How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby (How To Rom Com Book 3)

by London Casey

  I had her where I wanted her, already rocking on the edge of coming.

  That told me she had been horny all night.

  I pulled away and looked up at her.

  “Tell me you’ve being thinking about this, love,” I said.

  “Don’t fucking stop,” she purred.

  “Tell me, Maya…”

  I brought my right hand between her legs and pressed against her clit.

  She groaned and bucked her hips.

  “Cole, please. Finish me.”

  “I’m just getting started,” I said. “Tell me you’ve wanted me to do this for a long time. You’re so fucking wet and ready, Maya.”

  I moved my left hand and she lowered her ass to the floor and looked down at me.

  “Yes,” she said. “Okay? Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “I want you to fuck me with your tongue. I want you to fuck me with your cock. Of course I’ve thought about it. Now fucking do it while I’m still drunk and horny for you.”

  I groaned and put my mouth back to her pussy.

  She rocked her hips as my tongue dance against her clit.

  I fucking had her… right there…

  My right hand inched up her inner thigh and I used my thumb to circle her entrance. Just that extra pressure was enough to set her off.

  Maya grabbed the blankets and started to sit up. She grabbed my hair with both hands. Driving my face against her harder.

  Fuck, what a move by her…

  I stayed with her throbbing body, savoring each pulse, lapping up the gushing honey that poured from her.

  When I was done - for now - I kissed up her soft and bare mound, groaning because I began to picture Maya in the shower, shaving herself for me.

  I kissed up to her breasts, my hands cupped her and I took my time tasting each nipple.

  Back and forth… her hands clawing at my back, digging into my skin.

  I released my hold on her breasts and kissed up to her mouth and paused with just an inch between us.

  Her drunk eyes and drunk breath were all over me.

  “Make your fucking move, love,” I whispered. “Kiss me and taste yourself.”

  Maya kissed me.

  Now that drove me even more wild.

  I reached down with both hands and opened my pants.

  I kissed Maya down to the floor again as I carefully got out of my pants and boxers.

  My right hand stroked my cock once, not that it needed it.

  I was rock hard, aching to feel the sweet warmth of Maya’s tight pussy.

  I put my hands to the floor and broke the kiss.

  “Grab my cock and put it where you want it, love,” I ordered.

  Maya did as she was told.

  Her delicate fingers touched my hard skin and I sucked in a breath.

  The night was fucking wild between us.

  Seeing her in that black dress. Wanting to beat the hell out of Mr. Pickle for what he said to her (and I meant it). The look in her eyes outside. The taste of her body. And now…

  Maya pulled my cock to her slit.

  She moved the head of my cock up and down her wet folds.

  I thrust forward, welcoming myself into her body.

  She cried out and arched her back.

  I barely was inside her and she was already like this?

  “Oh, fuck, Maya, you are fucking beautiful,” I said.

  A loud pop! hit at the side of us from the fireplace.

  Maya turned her head and looked.

  Then she looked at me.

  She smiled.

  I bent my elbows and kissed her again.

  I lowered myself down some more, slowly taking myself to the hilt.

  Maya scratched at my back again, but she didn’t push me away.

  Instead, her hands moved down to my ass and pulled at me.

  She wanted more.

  I thrust.

  She broke the kiss and groaned.

  I pulled back and slammed forward, starting to take her.

  We were a cliché together.

  The boss fucking his secretary.

  I didn’t care.

  We were drunk. Horny. We both wanted it.

  And nothing bad would come of it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Maya

  His hands aren’t afraid to touch me where they want. He makes me jittery as his fingertips slide along skin that would normally make me feel uneasy. But his touch is too good. He’s strong and confident. When his hand moves over my left breast, he takes hold with control. When he kisses my neck, he does so like we’ve been together for years. And when he thrusts his amazing cock into me, he knows how good he is.

  I grab at his back, clawing at skin and muscle.

  I move my hands up to his shoulder blades and I hook my fingers, holding tight.

  I put my head back and groan, letting myself go.

  We’re drunk and we’ve been waiting for this moment for way too long.

  We’re in a cabin in the woods at the top of a mountain with a fire burning in the fireplace.

  Cole mesmerizes me as he changes from Cockhead Cole to Elevator Guy.

  It’s Elevator Guy who is bringing me to climax.

  Cockhead Cole had been the one with his tongue between my legs earlier.

  My head is as confused as my words sound… but what’s not confusing is how this feels.

  I want to cry out it’s the best sex I’ve ever had, but I know that can’t be true.

  Cole can’t be the best fuck of my life because I can never do this again with him.

  He picks up speed and his hands slip under my ass, grabbing me tight. I arch my back and feel his hot breath against my chest. He groans and grunts as he works harder.

  I’ve already come twice.

  There’s more on the way.

  Fine…

  Fucking my boss is the best I’ve ever had.

  I opened my eyes and pulled the warm blankets up over my head and groaned.

  I felt like I had melted into the blankets.

  Honestly, I never knew such comfort existed.

