Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  And when her eyes landed on a couple beside us, I was glad we ended up staying.

  “You know, if that wedding ring on her finger wasn’t so big, I’d say they were on the worst first date of their lives,” she said.

  Looking over at the man who was scowling at the menu, I could see the woman was talking the waiter’s ear off.

  “I bet she’s making sure her dinner has no carbs, dairy, or gluten,” she said.

  “What’s there to eat if you can’t have those?” I asked.

  “Cardboard.”

  Stifling a snicker just as the man looked over at us, we managed to avert our gazes just in time. She did that the entire evening—picking out patrons who fit stereotypes she’d conjured in her mind while we washed down our small plates of food with the bottle of wine she’d chosen, having no idea it had cost me upwards of $3,000.

  “I gotta hand it to them, though, that chef can cook. These little portions are astoundingly good.”

  “They really are,” I said.

  “Now, if he could get me a to-go platter—that would really be great.”

  I snickered so hard I started choking on my food, and she slid my water towards me while she egged me on.

  “Don’t let it kill you! We didn’t order the cardboard! Don’t die in here! No one’s lowly enough to know CPR!”

  I coughed up the piece of meat I was choking on and brought my napkin to my face to cover my laughter. I had to get out of here with her before we truly embarrassed ourselves and got thrown out, so I was thankful when the waiter brought over the ticket for me to pay. All I did was hand him my card without even looking at the tab, and that’s when Charlie’s eyebrows hiked up onto her forehead.

  My sixth sense felt another jab coming on.

  “Don’t you dare,” I said.

  “I wasn’t gonna say a thing,” she said. “It would be nice for me to just throw plastic at lowly people and have them do shit for me without a care in the world.”

  “I didn’t throw it at him,” I said, “I handed it to him nicely.”

  “Oh, excuse me. It would be nice for me to daintily hand someone a nice slice of plastic before expecting them to do all the shit for me I wanted,” she said.

  “You’re insane,” I said.

  “And you haven’t stopped me yet,” she said, grinning.

  “Have a good evening, Mr. James,” he said.

  “Thank you for your service,” I said. I left the man a very nice tip for having to put up with us for two hours, but when we got back to the limo, I realized I didn’t really want my time with her to end. I couldn’t have my way with her body, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy her company.

  “Are you warm?” I asked.

  “That wine warmed me up, yes. Why?” she asked.

  “I figured maybe we could walk back to the hotel. It’s only five blocks up.”

  “Oh, a walk in the snow. How romantic. Sure, let’s do it. The last time I walked the streets of Helsinki I’m pretty sure most people thought I was a hooker.”

  I waved the limo off to the hotel and we started walking up the street. The street lamps played upon the snow falling to the ground and it cast a beautiful glow along the city and I watched Charlie get lost in the scenery. Storefronts were peppered with snowflakes and couples were walking hand in hand while trying to get out of the cold, and here we were walking down the street while she enjoyed snow for the very first time.

  She reminded me a lot of myself, honestly. Ambitious. Funny. Witty. Hard working. She knew what her worth was and wasn’t willing to settle for any less. She had all the makings of the shark I needed at my side during summits like this, and I knew Mike and I could use a woman on the team like that. Women didn’t understand the control they had in a boardroom. They complained about sexual harassment and how they needed to toe the line between flaunting their figures and being professional, but a businesswoman understood how to manipulate that aspect of her career.

  Successful businesswomen I’d encountered in my days knew how to dress professionally, but still keep an air of sexiness about them. It disarmed men whenever they walked into a room, and if they threw a little light flirtatious banter into the mix—like Charlie had during her presentation—any woman who wanted to be successful could have any man eating out of the palm of their hands.

  And holy hell, she looked sexy as fuck in those pants she was wearing.

  We walked silently side by side down the sidewalk until we came upon a live band playing in a pub. The music wafted out onto the sidewalk and I saw Charlie’s hips begin to sway deeper to the beat of the drums. Something inside me beckoned to get her into that bar. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet, not since I couldn’t breach the boundary I wanted to maintain with her, so I figured one last drink wouldn’t hurt.

  “Care to venture in and listen to the music?” I asked.

  “Can we do that?” she asked.

  “We can do anything we want,” I said. “We could take in a night cap and listen to the music that obviously has you so entranced.”

  “I’d like that, long as it’s not a lakka,” she said, grinning.

  I chuckled as I ushered her into the bar. The palm of my hand instantly migrated to the small of her back and I could feel her pull away from me. We immediately found our way to a booth with a waitress that was waiting to take our orders, and I got myself another glass of wine while Charlie ordered herself a nice hot Irish coffee.

  “Irish coffee in Finland. Who knew?” she asked.

  “They knew. You didn’t,” I said.

  “Ha, ha, ha,” she said.

  We got our drinks and bobbed our heads to the music, but I saw her pan her gaze back over to me. Her mesmerizing green eyes hooked onto me until I turned my gaze to her, and I knew the moment she drew in a deep breath through her nose she was going to apologize for last night.

