by Hamel, B. B.
I finish the email and send it out. I stifle a yawn as I head over to his office and poke my head inside.
“What’s up?” I ask him.
He gestures at the chairs in front of his desk. “Take a seat.”
I hesitate but head inside. I sit down slowly and he looks at me with a little frown.
“Sorry I’m keeping you so late,” he says.
“It’s okay.”
He rubs his eyes for a second. “I know this has been rough lately. I mean, what with the…” He trails off.
“I know,” I say quickly.
“I just want you to know that no matter what happens with us, you’re doing a good job here.”
I hesitate a second, a little taken off guard. “Really?”
He smiles a bit. “Absolutely.”
“I was kind of worried you’d fire me.”
That gets a laugh. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, isn’t that what the big boss does when he gets his assistant pregnant?”
He chuckles and shrugs a little. “Honestly, I don’t know. Not my style, though.”
“That’s good,” I admit.
“I want to keep you around,” he says. “If you were bad at your job, I still probably wouldn’t let you go.”
“Oh, so now you’re playing favorites, huh?”
“Can’t help myself. I think I was playing favorites the night I got you pregnant with our little miracle.”
I frown and look away. I don’t know how I feel about him calling my baby a “miracle” but… well, I know it’s not far from the truth.
“You could do the same thing for Billy,” I say, referring to the new IT guy.
“I doubt Billy looks as good naked as you do,” he says with a wolfish grin.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m very sure.” He leans toward me and cocks his head. “Tell me something. Do you think about it as much as I do?”
I stare at him. “Think about… what?”
He stands and comes around his desk, sitting in the chair next to mine. My heart’s beating fast but he doesn’t make a move to come any closer.
“You know what I mean,” he says softly. “The way your body feels under mine. The taste of your skin, the bite of your teeth against my lip, your fingernails on my back digging in deep as I push my cock slowly between your legs. Do you think about it?”
My heart’s beating fast and I feel my cheeks get flushed. “No,” I say, although I know I’m lying.
He stares into my eyes. “I think about it constantly,” he whispers.
I dig my fingers into the arms of the chair and arch my back slightly. “Really?”
“Really. Constantly. I can’t get your body out of my head. I know you think we shouldn’t do this… shouldn’t get involved.”
A shiver runs down my spine. I feel that sharp excitement between my legs and I know I’m already wet. I curse my body for betraying me like this, but god, it feels so good. All he has to do is give me that look and my panties want to come off.
“It’s a mistake.” The words come out in a strangled whisper. I can’t even keep my voice from wavering right now and I know he can see it. He can see right through me. He knows how attracted I am to him and I’m sure he can sense how badly I want him right now.
He reaches across toward me suddenly, his fingers intertwining with my hair before sliding down along my cheek. I practically purr as he tilts my chin toward him.
“You’re right. It’s a mistake. But it’s one we both keep making over and over.”
“So why don’t we stop?”
He leans toward me and I can’t look away.
“Because it feels too good.”
God, he’s right.
I know he’s right.
It feels too good. He tastes too good, touches me too good, makes everything just too good. I’m so stupid for doing this but I move across the space between us and I kiss him.
This time, I give in to myself. Oh, I know he was about to do the same thing, but I don’t give him the chance.
I kiss him and curse myself for being so damn weak.
10
Finn
Mistakes aren’t always simple.
There are the obvious mistakes. The easy mistakes. The ones you make and you know are wrong.
But then there are the mistakes that feel good. The mistakes that go from something stupid you wish never happened…
To something you need over, and over, and over again.
Eden might’ve been a mistake at first. I mean, sleeping with my personal assistant? Yeah, definitely a fucking mistake.
But now she’s something so much more. She’s not a mistake, not even a little bit.
She’s a hunger. She’s a thirst.
And I know she feels the same way when I look into her eyes.
When she comes toward me and kisses me before I even need to make the first move, I know she feels the same.
God, it’s not easy. It’s not simple. But it feels too good to stop.
I kiss her full and deep before standing. I pull her to her feet and lift her up, sitting her down on my desk. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips. I pull her tight against me and drink in that kiss, her tongue against mine, her taste in my mouth.
I’m buzzing with her like a fucking animal.
It doesn’t matter what happens. I keep seeing that every time I’m around her. It doesn’t matter because I’m getting a taste. I need it constantly, like a low-level headache, except this is the sort of sweet pain I crave.
I fist her hair and bite her lip, making her gasp. She digs her nails into my back and I pull off my jacket, throwing it onto the floor. She unbuttons my shirt and pushes it open, running her hands over my skin, feeling my muscles. I kiss her neck and pull her hair back, making her gasp.
I roughly push her legs wide, forcing her skirt up over her hips. She gasps when my fingers find her panties and my cock’s rock hard the moment I realize she’s soaked through them already.
“You need this just as much as I do,” I growl into her ear.
“That’s just my body.”
“Body, mind, it doesn’t matter. Every inch of you is going to be mine.”
