by Mia Michelle
The elevator ride to her office seems to drag on forever. Someone manages to make the lift stop at every single, goddamn floor, all the way to my tenth-floor destination. Fucking hell! Aggravated, I check the TAG Heuer watch Kylie gave me for Christmas. When she gave, I knew she couldn’t afford it on her salary, so I secretly paid it off for her when the credit card statement came in the mail. I thought I was doing a good thing, but I managed to rip her pride in my doing so.
We won’t talk about how much begging I had to do in order to get back into her good graces. That’s just it, though. She and I are passionate people who will do anything for those we care about. We fight hard, but we love harder. Love. There it is again, that pesky four-letter word that, all because of her, fills my soul.
When I step off the elevator, she’s the first person I spot. My eyes go from my beautiful girl to the fucker standing over her. I can see his eyes as he looks down her red dress, and it makes my blood boil. Evan Pierce. I hate him as much as I hate stepping in dog shit. When he’d made her his PA three months ago, I wanted to rip his little dick off his body and feed it to him.
Kylie had been so proud of her promotion, but I knew exactly what his motives were. Being his PA meant her working by his side every day, not to mention late nights of brainstorming. He’s been the source of several major fights lately, and even hinted about a possible promotion in LA in the near future. I’d shot the idea down immediately when she’d mentioned it. I support her wanting to grow with the company and her career, but I don’t support the Evan Pierce way.
I make my way to them, not allowing my eyes to leave him. When he places his fucking hand on her shoulder, I see red and rush towards them. My erratic pulse throbs against the skin of my neck. I want to beat the shit out of him. Get your hand off my girl.
Kylie senses me, and looking up, greets me with that fucking gorgeous smile of hers. Even as pissed as I am right now, the sight still makes my heart soar. She’s mine. This beautiful girl is mine.
Evan sees my enraged face, removes his hand from her shoulder, and clears his throat.
“How’s it going there, Nik?”
“Save it, prick. Are you ready to go to lunch, baby?” I ask her before returning my hard glare to Evan. Men know the silent language of when to back the fuck up. In just one look, we can speak a thousand words to one another. Right now, I’m silently warning him of the ass kicking he will be getting soon. Very soon.
“Nik, don’t. Please.” The pleading look on her face pulls at my heart. And for a split second, I’m willing to forget everything for her sake, but then the fucker has to go and speak again, and all bets are off.
“Sweetheart, don’t forget your purse. You left it in my office this morning.”
I blink in astonishment by his audacity.
Did this stupid fucker just call her sweetheart?
Kylie wraps her arm around my forearm in an effort to calm me, but I pull away, startling her in the process. The bag in my hand hits the floor beside me.
“Don’t you ever call her that, again! Do we understand each other, motherfucker?”
“Nik, let’s just go.” She pulls my arm hard.
Evan puffs his chest out and it’s on.
“Is that supposed to scare me?” I laugh. “Bring it! Just give me a reason to be banned from this building. Come on!” I yell, silencing everyone in the office.
“Ms. Reynolds, if you will kindly come to my office when you return, I would appreciate it.”
“You’re such a candy ass. I wouldn’t want you to get blood on that cheap suit there. You know, I’d gladly buy you a real suit if that’s your worry.”
Kylie releases my arm and I feel the immediate break in our energy. I’m stronger with her. Together we are invincible. Turning my head, I watch her run to the elevator, her coworkers all glancing at me. Their whispering pisses me off. If they want something to talk about, I’ll give it to them.
With one forceful move, I push his prick ass back into his office door. The loud thud makes everyone gasp.
“I’ve put up with you for long enough. Maybe you haven’t noticed, but Kylie is mine. M-I-N-E! You keep your fucking eyes off her chest and your goddamn hands off her. Are we clear? Because if not, I have no problem making myself clearer.”
“Whatever! You’re going to be her downfall. She doesn’t stand a chance with you in her life,” he snarls while straightening his clothes.
His words hit harder than I expect. Honestly, he may be right. I may do nothing but destroy her in the end. Either way, I’ll be damn if he makes a move on her again. Grabbing the lingerie bag off the floor, I face him one last time.
