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by Juliana Conners

  I can’t get the thought of this morning’s hot sex off my mind. I love to fuck Erin without a condom and see my cum inside her. I’ve been thinking I need to put a baby in her, just like Garrett did Carolina. Why should he get to have all the fun?

  But first, I know I need to marry her or her parents will never forgive me. It’s not that I don’t want to marry her, because I do; it’s just that they’re a lot more old fashioned about this stuff than I am. And they’ve been remarkably understanding about our whole situation, so the least I can do is follow the order of things in the way that they’d prefer. Plus, it will probably be awhile until we can have a baby, since Erin wants to go to college.

  When I get to work, all the partners are once again seated in our meeting room. Ron actually called this meeting, so it’s the perfect opportunity for me to tell them all about Erin and me. Garrett is the last to arrive. He always looks like he’s lost in his own world these days, undoubtedly thinking about how he’s about to become a father. Once we’re all seated, Ron bolts out of his seat and goes to the front of the room to make his announcement.

  “As you all know, we’re in an image crisis currently. And anything that threatens our image needs to be squashed immediately. First, Garrett went and knocked up his assistant, but at least that situation is being handled now. We need to protect this firm we built together—”

  “Can you get to the point, Ron,” Asher says, chiding his best friend since childhood. “All of us have a lot of work to do. There’s no use protecting a firm that isn’t making money due to all of its named partners sitting around talking about protecting the firm.”

  “Of course, of course. I’ve called you all here today to tell you about my deep suspicions that Jim has been sleeping with one of our employees, nineteen year old Erin Richardson. As you all probably remember, Erin quit earlier this year, but since then she’s back and I’m not sure if she’s blackmailing him or he’s made sleeping with him a condition of her employment, but either one would be very bad and I have noticed how much time they spend together in his office. Now if this were to get out, it would look very bad.”

  It takes him a minute to realize that Asher and I are chuckling.

  “What?” he demands. “What is so fucking funny? I thought we had all agreed to work on our firm’s image problem but I bring up this serious issue and you guys are laughing?”

  “Well, for your information Ron, Erin and I are in a serious relationship. In fact, we live together, and I’ve just proposed.”

  “Woah, buddy!” Asher exclaims, giving me a high five. “Congratulations. I did not know about that development.”

  “It just happened this morning,” I tell him.

  “What?” Ron demands. “You knew, and didn’t tell me?”

  “Oh, come on, Ron,” Asher says. “It wasn’t my secret to tell. I think that Jameson did a great job of hiding it, compared to how it was for you and me. I think you should be giving him kudos for keeping it under wraps until it was stable enough to announce to everyone. And, really, our image problem isn’t much of a problem, if all of us are happily coupled.”

  Ron shakes his head at first, but he seems unable to stop himself from smiling.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  He clears his throat, looking a bit sheepish.

  “I forgot how it was for us at first. I’m glad that you found something similar, Jim. And that it didn’t hurt the firm’s reputation.”

  “There you go,” Garrett says, slowly clapping. “The best friends all made up. Now we can get back to work.”

  “That we can,” I say, standing up. Even though I know that Garrett is only anxious to get back to seeing Carolina. I know the feeling. “If we’re done here, I’d like to go see my bride.”

  They all stand up and come over to me. Ron gives me a pat on the back and I get a handshake from Garrett.

  I can’t help but hurry down the hall. I head down to my office and find Erin sitting on my desk. A huge smile breaks across her face as I enter and I know things went well for her too. I close the door behind me and she jumps down once I reach her.

  “It would seem we were both successful in our goal to deliver our good news.”

  She wraps her hands around my neck and we share a kiss.

  We break apart and she takes my hand and leads me to my chair.

  “Why don’t you sit down?”

  She says it suggestively and I wonder what she has in mind. I take my seat. Erin kneels in front of me, her body slightly under my desk. She unzips my pants and takes my cock out.

  “And what are you doing?”

  “Well, I always love to taste you and now seems like the perfect time.”

  “As good as any time,” I tell her.

  And before I can say anything more, she wraps her mouth around the head of my penis and, my God, it feels glorious. I’m not going to lie, this is one of my favorite things that she does. She sucks on my big cock and I have to grip the edge of my chair to keep from losing control. She licks up my shaft, when there is a knock at the door. She stills and I can hear a feminine voice on the other side.

  “Jim!” It’s Katie, who opens the door without waiting for a reply. Erin is hiding under my desk. The thrill of almost getting caught is quite exhilarating, even if she and I are official now. “I just wanted to tell you I heard the good news, and I’m glad you took my advice.”

  I glance down at Erin and see she has a mischievous look on her face. This might not end well. She takes her thumb and starts to rub my tip with it. My hands grip my seat tighter.

  “Thank you, Katie, I appreciate your advice.”

  I can barely concentrate on talking right now. Erin has begun to play with my balls and I’m afraid I’m going to come right then and there.

  “No worries, no worries. I just wanted to say congrats!”