She gasps as I push aside her panties and tease her wet pussy with my fingertips. She groans when I sink them deep inside her. I kiss her slow and revel in the feel of her soaked pussy and her groans as I tease her and make her feel good.
Fucking hell, this is what I need. I want to make her happy, make her feel so good she can barely control herself. I tease that wet little pussy and fuck her with my fingers and god damn, I know we shouldn’t be doing this. I mean, the walls of my office are glass. Everyone went home for the day but still. Someone could come back, and if they did…
Well, they’d see me fucking my assistant. Because I’m not stopping, not for nothing.
She unbuckles my belt in a hurry, lips pressed against mine. I keep my fingers buried deep inside her, teasing her and stroking her from inside. She groans and gets my pants undone. They drop down as she pulls my cock from my boxer briefs, holding it in both hands, stroking it up and down in a frenzy. I let out a low rumble of pleasure as I push her back.
She braces herself with her hands on the desk. I pull her legs wide and press my cock against her wet little pussy. She’s dripping down onto my desk, ready for me, begging for me. Her mouth is hanging open, her cute little tongue licking her lips.
I grab her chin and kiss her. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I growl.
“Please,” she says. “Fuck me, Finn.”
I sink myself deep inside of her with a groan. She gasps, throwing her head back, and I grab her perfect hips as I press my big cock deeper.
Her groans drive me wild. I start to fuck her slow at first, pushing my big cock deeper and deeper. I kiss her and pull her hair tight as I start to fuck her faster. I unbutton the front of her blouse until it’s hanging open, her breasts covered by this lacy black b
ra I can’t help but think she wanted me to see.
I kiss her chest and push her bra up until I can bite and lick her nipples. She moans and kisses me as I unhook the bra. It hangs loose as I tease her breasts with my fingers and palms, my cock sliding in and out of her delicious tight little pussy. She takes me like she was born to do it, like her pussy was built to wrap around my big, fat fucking cock.
I stroke deeper and harder inside her. I groan my pleasure, unable to help myself. She feels so good, so damn good. It’s intense and unstoppable.
I grab her hips and fuck her hard. She bites my lip and digs her fingers into my back. “Oh, god,” she gasps. “Oh, god, Finn. You feel so good deep between my legs. Oh my god, keep fucking me.”
I groan in her ear. I love the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, her breath panting against my neck. I love her moans, the way she arches her back, the way her whole body tenses when she’s getting close.
I love every inch of this damn girl.
I pull back and drag her down from the desk. I turn her around and bend her over, taking a second to admire that tight, perky ass. She’s got an incredible body and I can’t help but admire it. I spank her ass nice and hard, leaving a read mark in the shape of my palm.
She groans and look at me over her shoulder, her hair messy, her lips smeared. I kiss her slowly as I tease her clit from behind before dropping to my knees. I spread her ass wide and lick her top to bottom, tasting every inch of her beautiful little pussy and ass.
“God, you’re incredible,” I say. “Perfect little pussy, tight little ass. Every time you’re around all I can think about is sinking my cock deep inside this wet little cunt.”
She groans as I lick her from behind, lapping her up, drinking her in. Fucking hell, she’s tasty and it drives me wild.
I stand back and slap her ass again, making her gasp, before sinking my cock right inside her. I slip in so easily since she’s soaked through.
I take her deep and fill her with my massive cock. She groans and rolls her hips, pushing back against me. I fill her deep and slow at first, grabbing her hair, spanking her ass, before fucking her faster. I fuck her rough and deep, sliding my cock hard in and out.
“Look at you,” I growl, “taking your boss’s big cock in his office. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You love getting fucked by your boss.”
“Oh, god, yes,” she moans.
“You want another baby in you, don’t you? You want me to fill you up with my hot cum.”
“Please,” she begs. “I want you to come inside me. God, I love it. I love it when you spank me and pull my hair. Tell me I’m a dirty girl.”
I lean over her, sinking my cock all the way inside, making her gasp. “You’re a dirty fucking girl,” I whisper in her ear.
“Say it again,” she moans.
I start to fuck her faster. “You’re a filthy, dirty fucking girl.”
“God, yes,” she moans. “Slap my ass. Tell me I’m a filthy girl. Tell me all I need is your big cock.”
I spank her nice and hard. “You’re filthy. You live for my fucking cock. You’re a dirty girl and all you do is think about your boss’s cock fucking you deep and rough. You’re dripping wet all day at your desk just waiting for me to call you into my office.”
“Yes,” she moans. “I’m a dirty girl. If anyone knew what I thought about you, they’d think I was so filthy.”
“That’s because you are. You love this big dick. You go home and touch that little cunt all night thinking about my big dick, wishing I were there fucking you nice and deep and hard. You want to spread your legs wide for me and let my tongue lick you top to bottom before I fuck you so hard you scream for more.”
“Fuck me, Finn,” she moans.
I spank her hard and fuck her like an animal. I can’t stop myself, I’m so lost in the moment. I don’t know how long I’ve been inside of her, hours or years or centuries, it doesn’t matter. All I know is the pleasure that’s ripping through me. My heart’s pounding and I’m filled to the brim with desire and the need for her perfect body.