“Mine, Pierce. She’s mine, not yours. Last warning.”
My murderous glare quickly erases the arrogant look on his face. One thing’s for sure, he got the message, loud and clear.
Kylie’s running across the busy intersection by the time I make it out the front lobby door.
“Kylie! Stop!”
“Get away from me, Nik!”
The bumper of a shiny black BMW brushes past my hip, just as I make it midway across the traffic. My hand slides across the hood and I meet an angry set of eyes. Angrily, he waves his hands at me while yelling out his window. Shooting him the bird, I maneuver my way through the beeping drivers.
“Kylie! Please!” I yell once more. She stops, dropping her shoulders and collapsing on the park bench beside her. In a blink, I’m kneeling beside her and holding her delicate, soft hand in mine.
“You promised me. You promised, Nik.”
“Baby, I’m sorry, but you know how he pushes my buttons. I can’t stand it when he puts his hands on you.”
“I can handle him. I don’t need you to rescue me. He’s probably going to fire me now, anyways.”
“So? Good.”
“Good? Are you crazy?”
“Yep, crazy. Crazy for you, baby.” I smile, batting my eyes at her and giving her my pitiful look.
“Stop it! I’m supposed to be mad at you and you’re not making it easy,” she says, playfully pushing me back. I’m not prepared for the sudden movement and landing on my ass.
Her hypnotic laugh soothes me in a way unlike anything I’ve ever known. God, how I love her. Why can’t I just tell her that? Fuck!
Catching her off guard, I lunge and pull her down to me. She slaps my chest, but I pull her close and crush my lips to hers. And just like every time before, forgiveness for my stupidity is granted. Hesitantly, I break away and cradle her face in my hand. I see the bag on the ground behind her and I smile.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I got you something.” Reaching for the bag, I watch a sexy smile come across her face when she sees where it’s from.
She makes a grab for the bag, but I pull it back to tease her.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I laugh and give her the bag. I study her face as she lifts the package wrapped in bright pink tissue paper. Desire fills her eyes. Raising one eyebrow at me, she smirks. I know exactly what she’s thinking. She wraps her hands around my neck and I breathe her in.
“How about we take lunch to my office?” I whisper against her neck and she nods. I’d gladly take her here and now in front of everyone, but somehow I think there are laws against that.
“What do you want to grab to eat?”
“You,” she replies, sending my cock to full attention. Helping her up, I pull her towards the taxi at the curb and open the door.
“426 Sixth Street,” I order the cab driver, while shoving her against the seat. Giggling, she slaps me on the back as I feast on her neck.
“It’s only seven blocks. We could have just walked.”
“Baby, as hard as I am, there’s no way I can walk that far.” My hand reaches underneath her dress just as the cab reaches our destination.
“Keep the change.” Throwing him a hundred, I scoop her in my arms and carry her into the building. We’ve got a limited amount of time and I plan on making every second of it cou
nt.
“That’s right, Baby. Give me that sweet ass!” I order as I dig my fingernails into her flawless skin.
“Oh God, Nik! Yes! Harder!”
Slap! Slap!
“Oh, fuck yes, Baby. Your tight, wet pussy is greedy tonight, huh?”
It’s been six months now and her pussy still feels like fucking heaven. She fucks so goddamn good that I can’t stay out of her. Every time her sweet ass comes near me, I want in it. Every time I see her gorgeous mouth, I want it on my cock. Every time I smell her, I have to have a taste of that sweet, delicious pussy. This girl has me hooked, no doubt. Regardless of what she thinks, I’ve never even looked at another girl since she walked into my life. Why would I?
She’s fucking unbelievably gorgeous, with a killer body, long, perfectly toned legs, and a pussy that is beyond addictive. The thing is, that’s not what draws me to her. It’s much more than that.
From the moment I met her, she’s had this aura about her. She commands your attention and she damn well captivates every man with her charm. I swear the girl has me sometimes panting from it. It’s true. I’ve gone from a wild bachelor to settling for just one girl. She’s mine and I’m hers… in every way possible.
