied since his first day and she couldn't help but feel lonely.

She just wanted him to kiss her. She thought of his full lips and how they knew exactly when to part. She thought of how he used his tongue to lick her bottom lip, loving when he gently sucked it teasingly.

She couldn't help but move her index finger to her lips, wishing it were his tongue.

She wished she felt his hands move from her waist and up to her chest, cupping her breast. She loved how he had a special way of massaging it while his lips moved to her neck.

She, once again, couldn't help but move her own hand to her breast, squeezing it softly, wishing it was his. She didn't want to stop and think about what she was doing or where she was going with this because it felt so good. Her head pushed back into the soft pillows enjoying the sensation of what should be her husband's hands.

She thought about what his next move would be, and it was usually his hard groin pushing into hers. That thought alone made her panties just a little bit damp. She thought about the sound of his grunts and groans and that spurred even more moisture below the sheets she was already under.

She thought about how his hands would normally roam back down toward her waist and then slide upwards underneath whatever top she had on that day. He never wasted anytime pulling the cup of her bra down, playfully pinching her nipple.

She kept her mind concentrated on her sexy husband as her hand followed his normal path.

He then would rotate his hips to feel more of her beneath him through their remaining clothes. She bent her legs wishing these games were not only in her mind right now.

She couldn't wait any longer to feel something physical beneath the sheets. One hand remained on her nipple as the other disappeared underneath the sheets and into her pajama pants. She always loved the way he played with her folds. He knew every inch of her and although some would find that boring, he managed to give her exactly what she wanted.

His hands always played on the outside, sliding up on down her slit. She couldn't help but lift her ass off the bed urging him to take it further, even though she was in control right now.

Sandy never teased her for too long because she always begged him for what she wanted and he always obliged. She slowly entered one finger inside, breathing deeply, wishing it were one of his thicker ones.

Just as she was about to pulsate it in and out and create a rhythm, she heard the handle to the bedroom door turn, her eyes opening and her head whipping in that direction. She slowly removed her finger, not wanting to make too much movement under the covers. She didn't want Sandy to suspect what she was doing.

"Hey." He said. "You're up late." He barely looked up at her as he was setting down his briefcase and taking off his shoes.

Kirsten should have figured he wouldn't have noticed her ragged breathing or her flushed skin. "Yeah, I was waiting for you."

"Good, I'm glad you are still up." He said.

"You are?" She asked, hoping that his was going to make what she was fantasizing about a reality.

"Yeah, I need to discuss something with you."

"Oh." She said disappointed.

He took a seat at the edge of the bed, noticing how pink her skin was tinted. "Are you feeling okay?"

She wanted to tell him she wanted him. She wanted to tell him what she was doing right before he came in, but she could never. Only once had Sandy witnessed such an act, and it was for his 35th birthday. He kept bringing it up and telling her how much he loved it, which made her self conscious about the whole thing.

"I'm fine. Is everything okay?" She felt like she asked him that a lot lately.

He brushed a strand of her blond hair off of her sweaty forehead, not saying about the glistening beads that were left there. "Yeah, everything is fine. I just wanted to let you know that I..." He struggled with how to word the next part. "...I need to make some adjustments to our income to make things work they way I want them to at The Newport Group."

"Okay." She said not understanding his worry. She saw that he was clearly upset as his eyes averted to the floor. "Sandy?" She called for his attention back to her. She cupped his face to force him to look at her. "It's okay. It's not like we have any major bills to worry about. The house, our cars and the boys' tuition at Harbor are all paid off. I'm sure we will be okay."

He loved that she never made a big deal out of money. It reminded him of how she was when they bought their first house. She didn't care how big or small it was even though he was a nervous wreck about it. "Thanks." He said to her reassuring words. "Go get some sleep. I have some work to do tonight in my office."

She made a face, wishing he would come to bed.

"Don't make me feel worse than I do already with your puppy dog eyes." He leaned in and kissed her forehead. "I want to finish up tonight so tomorrow I can be all yours tomorrow with no distractions."

Now she felt bad about giving him the eyes. "Okay." She smiled.