  I just need her to leave. I’m about to explode.

  “Thanks, Katie.”

  Now, please go.

  “You’re welcome, Jim. Any time. I’m very happy for you and Erin.”

  I just look at her until she finally takes the hint and leaves my office. Once he’s gone, I grab the back of Erin’s head and turn it up towards me.

  “And what were you doing?”

  Trying to get us caught, no doubt.

  “I was having fun…” I let go of her hair and she puts her lips back on my cock and brings it back and forth in her mouth. Her tongue swirls on my tip and I can feel that I’m on the edge.

  “Dear God, Erin. I’m going to come.” She moves her mouth faster and I think she intends to swallow. My semen pours out of me and into her mouth and she sucks me dry, swallowing every last drop.

  “Fuck!” I exclaim. It feels so good when she sucks me off like that.

  When I’m done, she places my cock back in my pants and zips me up. Then she stands up and gives me kiss, so I can taste myself in her mouth.

  “Am I still good?” she asks.

  “You were amazing.” She smiles and sits in my lap. “Why don’t I take you home, so we can have a little more fun.”

  She nods and we leave the office. Everything has fallen into place and I couldn’t be happier.

  “I guess I am that lucky,” Erin mumbles.

  “What?” She turns to me with a tiny smile.

  “It’s just, I feel like everything is going well.”

  I take her hand and give it a squeeze. Life is good indeed.

  “Where do you think we should get married?” she asks me.

  I shrug, and think about the church we’ve been going to. It’s a new-fangled liberal one, with no Pastor Nichols in sight, thank goodness. In fact, it has a female pastor—Jan Tarrington, who talks about how even though human beings are imperfect, God loves us and makes us whole. It’s kind of nice, doing wholesome things like attending church with Erin and her parents… even though it’s even better to get down and dirty with her later on.

  “I don’t know,” I tell her. “But I think as long
as Pastor Jan is officiating instead of Pastor Nichols, we’ll be off to a good start.”

  “Agreed.”

  She laughs that sweet, innocent yet hearty laughter that I love, the one that blends with mine so well.

  “I love you, Erin Richardson.”

  “I love you too, Jameson. And by the way, make that soon to be Erin Reed.”

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  Unwrap Me, Boss: A Bad Boy Christmas Office Romance

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  Chapter 1

  Grace

  The church of St. Benedict’s is the largest church I’ve ever stepped foot in. The pillars tower above my head as I enter through the large wooden doors. The stained-glass window panes illuminate the morning light and the tears of the patron saints. No matter how many times I walk down the aisles, past the numerous pews, behind the family that has so graciously taken me in, I always so do with my eyes glued to my feet. The feeling of not truly belonging in these hallowed halls fills me up every Sunday.

  This Sunday is no different, except that the church has been decorated for Christmas. It’s not even Thanksgiving yet, but each year this seems to happen earlier. Wreaths hang by bows on the beautifully decorated windows, while garlands line the rectory and pews. What looks like hundreds of carnations fill the stairs leading to the pulpit, and a large Christmas tree full of candles glistens in the furthest corner, large and towering enough that even those seated in the back rows can admire it.

  Although I always feel out of place here, I can’t help but love the way it looks at Christmas. The church never fails to go all out in its decorations, and a festive spirit lingers in the air despite the solemnness of the religion practiced within these walls. Lovely Christmas hymns are being played on the large organ as congregants drift in.

  I sit down beside my foster father, Andrew, with my foster mother, Colleen on his other side. Soon afterwards the pastor takes his place behind the pulpit, looking out at the congregation.

  “My brothers and sisters,” he begins. “Welcome. As we enter into the Christmas season, let us be ever mindful of the spirit of family and love that bind us together.”

  Again, I find my gaze aiming towards the floor, feeling a bit uncomfortable at the mention of “family.” Andrew, my foster father, gently taps my shoulder and gestures for me to look back up at the pastor, who is supposed command our respectful attention at all times while we were in the Lord’s house.

  Obediently, I stare up towards the podium and meet the pastor’s gaze. He smiles and nods his head at me, beckoning me towards his every word. I look over at my foster parents, their eyes straight ahead and their backs straight. I take a deep breath and adopt the same posture they have, waiting for the pastor’s words to envelope me as I know they are supposed to do while I’m here. But my thoughts wander elsewhere.

  My mother would never have been caught dead in a church. I can only assume, that even in death, she would have gone elsewhere if she had any choice in the matter—but she didn’t, because she had a church funeral provided by a local charity. Poor people like the kind I come from don’t get much say in these matters.

  Her priorities weren’t the church, weren’t God, or even me. They were only hyper-focused on one thing. Her next score. All she thought about was adding track after track to her once beautiful arms, the veins no longer able to help her get that feeling of relief she so desperately sought after. The night that Social Services came for me, I found her lying in a pool of her own vomit, mere moments away from her final pain-relieving overdose. It wasn’t her first one, but it ended up being her last.