  “Look, I know you brushed it off earlier, but I really do want to apologize for my behavior last night. It was incredibly inappropriate, and not at all how I conduct business,” she said.

  “Trust me, last night had no bearing on how I thought you conducted business, and I promise you nothing’s wrong.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked.

  “Positive.”

  The truth was I wanted to fuck her just as badly as she had wanted to fuck me last night, and the idea that she was sorry for something like that pissed me off. No woman had ever been sorry they’d hopped on this dick after it was done, and part of me reared my head deep within my stomach at the prospect that she thought I was a mistake.

  I was Ellison fucking James. No woman that slept with me felt it to be a mistake.

  “Would you like to dance?” I asked.

  “Wait, what?” she asked.

  “Dance with me,” I said. I was honestly surprised I asked her, but there was this deep-seated idea that Charlie actually thought I was a mistake. I took her hand within mine and pulled her close to me by the table, and the moment her tits pressed into my chest I felt something flutter against my sternum. Her wide green eyes danced, searing into mine, searching for signs of something she desperately wanted to be there, and I pressed her deeper into my body just so she understood exactly where I was coming from.

  She was a beautiful woman, and the apology that fell so easily from her lips pissed me off more than it comforted me. I didn’t want her to be sorry. I wanted her to be hooked. I wanted my body to fly across her mind as many times as those tits had appeared on the backs of my eyes. I wanted her to rub out orgasm after orgasm in the shower, just like I had to every single morning. This woman drove me wild, and for days I’d tried to fight her off. I tried to tell myself she was my employee and that I’d written the handbook on what was appropriate when it came to interoffice relationships.

  But her plump lips were calling to me and her curves were molding to my throbbing muscles. My dick pulled towards her pussy, tenting my pants in the middle of that damn pub while she laid her head against my chest. My to
es sizzled with electricity and I could see the goosebumps rising on the back of her neck. Her hair smelled like cinnamon and her body felt like a comforter blanketing me from the harsh winter storm outside.

  I wanted to paint my walls with the color of her femininity.

  The song ended and I stepped away from her before I took her hand and headed out of the bar. I’d come back in the morning and settle up my tab, but for now I wanted to walk her back to her room. I felt myself breaching a line with her that was absolutely unacceptable, even for my standards, and the more she melded into my body the weaker I felt myself becoming to her.

  But, when we got back to her room and she opened her hotel room door with her key, I grabbed her by the waist and twisted her around.

  Then, I crashed my lips down upon hers as my arms wrapped around her back and pulled her close.

  Chapter 8

  Charlie

  I was absolutely shocked at the kiss he pressed against me. My back fell into the open hotel suite door and we stumbled into my room, his thick dick pressing against my hips through his pants. This man was my boss, the man who had literally turned me down last night because of the same exact issue.

  But his body had set me on fire and there was no way I could resist him now.

  We ripped off each other’s clothes and left them in a trail as we moved from the door to the room. When we tumbled into the bed I straddled his hips. His hand grabbed my breast while his lips navigated to my nipple, and my head lolled back in pleasure while my body got swept up in his heat. His rock hard body was shining underneath the winter moon streaming in through my window, and I felt my wetness dripping onto his skin while his tongue circled my puckered nipple.

  He rolled me over and dipped between my legs while I hung halfway off the bed. He moved his lips to my other nipple, pulling and tugging on it as electricity shot through my bones, and the only thing I could do was run my fingers through his deep, dark hair. I wanted him further down, down towards my pussy I could feel dripping down my ass crack.

  His lips were so soft against my stomach. His hands trailed down every curve my body took before he pushed my knees out, exposing me to him while he planted small kisses on the inside of my legs. His tongue was everywhere—in my belly button, along the excess of my thighs, trailing around the dip of my waist. He was painting me in his saliva before he feasted on my pussy, and my hips undulated into him as whimpers fell from my lips.

  Without a sound, his tongue parted my folds. He shoved his long, dexterous tongue deep within me before he slid it up my slit, then he flicked my clit and sent my world spiraling. I propped my heels up on his meaty shoulders while he knelt on his knees, and his tongue pressed deep into my clit as it grew underneath his touch.

  “Holy fuck, L,” I said breathlessly.

  His tongue swirled around my clit before he flicked the tip of it lightly. Sparks popped in my stomach and my toes curled into his skin, sizzling at his every touch while my pussy dripped in lust for his body. His hands grabbed mine away from his hair before he interlocked our fingers, then he pulled my arms and arched my shoulders off the bed as he scooted me closer into his lips.

  He had restricted my movements while his tongue assaulted my pussy, and I felt the breath leave my lungs as that burn started churning behind my hips.