The morning of the event came and Sandy was actually looking forward to going to one of these things. He barely saw Kirsten this week and looked forward to spending some time with her, even if he had to share her with an entire room filled with people.

She left early for the club and Sandy was enjoying a quiet morning with the paper and his coffee. It was nice not to have to think about work for once. Just when he thought today was going to be stress free, Ryan came in needing to talk to him.

Sandy was so proud of Ryan at that moment. He was learning to use his head and not his fists. This was a huge step for Ryan and Sandy was glad he was seeking for help. He explained to Ryan that this situation was more about this kid that Ryan himself. He wanted to go further to get his point across, but his cell rang, interrupting his normally long speech.

Once he hung up with Matt, his concentration was now on the four employees sitting in his office waiting to be fired. He couldn't believe he was going to have to do this today with no mental preparation for how he was going to destroy these people's lives.

He looked back up and saw Ryan waiting for him to continue his speech, but his mind was no longer there.

"I'm sorry Ryan, but I have to go into the office."

"It's fine." Ryan answered immediately, feeling sorry that he bothered Sandy in the first place. He started to make his way out of the room, but Sandy stopped him.

"Ryan! I really am sorry that I have to go. I used to hate when Kirsten did this kind of thing to me. You cannot even begin to imagine the kinds of situations she used leave me in." He regretfully smiled, knowing he could make those types of jokes with Ryan. He was much more accepting of their sex life than Seth.

Ryan smiled back, knowing this was probably true. Kirsten was a completely different person when he first moved in with them. He always smiled to let Sandy know it was okay.

Later that evening, Kirsten was in her bedroom getting ready, thinking about the upcoming event. Her mind drifted back to today when she waited for Sandy to show up at the club to help with the set up. Ryan and Seth arrived alone and although she was grateful for their help, she really wished Sandy were there. Ryan mentioned that he had to go into the office, but she had no idea why.

Her thoughts then drifted to Julie. She couldn't help but wonder what was going on with her, but she was certain that something was up. She knew Julie was just as worried as she was about the event, but Julie always appeared outwardly confident. Never did she falter in that area. Not until Kirsten asked her if everything was going to be perfect tonight. Instead of brushing it off, she kept her eyes averted, nodded and walked away. Yes, something was definitely not right with her.

She finished with her makeup and zipped up her dress, hoping Sandy would be the one unzipping it. That is, if he made it tonight. He better, she thought. He wouldn't miss this. He was aware of how important this was to her. She looked at her reflection, pleased at what she saw back. She hadn't dressed up like this in months and it felt good.

She grabbed her purse and was about to exit her bedroom when the phone rang. She jumped on it, a little too eagerly, hoping it was the one person that she hoped.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby. I'm glad I caught you. I figured you might have left by now." She could hear the stress in his voice.

"I'm was just walking out. Please don't tell me that you're not coming." She demanded.

"I'll be there. I was just calling to tell you that I wasn't going to be able take you over there myself."

"It's fine, but I will see you there right?" She asked, uncertain if he was going to make it.

"I wouldn't miss it."

Once at the club, the room looked great, the crowd was generous and the drinks were flowing. Kirsten kept her hands clutched together, feeling awkward that she didn't have a glass in her hand. She kept telling herself to keep her mind distracted.

Julie took care of that because she still was acting off, which caught Kirsten's attention immediately. Things only became more odd as the night progressed. Julie suddenly changed the charity fund account directly to the cause, which she had no idea was in the plans for this evening. On top of that, when she asked Charlotte about it, she looked dazed, shocked and confused. If that wasn't enough, Kirsten noticed a very tense conversation between the two of them that definitely had a back-story to it.

She was about to find one of them and find out what was going on, when she spotted Sandy walking in the room. Their eyes met for a split second and she could tell something was not right with him. With his shoulders slumped, he shuffled his feet toward her before someone took her attention away. The Maitree D' needed her assistance with the bill. Before she followed him, she looked back to Sandy and he was gone. She would have to find him afterwards.