I slap her ass again and fuck her rough. I grab one arm and push her down onto the desk, holding her tight and dominating her as my cock slams in and out. She’s moaning my name, begging for more as low growls and grunts escape my lips.
I know we’re close. I can sense it in her body, in the way she moves. I tease her breasts before holding her down and roughly fucking her. I give her a little sweet and a little rough before teasing her clit again and fucking her deep.
She grinds back against me, clearly desperate for more. I give her every inch of my thick cock and slide it deeper and deeper. She moans and begs for more, a panting whisper as I keep going.
I’m not holding back anymore. I’m not slowing down. I give her my big cock over and over, filling her tight cunt to the brim. She starts to whisper my name before it gets louder and louder, the whisper turning into a moan.
“Come for me, you filthy fucking girl,” I growl in her ear, taking her hair and controlling her. “Come for your baby daddy.”
She gasps at that, eyes wide, and I feel her cunt tighten around my cock. Her body stiffens and she lets out this loud, low moan.
I watch her come and I fuck her faster. Her cunt gets so fucking tight as she bears down and orgasms all over. I fuck her faster, so goddamn close, I can’t help myself.
I explode in her pussy as she keeps coming. I fill her up to the brim and she takes every single drop in her nice, tight, wet little cunt. We come together, her moans filling the office, and I can’t help myself. I’m in fucking heaven.
Slowly though, we come down. We’re panting, both of us sweating. I help her sit down in a chair and I collapse into the other one. She gets her bra back on and buttons up her blouse.
She grins over at me. “Now I know why you keep working late.”
I grin right back. “Damn right.”
“If that’s all, Mr. Kelly, I’d like to be dismissed for the night.”
“You think you did enough work?”
She nods, a sly little smile on her lips. “Unless you have something else for me?”
I lean across the chairs and kiss her. “No. You’ve done enough.” I look into her eyes. “For now.”
She bites her lip and finishes dressing. I don’t even bother, though. I watch her body move and I can almost feel my cock starting to stiffen again. When she’s done, she heads to my office door.
“We can’t keep doing this, you know,” she says lightly. “Sooner or later, it’ll be trouble.”
“I think it already is,” I say.
She watches me cautiously, gives me a little smile, and hurries off to her desk. She packs quickly and she’s gone in a few minutes.
I sigh and slump back into the chair. I’m still sweating and my heart’s still beating fast. Fucking hell, that girl.
She drives me wild. She says she doesn’t want this but the moment I’m sunk deep in that pussy, it’s like she’s a whole new person.
I want that girl all the time. She just needs to see how good it can feel. She just needs me to show her.
11
Eden
Early Saturday mornings are good for two things: sleeping late and talking about all your problems. Unfortunately, I haven’t been sleeping all that well lately.
Fortunately though, Lily is always awake.
“Comes with being a mom,” she says when I apologize for showing up at her door at eight in the morning with coffee. “I’ve been up for three hours already.”
“You’re up that early every day?” I ask as we head inside. We sit down on her kitchen and I sip the coffee I brought with me.
“Not every day. But mostly.” She gives me a little shrug and a smile. “Just part of life right now, I guess.”
“Sounds pretty bad.”
“Could be worse.” She sits down and takes the coffee I offer her. “So, what’s on your mind?”
I sigh and look down at the table.
My fingers follow the fake wood grain in little swirling patterns. “Finn,” I say finally.
“Mmm,” she says with a little smile. “I figured.”
“I thought things would be easier if I just told him I didn’t want him to be in the baby’s life, but…”
“But he’s stubborn?” she asks.
“Stubborn is one way of putting it.”
“Still, it’s a good thing, right?”
“Well, I thought so. But now apparently there are rumors about him, which are kind of true, but…”
She frowns at me. “Okay, slow down.”
I give her a quick recap about Finn and Maxwell and the Polish diplomat’s daughter. “He says it’s in the past and he’s not doing that stuff anymore, but how can I trust him?”
She nods a little with a slight frown. “He’s a player and you’re worried about letting him into your child’s life.”
“I’m worried he’ll realize how hard it is to be a parent and… you know, bail.”
“Do you really think he’s that kind of guy?”
I sigh and shake my head. “I don’t know, honestly. I don’t think so. I think if he’s going to bail, it’ll be before the baby’s born, and that might even be worse?”
“Why?” she asks softly.
I frown and don’t say anything for a second before slowly meeting her eyes. “I’m scared as hell,” I say finally, forcing the tears away.
She reaches out and takes my hand. “I know,” she says. “I was scared too.”
“How did you deal with it?”
“I didn’t.” She laughs and shakes her head. “I mean, I just pretended like nothing was wrong until I was so pregnant I couldn’t deny it anymore. Then Nova came and I just… I learned.”
“I’m scared of being a mom,” I admit quietly. “I’m afraid I won’t be good at it. I’m afraid of doing it alone.”
“It’s hard,” she says, “but you can do it. I know for a fact you can.”
“How do you now that?”
“Because I did it and I’m nowhere near as strong as you are.”