“I promise to make it up to you.” His dark eyes twinkled with humor. “With as many orgasms as you want.”
“I’m so fucked,” I whispered.
“You’re going to be.”
I made a mental note to stock up on condoms since we wouldn’t know if I was pregnant for a couple more weeks. At the pace we were going, if he hadn’t already knocked me up, he could do it a million times over before then.
Chapter 6
Sleeping without Calista had been fucking torture, and I refused to do it again. Considering her determination to be strictly professional at work, I was pretty sure I could convince her that I had the solution to both. I kissed her again, enjoying the feel of her incredible body as she melted into me. My hands traveled down to grip her ass, and I jerked her forward so there was no room between us.
When we finally came up for air, I was panting and hard as a rock. Fiery desire licked at my body, and the matching look in her eyes broke me. Kissing her again, I backed her up until she was caged between me and my desk. I grasped her waist and hoisted her onto the tabletop before sliding my hands down to her knees and opening her wide, so I could step in between. I loved how tall she was, her body fitting so perfectly with mine. I broke the kiss as my fingers danced up her blouse, making quick work of the buttons until I was able to part the fabric and marvel over the most perfect tits I’d ever seen.
Her chest was rising and falling with her rapid breaths, and it made them bounce seductively. Hooking my index fingers over the rim of the lacy, red cups, I tugged them down, revealing her rosy, peaked nipples. My mouth watered at the sight of the tight little buds.
“Xander. We can’t—” Her protest turned into a moan when I wrapped my lips around one nipple and sucked in hard. Fuck, she tasted good, her honey skin almost as potent as her delicious pussy.
“I fucking love your tits, Calista,” I mumbled as I let one go, only to move over to the other.
I was so fucking hard I was sure my cock would burst through the crotch of my thousand-dollar suit pants at any moment. Letting her nipple go with a pop, I groaned. “Need to be inside you, baby.” Slamming my mouth down on hers again, I unbuttoned her pants and shoved a hand down, pulling aside her underwear and sinking one long finger inside her. “So fucking wet.”
She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, fingertips digging into the muscle. I retracted my digit and brought it to my mouth, sucking it clean. It made me desperate to feel her slick walls clamping down on my cock. I practically attacked her pants, growling in frustration as I realized what a pain in the ass it was to get them off. “Skirts from now on, baby,” I grunted. “Nothing but skirts. I need easy access to my woman’s pussy. Underwear is optional.” The thought of all those drooling idiots who worked for me getting a glimpse of what was mine had me rethinking. “Forget that. Underwear at all times unless we’re at home.”
I managed to get her pants and panties down her legs to puddle on the floor. She’d already undone my belt and freed my cock. I pushed her hands away after she stroked it once and her mouth turned down in a pout, her espresso eyes dulling with hurt. “If you keep touching me, I’m going to blow in your hand, and I want to be inside you when I come,” I explained roughly. A sexy little smile graced her lips, and I guided her arms to hook around my neck, sighing when she plunged her hands into my hair.
Positioning myself just right, I grabbed her ass and jerked her forward as I thrust in balls deep. We both cried out, and I quickly fused our mouths together so our sounds of passion were swallowed up in each other.
Slowly, I pulled almost all the way out and pushed back in. Damn, she felt so good, her juices coating my cock so I slid in easily before her walls tightened around me, refusing to let me go. A few more slow pumps and Calista became impatient. “Harder,” she demanded softly, her muscles squeezing even more. Her fingers clenched and tugged at the strands of my hair, the sparks of pleasure-pain shooting straight to the tip of my shaft.
I began to pound into her, fast, hard, and so, so deep.
“Xander! Oh yes!” Once again, I silenced her with my mouth, my tongue playing with hers, her taste an explosion of sweet honey and woman. With one hand on her ass, I kept her firmly against me, using the other to twist and pluck at her nipples. I waited until she was shaking with need before finding the hard little button between the lips of her pussy and pressing on it, causing her to scream into my mouth as she fell apart.
Putting both hands back on her sexy ass, I yanked her forward as I slammed inside, my hips pumping with wild abandon until the tingling in my spine became a rush of fire. On the next thrust, I bottomed out, shouting as my orgasm erupted and I filled her with spurt after spurt of come.
Calista’s hand had slapped over my mouth, but I was sure it had been too late, and I didn’t fucking care one bit. I didn’t like the idea of anyone hearing my girl’s sweet sounds, but I had no problem letting them know I was fucking her, marking her as mine.
“Damn it!” Calista cursed, pushing at my chest until I grudgingly moved back. She snatched up her discarded clothes and raced to the bathroom. With a sigh, I followed at a more sedate pace, taking over the task of cleaning her up when I entered. I did the same for myself and tucked my semi-hard dick back into my pants.
“We can’t do that kind of thing here!” she hissed. “And, no more sex until we’ve got some fucking condoms.”
I ignored the condom remark. I’d pumped her so full of my come the last two days; I was sure she was pregnant. And, I had no plans to stop trying. I latched onto her former comment. “About that,” I drawled. “I have a proposition for you.”