Sandy spotted her immediately. She always had the ability to brighten any room and eyes were always drawn in her direction. She looked radiant. He hadn't seen her dressed like this in some time and a part of him wanted to forget all his troubles, hold her in his arms and just enjoy the fact that he was the lucky man who stole her heart.

Unfortunately, he didn't know if that was possible. He was still really distraught over what he had to do today.

It felt like a while later when she spotted Sandy once again. Guests started filtering out and she saw him in the corner of the room, sitting there patiently for her. He looked exhausted. She started making her way over to him and he noticed immediately, getting up from his seat to greet her.

"Hey."

"Hey." She smiled at him, hoping to lift his spirits.

"Have a seat." He motioned to the chair. "So the event was a success, congratulations!"

She smiled while sitting. "Thank you." Sandy sighed loudly and took this as her cue to bring up his behavior. "So, you want to tell me what's going on?"

"What do you mean?" He didn't want to burden her with his troubles. Isn't that why she quit The Newport Group in the first place?

She shook her head, knowing what he was trying to do. "Don't shut me out Sandy."

He hesitated, but knew that look on her face. He couldn't hide from her any longer, nor did he want to. "I fired four people today." He looked down at the table disappointed in himself, ashamed of what he revealed. "I'm not sure I'm the guy for this job at all."

Kirsten knew that this was a part of business that Sandy would just have to deal with. She knew it wasn't his fault and wanted to explain that to him in best way she could. "I'm glad you're upset."

"Good pep talk." He sarcastically replied.

She knew that didn't come out right. "It means you care. Do you think my father gave a second thought to anyone he fired?" She asked, thinking she made a good enough point.

"Exactly. He was successful!" Sandy said, backing up his statement that maybe this is not the best career path for him.

Kirsten needed to point something out that he was completely forgetting. "And his ego almost destroyed the company." She needed to say more to convince him. "If I had to choose between you and my father to run things, I would choose you every time." She smiled at him, knowing that what she said was a huge deal in their relationship. She always defended her father to Sandy, but at that moment, it was the honest truth. She smiled, knowing what a big moment this was for the two of them.

Sandy heard the words, but felt them in his heart too. '"Thank you baby." She rendered him speechless.

Kirsten felt the need to add in the fact that she wanted him to talk to her about these types of thing. "I'm not fragile. You don't have to protect me."

"I forget you are your father's daughter." He said knowing how strong of a man Caleb would be remembered as.

"No, I'm your wife." She said reassuring him, before leaning in to kiss him. God, she missed him so much.

Sandy pulled back to take in her entire image, asking for the millionth time how he ever got this lucky "Good answer!" He joked, before leaning in to kiss her again.

He parted his lips, but didn't make the next move of sliding his tongue into her mouth. He didn't want to kiss to become too heated. He pulled back again, staring into her eyes, before taking a look around the room. The wait staff was cleaning up, but the band was still playing a slow mellow tune. He knew it was ridiculous, but figured he would ask anyway. "You want to dance?"

"Now? Here?"

"Yes, here and now."

She looked around the room, wondering if it would be appropriate the be dancing while others around them worked. When she turned back to Sandy, she couldn't deny his request. At that moment, he needed her to say yes, plus she was craving his attention for some time now. "I'd love to."

He led her out to the dance floor and pulled her close to him, using his right hand to feel the skin exposed at the small of her back, while the other grasped her hand pulling it close to his heart. This was always their most comfortable dance stance, loving how they both felt in each other's arms.

Kirsten kept her eyes locked on his, knowing his mind was still on what happened today. "Sandy?" She called, using her hand to push his chin up toward her. "Look at me."

His eyes met hers and his heart melted. He could see the love in her eyes and that suddenly made things a little bit better.

"It's going to be okay. I know in my heart that you did everything possible to avoid firing those people. I promise everyday won't be this hard."

"I know." He leaned in and kissed her, pulling her tighter to him. When he pulled back, he felt more desperate for her. "I love you for saying that."

She smiled, leaning closer to him, starting to feel the stiffening in his pants. "Why don't we go home so you can show me?"

His eyebrows shot up at her boldness. "Well that's the best offer I had all day."