  “Oh, God, L. Yes—please—”

  He hummed into my body before he drew my clit between his lips. His tongue was so attentive, lapping up every edge of my pussy he could find before drinking all I had to give him. His thumbs swirled around the tops of my hands even as he pulled my body into his, and the moment I felt that rubber band pop he dove straight into my pussy without taking another breath.

  My body shook and convulsed for him as he lapped deeply at my clit, shaking my legs before they fell from his shoulders. My pleasure got caught in my throat, battling between screaming his name and moaning in ecstasy. His smooth cheeks were pressed against my thighs as my legs clamped down around him, and when I was finally done trembling in his wake I felt him rest his cheek onto my skin.

  He reared back and massaged my legs, loosening them up after he made them quake with the strokes of his tongue, and I could feel myself dripping onto the side of the bed. He massaged me all the way down to my feet before he kissed me up my leg, and I reached down for his hair, pulling him up to me.

  I crashed my lips into his, reveling in his touch as his hands slid up my sides. I could feel his cock twitching between my legs, large and thick while his pre-cum dripped on the edges of my skin. His body was roaring with life, coursing with a heat that made my own body sweat, and instantly I was addicted to his every touch. Every place he pressed his lips was set on fire, and every time his dick brushed against my skin I felt my toes curl with electricity.

  There was no coming back from this moment, and I didn’t give a shit.

  “Please, L,” I said. “Please let me have you.”

  His eyes hooked with mine, and without a sound he drove his dick into me. My jaw unhinged while my pussy expanded to take him in, my body recoiling in both pain and absolute pleasure as he pressed against that beautiful sweet spot. The grin on his face told me everything I needed to know about how he was feeling, but after—when he brought his lips softly to mine—I could feel the desperation behind his touch.

  He stood up and grabbed my legs, scooting me to the edge of the bed before he lifted the rest of me to him. He pulled all the way out before he slammed back into my body and I felt my tits leap at his assault. Time and time again, he pulled all the way out before plunging back into my depths, and every single time I moaned out to the ceiling.

  Slowly, he picked up his pace. I watched every single rippling muscle on his body expand and contract with each thrust he dealt my body, and every time he sank into me my legs trembled. My tits bounced on my chest and my pussy throbbed around his giant cock, milking him for his pre-cum while his balls smacked against my ass.

  “Holy hell, L. Yes. God, you feel so good. Oh, yes.”

  He dropped down to me, releasing my legs as his planted themselves beside my head. Every part of him was in tune with me and what I wanted from him, and I wrapped my thick legs around him as he slathered his dick in my juices. His balls began splattering my fluids all onto my ass cheeks as I dripped down his cock, and just as his lips captured mine once again I felt that telltale burn begin in my pelvis again.

  “Shit, L. Yes. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck. Please don’t stop,” I said, begging now. My body jumped as he pounded into my hips and my hands slid around his neck as I dug my fingernails into his chiseled back. I hung on for dear life as he panted and grunted into my ear, and before I knew it I was throwing my head back and yelling his name to the ceiling.

  “L! Yes! Oh—holy shit! Fuck! Yes, L! Right there! Right there! Right there!”

  I popped once again because of his body, my pussy throbbing hard around his dick, but this time I felt him bury his face into my neck and groan against my skin.

  My back dropped to the bed just as his dick twitched inside of me, and he pumped me so full of his cum that it began squirting back out onto the bed.

  I laid there, drenched in sweat, and all I could do was smile at the ceiling. Ellison James was so much more of a man than I’d ever thought he would have been in bed. He was strong, quiet, and attentive. He knew how to work that tongue and didn’t rely on just his dick to get the job done.

  But, the moment he dropped down next to me in bed, things got awkward.

  The clouded haze of passion lifted and I realized I was laying naked, next to my boss with his cum dripping out from between my legs. Every single thing I could have possibly said in that very instant swirled through my mind, but what came flying from my lips I’ll never understand.

  “Good thing I’m on the pill, huh?” I asked.

  “I knew you were,” he said.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “Yep,” he said, getting up and putting his clothes on. “I saw you take it just before we
got off the flight.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  All of a sudden, I felt exposed. I watched this powerful man clothe the body that had just pinned me down and wracked me with pleasure, and I wrapped the comforter of the bed around me to shield myself from his gaze.

  “I need to get packing,” he said. “We’ve got an early flight to catch tomorrow. You should probably pack as well.”

  “I’ll get right on that,” I said.

  “You’ll also need to make sure all those forms are faxed over before we leave tomorrow for the States.”

  “I can do that,” I said.

  And just like that, he was gone. I stood there, letting the swirling moment percolate in my mind while I listened to his footsteps recede down the hallway, and for a while I wondered if I’d just fucked things up.

  Even after last night, things hadn’t been this awkward between the two of us, and something told me he was going to think less of me for fucking him.

  I was officially the desperate bitch that fucked her boss. I’d climbed his entire fucking company to get where I was without sucking a single fucking cock, and three days into a financial summit I spread my legs for the owner of the fucking company himself.