She finished dressing and finger-combing her hair before she turned around and crossed her arms under her breasts, leaning back on the counter and raising an eyebrow.
“I meant it when I said I wouldn’t sleep without you again.” Her eyes narrowed, but she made no other outward response to my statement. “Your desire to keep our relationship professional at work is understandable. However, I don’t see that happening if I don’t have all of the other hours of the day to sate my craving for you. There’s no guarantee that will work either, but it gives you a slightly higher chance of success.”
“And, the proposal?” she prompted sassily.
I grinned at how fucking adorable the badass chick could be. “You move in with me, and I’ll try to keep our relationship platonic at the office.”
Calista threw her head back and laughed but stopped when she saw what I was sure was a stubborn expression on my face. “You’re serious?”
I stalked toward her, backing her into the counter and pressing my, once again, fully erect cock against her. “Does it feel like I’m joking, baby?” I growled.
Her eyes heated and her hips bucked so minutely, I almost missed it. She wanted to say yes. Using my mouth and tongue, I attempted to persuade her further.
Tearing her lips from mine, she took a deep breath and stared into my eyes. “I’ll think about it.”
I shrugged. “You’ve got until the end of the workday to decide,” I informed her as I ushered her back into my office. “But, one way or another, you’ll be permanently living under our roof, in our bed by tonight.”
Her jaw dropped. “What exactly am I deciding on if you’re giving me no choice?” she snapped.
“Of course you have a choice, baby.” I took her hand and led her to the door, opening it slowly. “You can decide whether to do this the hard way or the easy way.”
She glared at me, but a corner of her mouth was quirking up, making me grin because I knew I’d won.
“I’ve got a lunch and meetings the rest of the day, so I won’t see you until tonight. I’ll meet you at home by six. Jessa will get you the address.”
She rolled her eyes and turned around to walk away, jumping a little when I gave her a firm smack on her perfect ass.
“It can’t get back to the studio that I’m in danger, Xander.”
I looked up from the file I was re
ading to study the new client in my office. He was a blonde, blue-eyed, boy next door type. Ewan McKendry was extremely fit and obnoxiously pretty. Which was a huge part of what made him a successful movie star. He was a decent actor, too.
“They’ll put me in fucking lockup until my contract is done. Or, they’ll stick me with the same fucking idiots they sent last time. I need someone who can protect me and do it under the radar.”
“No problem,” I assured him. “I think Quinn would be a great option.”
Ewan shook his head. “No, I want a female.”
I only had a handful of women working for me. I’d need to go through their files and find a match. “Okay, I’ll find the right—”
“I already found her,” Ewan interrupted. “I’m a client of Rhys Campbell, and he mentioned that you just hired a female security specialist who is one of the best in the business. I guess he talked to some woman he knows who used to be CIA? It’s a perfect situation because she can pose as my girlfriend.”
Rhys was a fucking dead man. And, Evie had just earned herself a prominent position on my shit list for a while, too.
“I’ll have to check her availabil—” I started, but he cut me off again.
“We ran into each other in the hallway, and she said her schedule was free. So, set it up, okay?” He stood and reached across the desk to shake my hand, clearly done with the discussion.
My jaw clenched, and I ground my teeth together as I shook his hand. “I’ll take care of it.”
Ewan nodded and flashed his multimillion dollar smile, which only made me want to kick his ass, before walking out the door.
I followed his path and stepped into the waiting area, scowling at Jessa. I would have felt sorry for the fact that she’d been in the path of my wrath later, but at that moment, I didn’t give a fuck about anything but ripping my friend a new asshole.
“Get me Rhys Campbell on the phone.” An evil smile curved my lips. “No, better yet, get his wife on the phone.”
Chapter 7
"I hear your first client is a movie star."
I yanked the phone away from my ear for a moment to make sure it really was Evie calling. Yeah, it was her. “How in the hell did you hear about that already? I haven’t even gotten the official word from Xander yet that he’s going to put me on the case.”
“Oh, the client is definitely yours, but I wouldn’t say you’ve been assigned to it—more like Mr. Hollywood insisted you take it.”
“Seriously, did you bug the place or something?” I glanced around the office Jessa had shown me to earlier that morning. Knowing Evie, I wouldn’t put it past her, especially since her husband felt bad about my shooting since he was my superior at the time.
“Nah,” she laughed. “You apparently made one hell of an impression on Xander. He called to let me know how pissed off he was that I mentioned you when I talked to Rhys Campbell, the financial guy I told you about.”
I dropped my head down onto the desk and banged it a couple of times for good measure. In the span of one day, Xander had gone from being not-so-subtle around the office by kissing me in front of his other employees to being completely obvious by calling to yell at people because I was going to be protecting a Hollywood heartthrob. At the rate he was going, he’d be hiring a skywriter to announce our relationship to the whole city tomorrow. “He did what?”