  At first, I was grief-stricken but felt a strange and unexpected sense of relief. I was placed with my first foster family and naively believed that things would be different. That things would suddenly start looking up. But I had never been so wrong.

  My first foster father was a drunk and every evening he would come home and the screaming would start. Plates would smash and bruises would form on the arms and faces of every foster child in that house, including my own—and there were many of us. Every night I would sit in my bedroom, sheets pulled tightly up to my ears as I prayed to be saved from this house that was even worse than the one I had lived in with my mother. At least there, the worst thing that happened to me was the hunger of another day without food, or the lonely feeling of neglect. At least there, I wasn’t abused and beaten.

  After several weeks of fearing for my safely, I finally got up the courage and left. For, I knew, one of these days, that no matter how drunk and off balance my first foster father would become, he’d still be able to overpower me with his fists. It wasn’t something I wanted to put up with any longer.

  I was found again by social services and chided for running away, before being placed with another family that wasn’t much better. Time and time I ran away again, escaping one cruel fate to be placed in the same type of environment all over again. It was if my life was cursed and I could never escape.

  I was only 16 when I found myself on the streets, wandering and begging for food and shelter. Social services had stopped caring what happened to me, since I was viewed as a trouble making runaway and they had more dire situations to attend to, with younger children who might still be able to find a permanent home.

  One night, I found myself at a local church and was introduced to Pastor John. He told me in very clear terms that I deserved better than the life I had been given. At that time, I didn’t truly believe him. I was a young girl who had nothing and no one to lean on. It made me a hardened shell of the person I had dreamed of becoming when I was a child, before my mother started loving her heroine and her drug dealer more than she loved me. And even though I didn’t find myself a believer in God, the church still took me in. They helped me where I was unable to help myself. And three years later, I’m still here.

  Andrew and Colleen are the new foster parents I was placed with once I arrived here, as they were members of the church who happened to have just gone through foster parent training with the state, since they were unable to have children of their own and were looking to adopt. They didn’t have a sixteen year old child in mind, I don’t think. More like a cute little infant. But they took me in any way.

  They are the kindest people I have ever met in my short life. In the past few years, I have spent feeling more love than I could have ever imagined. They graciously pay my rent and my bills and give me everything I could have asked for. And then some. All they ask in return is that I come to church and follow their religion and do what they ask.

  Soon, they will no longer have to help me with these things. I applied for a new job as an assistant at a law firm and to my surprise, since I have no applicable experience and only managed to barely graduate from high school thanks to Colleen home schooling me, I was offered the position. My new job will give them back everything they’ve given me financially. And then perhaps I can think about starting a life on my own.

  Andrew and Colleen weren’t happy about my new job prospect. I suppose that didn’t really surprise me, since they prefer to shelter me. Still, I hope they soon get used to idea of it, since I can’t exactly live with them forever, even if I wanted to—which, I don’t. I appreciate all they’ve done for me but I’m anxious to make my way into the world as a responsible adult rather than as a delinquent teenage repeat runaway.

  There’s still so much I need to experience about life. I’ve never even had a boyfriend. I’ve never been kissed, let alone fucked.

  Suddenly, I feel my panties dampen at the same time that I can literally feel my cheeks redden with heat. I can’t believe I just thought the word “fuck” in chur
ch. I’m going straight to hell—if there is one. But still, it’s only natural to think of such things that I haven’t had time to experience due to trying to just survive, before being taken in by kind strangers who require my utmost obedience and devotion to their religion that forbids sex before marriage.

  I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like to have a man’s hands on my body. My breasts. My tingling, aching pussy.

  As if sensing I’m even thinking of impure things I’m not supposed to, Andrew taps my hand and nods his head towards Pastor John again. I smile at him, hoping he doesn’t notice that I was wiggling in my seat a little. He curves his eyebrows at me, as if suspicious.

  But when I look back at Pastor John, I realize he’s about to conclude the prayer that signifies the end of his sermon. Realizing that we were supposed to be praying, Andrew finally looks away from me, bowing his head and closing his eyes.

  Whew. Saved by the end of the church service. I have no idea what I was thinking, sitting here fantasizing about forbidden things, in the middle of the Sunday sermon. I suppose with the prospects of starting a new job, I’ve been filled with a little bit of curiosity and naughtiness. And perhaps it’s the Christmas season, bringing out the adventurous side of me.

  “…And by the grace of God, may we find our strength to avoid temptation,” Pastor John says, concluding his prayer. I look up at him and hope beyond hope that in my case his prayer ends up turning into reality.

  Chapter 2

  Grace

  After church that evening, I stand and greet the other patrons alongside Andrew and Colleen. We give each other our thanks and prayers for the days ahead and wish each other a happy Christmas season.

  Andrew knows that I don’t particularly enjoy spending time in large crowds, and he gives me a nod letting me know it’s okay to leave. I say goodbye to my foster family and head towards the only house that I’ve ever felt brave enough to call home.