“Harder, Nik! Fuck me harder!” she demands.
The little minx can never get enough of my long cock. It’s fine though, I love giving it to her. Grabbing a fistful of her long dark hair, I yank her back to me, forcing my dick in her deep.
She moans and begins rocking those sweet hips in perfect sync with me. Glancing down, I study the way my cock looks as it glides in and out of her, coated with her pussy juices, her folds clinging to me and squeezing my dick even harder.
“Fuck! Fuck! I’m not going to last.”
“Oh Nik! Yes!” The climax has her pussy clamping down on me. That’s all it takes.
“I’m going to fill that pussy up!” I grit out through my teeth.
An overwhelming sensation overtakes me and with two hard thrusts, I explode inside of her. Cum shoots out in large spurts while I ride out my intense release. Damn! Even though we did it last night and again this morning, I still shot a huge load in her.
Leaning down, I place a gentle kiss on her back, just above her butterfly tattoo. Goddamn, how I love it when she makes those wings move when I fuck her from behind. She turns around and places her arms around my neck, planting one hell of a kiss on me. When she pulls away, she takes my bottom lip between her teeth, gently biting down on it. Growling, I pull her closer into me closer and push us backwards onto my desk.
She laughs hysterically when I begin tickling her. I’m relentless when it comes to making her squeal. There is nothing more that I love to hear than her laugh. My heart tugs in my chest. I love this woman. Every single part of me loves her, but I just can’t say the words. I’m terrified that the minute I do, she’s going to run. Leave me alone. I can’t even fathom life without her.
Those gorgeous eyes lock with mine, studying my face intently. On the outside, she’s the ideal woman, but on the inside, she’s even more goddamn perfect. First of all, this girl is so bloody brilliant. The things she comes up with in marketing would blow your mind. She’s developed concepts for my restaurant business that have virtually left my clients in awe. Kylie Reynolds has a heart of pure gold, but that heart’s been broken too many times to ever fully be mine. Maybe that’s for the best anyways.
Brushing her hair away from her face, I watch as worry replaces her smile.
“Hey, you okay?” she asks, her voice growing concerned. All I can do is smile at her.
Nothing is wrong. Everything is perfect. Too perfect.
“Everything’s fine, baby. I was just thinking you were going to be late getting back from your lunch break.”
“I’ve still got plenty of time. Are you sure you’re all right?”
“Positive.” I lean down to place a gentle kiss on her plump lips.
“Mmmm. Now if you keep that up, I might just be late.”
“My little vixen.” Pulling her up off my desk, I swat her naked ass as she rushes to pick up her clothes from the floor. As I buckle my pants, my cock presses against my zipper when she bends over right in front of me to grab her jacket.
When she stands, she looks at me over her shoulder. She knows exactly what she’s doing and I’m going to make her pay for it later when she gets off work.
Grabbing her by the waist, I pull her tight against my body. I want her to feel how damn hard she’s leaving me. “So… I’ll see you tonight, right?” My question is more like a sad plea. We’ve been pretty much inseparable since I moved back here to Austin. She doesn’t know it yet, but tonight I’m going to ask her to move in with me.
“Well, that all depends,” she replies as she pats her lips.
“Oh, really? Is that so?” I begin kissing her neck. I know that, once I get to the area right under her ear, she’ll melt into me. There isn’t one part of her body that I don’t know like the back of my hand.
“I’ll be there,” she manages to speak through her moan.
Those noises. God, she has no idea what they do to me. Giving me one last kiss, she rewards me with a smile and grabs her purse off the nearby chaise lounge.
“Bye, lover.” She winks and blows me a kiss.
And as I watch her close the door, I feel my heart tug once more. Two seconds of her absence have me debating on running after her.
Yes, there’s no denying it. I’m madly in love with Kylie Reynolds.