  When I pulled the blankets down, I took a deep breath and the air in the cabin was cold.

  Very cold, actually.

  I rolled to my other side and saw Cole.

  Instantly, I covered my mouth and my eyes grew big.

  It all came back to me.

  No regrets, but still… Cole was my boss. I was his secretary. I had fallen into that trap of ending up in bed with my boss.

  Well, we weren’t exactly in bed, were we?

  We were on the floor of the living room in a flood of blankets and pillows.

  Cole had his black pants back on and was on one knee in front of the fireplace.

  My eyes humped every visible muscle of his back.

  I felt no shame for that, but I knew there was no way a morning-after fuck could happen. Not when we were sober. And in my case, hungover.

  Cole worked quietly, not realizing I was awake.

  In a matter of minutes, a small fire began to glow in the fireplace. Then it grew into some flames before settling.

  Cole inched back and down to the floor.

  “I’m awake,” I finally said.

  He turned and looked down at me. “Oh. Hey.”

  “Hey.”

  “Got a little cold in here overnight,” he said.

  I pulled the covers to my chin. “Yeah. Brr.”

  Brr?

  I cringed.

  I had to keep the blankets to my chin and keep myself wrapped up tight because I was naked. Completely and totally naked. I felt my body against the softness of the blankets.

  All Cole had to do was rip the blankets down and…

  No.

  I swallowed hard. “How did you sleep?”

  How did you sleep? What the hell is this?

  It was like I suddenly forgot how to talk to someone the morning after sex.

  We weren’t married. We weren’t together. We were
two people who were in the mood and took advantage of being alone.

  Cole grinned at me. “Been a while?”

  “What?”

  “You’re acting like it was your first time,” he said. “You know, whatever is under those covers, I saw. I also kissed a lot of it too.”

  My cheeks began to burn. “I know that. I’m not an idiot, Cole.”

  “I didn’t say you were. You’re just holding those blankets so tight.”

  “I’m cold.”

  Cole leaned over me a little. “You know I can help with that.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Please. You had your fun. If you want to do something for me, make some coffee.”

  “Make coffee?” Cole asked. “Maya, there’s a full breakfast in the kitchen waiting.”

  “What?”

  Cole laughed. “You must have been comfortable or really drunk. You didn’t hear them come in?”

  “Them?” I asked.

  “Don’t worry,” Cole said, showing his hands. “I wasn’t cuddled up next to you or anything.”

  “Okay.”

  “I knew they were coming. It was all arranged. There’s plenty to eat and drink. Hey. If you’re in the mood for a little hair of the dog…”

  “No,” I blurted out. “No alcohol for breakfast. Ugh. That just made my stomach turn.”

  “Fair enough,” Cole said. “Why don’t you get dressed and come into the kitchen?”

  “Why don’t you bring me coffee in here?” I asked.

  “Bring you coffee, Maya?” Cole asked. “I pay you to bring me coffee.” He climbed to his feet. “I’m going to take a shower. I expect my coffee and breakfast ready by the time I get out.”

  He walked away and my jaw dropped.

  Oh, well, good morning to you too, Cockhead Cole.

  I hurried to the bedroom with one of the blankets wrapped around me.

  I locked the bedroom door and took a few seconds to catch my breath, then I got dressed.

  In the bedroom, I attempted to fix my wild hair.

  I looked like a hangover mess. But I also looked like I had great sex the night before. There was a little bit of a glow to my face and the second I thought about what Cole and I had done, I smiled.

  I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

  I grabbed the wet washcloth from the night before and washed my face.

  After a few breaths, last night became nothing more than a memory.

  I dried my face, exited the bedroom, and went to the kitchen.

  “Whoa,” was my reaction when I saw the food.

  Cole hadn’t been joking at all.

  The counter was full of breakfast foods.

  I spotted the coffee and grabbed a mug.

  I made coffee for Cole and walked it from the kitchen to the master bedroom.

  “Cole,” I said as I knocked.

  “Come in,” his voice said.

  I slowly opened the door to find him freshly showered, the smell of his musky soap lingering in the air.

  He was wearing a clean pair of black pants and a fresh, white shirt that was buttoned up and tucked into the pants. He stared at me as he knotted his tie but left it a little loose.

  “Coffee,” I said.

  “Perfect. Thanks.”

  He walked up to me and took the coffee.

  When his hands touched mine, I shivered.

  I really needed to kill off anything hanging around from last night.

  “We need to talk about last night,” I said.

  “Sure,” he said. “Breakfast?”

  “Do I have to cut up your pancakes?”

  Cole touched his stomach. “Do I look like I’m built to eat senseless carbs, Maya?”

  I took a deep breath and turned away from him.

  Yup.

  Back to hating him.

  Cole stood as he ate.

  I sat at the dining room table.

  The coffee was amazing. The food was better.

  The headache from the hangover went away much quicker than I expected it to.

  All in all, it was a decent enough morning other than the elephant in the room.