"It better be."

Once they arrived home, a car ride that took entirely too long for both of them, they headed straight for their bedroom. They spotted Ryan and Marissa sitting outside by the fire, grateful that no one was in the house at the moment.

Kirsten entered the room first, knowing her husband was following closely behind her. As he went to grab the handle of the door, pulling it shut, he saw Kirsten spin around coming toward him at full speed.

She wanted him so badly and couldn't help but think about how she spent the last couple of nights in her bedroom. She wrapped her arms around him, pushing her entire body hard against his. Sandy stumbled back a little, taken back by Kirsten's behavior. He continued kissing her, regaining his stance and pushing them forward as he shut the door behind him. She once again pushed into him as he leaned back against the door.

Her hands ran through his mop of black hair and his found their way down to her ass, urging his way closer to her. When she felt his hardness between her legs, she broke the kiss and moaned out loud. He loved when she was like this, but knew there was something he still had to do.

"Maybe we should shut the blinds?" he asked, referring to the fact that Ryan and Marissa could see in if they turned around.

"I don't think I can wait." She said before pressing her lips against his. There was this sense of urgency that she was feeling from deep within that she couldn't explain. It was almost as if they stopped, they would not have the opportunity to continue.

He felt it too. He didn't think twice before he started walking her backwards toward their closet. Their kiss still deep and their hands still roaming, they slammed their closet door shut once they were safely inside. With her still in his arms, he lowered his hands to the zipper of her dress. He tugged at it desperately, quite the opposite of slowly lowering it to tease her. "I want you so bad." He said in frustration.

Once the dress pooled at the floor, Sandy slammed her back into the door. She squealed at the coldness of the wood against her temperate body.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worried he was too aggressive. When she nodded and started pulling his tie from his neck, he kept taking this further. He slipped his hand past her pantyhose and into her panties, searching for his moist prize. Having trouble, he ripped the pantyhose right off her legs, not caring in the least. Kirsten in return ripped his shirt open, not bothering with unbuttoning each button.

His lips attacked her neck and he nestled his face between her breasts. She needed to see him fully and started tugging at his belt. His hands assisted her mission, opening the button and lowering his zipper as his tongue lapped at her delicate skin. His hands once again moved toward her core, but she pushed them away. "Don't!"

He pulled back, asking with his eyes, why?

"I need you inside me." She said using her hands to pull on his hardness.

As always, Sandy obliged lifting her off the ground, his tip at her entrance and his hands cupping her ass.

"Please?" She begged.

He pushed her back against the door, this time moaning at the pressure, paying no mind to the coldness against her skin. He set their rhythm, but suddenly with the noise they were making from the slamming against the door, they were now joined with another type of banging. They both heard it, but ignored it the first time.

When Kirsten heard it again, she tensed up, looking at Sandy for an answer to what it was.

And again, that same sound.

"Shh..." Kirsten was telling Sandy to stop for a second.

He began kissing her neck, trying to maintain what they had. "It's Ryan."

"What?"

"It the punching bag." Sandy knew that sound, spending many hours himself pounding into the hard leather. Now he just wanted to finish pounding into his wife. He could tell Kirsten was distracted and wanted to put her mind at ease. "At least we know he can't hear us." Sandy joked.

It wasn't long before he continued their pace and they eventually came down from their highs. "God, I really missed that." She said as he placed her gently back down on the floor, breathing heavily himself. He kissed her once more wanting to savor this moment. "I love you Kirsten. I just want you to know that. What you said tonight meant so much more to me than I think you'll ever know."

"I'm sorry for never letting you know how I felt before tonight. I'm the one that should be sorry."

She headed toward the bathroom to get ready for bed and he put on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. "After that performance, you don't have to be sorry for anything."

She came out of the bathroom giving him a look that only he could read. She smiled shyly afterward as she started to grab something to wear to bed. "I'm going to close the blinds. Wait a minute and come to bed as you are." He said, looking at her incredible body that she maintained after all these years.

"Okay." How could she say no to that? She knew if she went to bed naked, their night was only beginning.

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