KYLIE
While I wait for the elevator door to open, I fasten the buttons I missed earlier. I’m cutting it close, but I’ve managed to make it back from my lunch break in under an hour. On the way to my desk, I notice the Out to Lunch sign on Evan’s door. Relieved, I turn and walk into my small office. It’s not much, but I’m happy with it. After all, I’d much rather be in here than crammed in a cubicle outside on the floor. Regardless of what anyone thinks, I’ve worked hard to get here. Anyone who thinks I’ve slept my way to this position can kiss my ass.
For the next couple of hours, I finalize marketing reports for clients. Sweat beads on my forehead. Maybe the thermostat is broken again or something. Either way, I’m burning the fuck up in here. Turning up my water bottle, I gulp down the cold liquid. When it hits and nausea rolls in my empty stomach, I regret drinking it.
Evan sticks his head in to remind me to come to his office. Shit! I know what he’s going to ask before he even opens his mouth. I’ve managed to avoid this conversation for a while now.
“Have you given any thought to the LA offer?”
“Yes, sir. I’m just trying to decide what to do.”
“This is a very good opportunity. It’s only for a couple of months, but it can open up some huge doors for you.”
My boss, Evan Pierce, isn’t telling me anything I don’t already know. Since I received an offer to fill in at LA on a project, I’ve been conflicted. Things are going so good with Nik. He’s even moved all the way back to Austin from LA, just to be with me. When I mentioned the job opportunity, he immediately shot the idea down. Sometimes, wanting things to work means making sacrifices. My giving up this opportunity to stay here with him may be what I’m supposed to do. Either way, this whole thing has my head pounding and stomach churning. I really don’t know what’s going on with me. Perhaps it’s all this worry and stress.
“I’ll be giving you a decision by the end of the week, I promise. Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Pierce,” I say, exiting his office. My stomach churns again and I duck into the closest ladies’ room.
“Ms. Reynolds? Are you feeling all right?” Evan asks when he sees me stagger out of the ladies’ room. The concern on his young, handsome face is evident.
Honestly, I’m not feeling so hot. Ever since I came back after lunch, I’ve been lightheaded. I thought it must have been since I’d skipped lunch to fuck Nikolas, but even after grabbing a protein bar and smoothie from the vendor on the corner, I feel like hell.
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nbsp; “Er… Yes, sir. I think I just ate something that didn’t agree with me.”
“Perhaps you should go home and lie down. You look awfully pale.”
Gee, thanks, dude. I guess that’s a polite way of saying, “You look like complete shit, Ms. Reynolds.”
“I think you’re right. I’m sure I’ll be better if I can sleep whatever this is off.”
Another round of nausea hits and sends me turning back into the ladies’ room. Karen from down the hall comes in just as I’m splashing water on my face.
“Oh, honey. You look awful!”
Finally! An honest fucking opinion. Bravo for Karen from accounting for keeping it real. Propping my hands on the side of the counter, I brace myself up. Right now, I don’t know that I won’t have to puke again in just a second. Karen reaches over, grabs a towel, and soaks it in the sink.
“Thanks.” I place the cool cloth on my head.
“You know, it’s none of my business, but I know that look all too well.”
“What look?” I reply, confused by her statement.
“Pregnant.”
Pregnant? The word echoes in my ears. Oh dear God! I can’t be. No, that’s ridiculous. I’m just tired and overly emotional here lately. A little nausea doesn’t prove anything.
“Oh no, I’m not pregnant. I’m on the pill.”
We won’t talk about how many of those pills I’ve missed these past few months from staying over at Nik’s house.
“Yeah, well, I’ve got three kids, honey. All three times, I got knocked up while on the pill. Don’t hold too much faith in those statistics. There are those percentages for effectiveness for a reason you know.”
“No, I’m sure it’s just something I ate. I’ll be fine.”
“If you say so.” Patting me on the back, she retreats into the bathroom stall.
The longer I stand there looking at myself in the mirror, the more fear runs over me. I can’t be pregnant. I just can’t be.
After work, I’d stopped by the corner pharmacy and purchased an EPT test. Holding in my pee, I took the damn thing when I got home, but ended up passing out on the couch for the rest of the afternoon. In a panic, I woke up about twenty minutes ago. I know I don’t have much time before Nik will be knocking on my door. I rush into the bathroom to see what the test results are.