  Or better yet… the memory of wild, hot sex in front of the fireplace with my boss…

  Cole took one last hearty bite of a piece of cantaloupe and put his plate down on the counter. He wiped his hands and adjusted his tie into its correct position.

  “Not sure what you want to talk about, Maya,” he said. “You said you weren’t going to fuck me over. I hope that’s still true.”

  I nodded. “It is. But if I wanted to, what would you do?”

  Cole narrowed his eyes. “Are you trying to make a joke?”

  “I am,” I said. “I just… you know… what it was. What it meant.”

  Cole reached for the counter and nodded. “Do you really want to do this? Go down this emotional road over one night of sex? As far as I could tell, you were in the mood just as much as I was. Should we have done it? No. Do I regret it? No. Am I worried about it? No. We were drunk and…”

  “And, what, Cole?” I asked.

  “I wanted to fuck you, Maya. I wanted to taste your body. I wanted to find out what was hiding under that dress. I wanted to know why you don’t dress like that more often.”

  “You could have just asked,” I said.

  “I’m not the asking and talking type when it comes to that type of activity.”

  Heat moved through my body.

  He had a way with words…

  “Were you really going to beat up Mr. Pickle? Or was that your cheap way of getting into my pants?”

  Cole grinned. “I don’t think we need to talk about last night anymore, Maya. But for the record, you weren’t wearing any pants.”

  He moved from the counter.

  I had a lot more to ask him. A lot more to talk about.

  None of it would get me anywhere.

  The doorbell to the cabin buzzed and when I heard Mr. Pickle’s voice, I cringed.

  He and Cole were going to talk a little more.

  I was going to pack my stuff up.

  Then it was time to go back to reality and let all of this stay as a memory.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Cole

  Thankfully, weeks went by.

  The more distant time became between myself, Maya, and that night in the cabin, the better things felt.

  She didn’t bring it up.

  I didn’t bring it up.

  But for a while there, when we looked at each other, it was still there.

  Burning from her eyes, fresh in her mind.

  That only served to make me relive the entire thing myself.

  What happened was done.

  We took advantage of a night together. We carved out some of that tension between us. She lived out her fantasy of being in a cabin with me… even if she didn’t get to write any words.

  Not that it was my job to care about her words.

  I looked at the calendar on my desk and put my finger to today’s date. I slid my finger back to the night of the cabin. That required me to move to the previous month to find the exact date.

  My phone rang and I grabbed it.

  “Maya,” I growled.

  “Um… Cole… Mr. Dicklicker is on the phone? I assume that’s your-”

  “Send it through,” I snapped.

  I shut my eyes and cringed.

  When the memory of Maya hit me, I found myself snapping at her.

  I enjoyed women. A lot of women. I loved the way they kissed, looked, and fucked. But I had never mixed sex with someone I worked with. At least not someone as close as Maya.

  A part of me felt like offering her money to go away.

  That would only end up getting me in hot water.

  Over these last several weeks, Mr. Pickle and I were finishing up the biggest deal of my life. His company was going to buy my company. It was going to look good for him and make me insanely richer than I was. Meaning I could not have anything go wrong right now. Meaning May
a was to show up each day and we had to act normal.

  “Cody, what do you want?” I asked.

  “Whoa, whoa, brother,” he said. “You sound tense.”

  “Far from it,” I said. “Just here we are again with the office calls.”

  “Come on,” Cody said. “This is cool. I’m still amazed by my big brother being such a bigwig.”

  “Right. You’re proud of me?”

  “I need a little bit of money.”

  “Why don’t you work here? I can find something for you to do.”

  “No. I’m good. Just send some cash.”

  “How much?”

  “I’m going to tell you and you’re going to get mad. But before that, just know, I’m in hot water.”

  “Legally? Again?”

  “Not quite legally,” he said. “I, uh, I owe a guy some cash.”

  “Okay, I don’t want to hear it,” I said. “Text me a number.”

  I hung up the call.

  I was starting to feel pent up.

  There was a cure for that.

  Drinks with the guys.

  And a woman to distract me for the night.

  “This is a little bit fancy for us,” Jackson said as he looked around. “We’re at a table together.”

  “At least we’re not sitting,” Liam said. “Then it would be really official.”

  “I have to tell you guys something,” I said. “I just have to get something off my chest. I don’t want a big deal made of it.”

  “Are you pregnant?” Jackson asked.

  “What?” I asked.

  Lincoln laughed.

  “I don’t think that’s funny,” I said.

  “Why not?” Liam asked. “You can’t get pregnant.”

  “Yeah, I know,” I said.

  “Damn, Cole, what’s up?” Lincoln asked. “You’re worked up. Bad day at the office?”

  “Something like that,” I said. “I just need to say something.”

  “Then say it,” Jackson said.

  “No bullshit responses,” I said.

  “No way we’re promising that,” Liam said.

  I growled. “Fine. Fuck it. I slept with Maya.”

  The three stared at me.

  “My secretary,” I added.

  “Whoa,” Lincoln said.

  “God. Damn.” That was Liam’s response.