“You heard me. Mr. Hollywood uses Rhys as his financial guy, too, and that’s how he got the recommendation for Gray Security. Xander is beyond pissed that the guy knew about you and pretty much demanded you provide his personal protection—while posing as his girlfriend.”
“Fuck,” I groaned. That had to have gone over like a lead balloon with Xander. “Ewan didn’t mention the girlfriend idea or how he knew Rhys when I bumped into him in the hallway while he was on his way to his meeting with Xander.”
“Luckily for me, most of his anger was directed towards Rhys. They’ve known each other forever, and they don’t hold back any punches when they’re fighting. All I got was a growly phone call, but Rhys got a call to his wife that’s bound to put him in the doghouse for a little bit.”
“Sounds like I’d better hold off on transferring my accounts over for Rhys to manage,” I grumbled. Handing over my life savings to a guy who wasn’t getting any from his wife in part because of me didn’t sound like a smart move on my part.
“Nah, he might fool most people with the suits he wears, but he’s just as much of a macho caveman as Alex… and Xander when it comes to you apparently,” she trailed off, her voice turning up questioningly at the end.
“Yeah, about that,” I sighed. “A funny thing happened after I got off the phone with you the other night. Xander was at the bar down the street from my hotel, and I bumped into him. Only I didn’t know he was the owner of Gray Security at the time.”
“From the way Xander was acting, it sounded like you bumped into him an awful lot.”
I could practically hear her wagging her eyebrows suggestively. “Enough that he wants me to skip the apartment hunting and move in with him.”
“Damn,” she whistled. “He’s even faster than Alex. It only took him a day to talk me into a week-long trip to Fiji, but it took two for him to convince me not to go house-hunting in D.C. so I could move in with him instead.”
“Well, shit. When you compare him to Alex like that, it makes Xander’s suggestion sound semi-sane.” And it also made me wonder if I should just give in and tell him I’ll move into his place.
“At least he knows about your career with the CIA,” she pointed out drily. “The same couldn’t be said for Alex or me, and look how well everything turned out for us.”
Their marriage was like something out of the damn movies. They were together for four years without either one knowing the other had a secret life as a spy, until the agency assigned them different objectives on the same case. “Who would have ever thought the CIA’s best snipers would settle down quite so much?”
My hand drifted down to my belly as I thought about Emmy and Ash, Evie and Alex’s children. In nine months, I might be a mommy, too.
“Holy shit,” I breathed out, as the reality of it all hit me.
“Calista! Are you still there?” Evie’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, I’m here. I’m sorry, but I need to go. There’s something I need to talk to Xander about.”
I didn’t wait for her to say goodbye before disconnecting the call and jumping out of my chair to race to my door. When I flung it open, Xander was standing on the other side. I yanked him inside and slammed the door shut again.
“I swear, between me thinking the offices were bugged by Evie and your ability to seek me out right when I want to talk to you, my new job could give my old one a run for its money when it comes to gathering intel.”
He chuckled at my irritation, earning himself a death glare that should have had him worried but only made him smirk at me. “I didn’t know you needed me since I came to talk to you about a case.”
“Yeah, I already heard all about how I’m going to have to pretend I’m Ewan’s girlfriend in my role as his bodyguard.”
“Over my dead body.” His eyes iced over as he paced back and forth. “I don’t care what anyone says about the customer always being right. The fuckwad isn’t going to get that close to you. I get that it would be easier for him to pretend like he doesn’t have someone guarding him, but if that’s what he wants, then he’s going to have to work with someone else. There’s no fucking way I’m going to stand by and—”
I rolled my eyes and interrupted his rant. “Yeah, yeah. I hear you. You’re the boss around here, so it’s completely up to you how to handle this. Although I would like to point out that I’m one of the best employees you have, so not using me because you can’t handle watching me stand next to another guy sounds like a stupid, macho decision to me. But, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”
“What?” he asked grumpily, dropping down onto one
of the chairs in front of my desk.
“I thought about what you said, and I’ve decided to go the easy route.”
His dark eyes lit up and his lips curved up in a pleased grin. “You’re going to move in with me?”
“Yes,” I sighed, holding up a hand when he went to stand up. “But we need to lay down some ground rules. The first one being no more sex at work. You’re the one who suggested me moving in as a way for you to be able to treat me platonically at the office, and I expect you to put some damn effort into it to make sure you hold up your end of the deal.”
“Oh, I’ll always hold up my end of the deal, baby,” he replied in a raspy voice. And then he winked at me!
“Xander,” I growled. “Being all sexy and flirty is the opposite of platonic. It’s shit like that I’m hoping to avoid while we’re at work.”
He held up his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Sorry! I can’t help it. You’re so damn hot that all the blood rushes out of my brain and into my cock whenever I’m around you.”
“Which brings me to rule number two—if I’m going to live in your house, you’re going to keep it well stocked with condoms, assuming I’m not already pregnant.”
His expression fell in disappointment.
“I’m not saying you’ll have to use them forever.”
“Fine,” he grunted, eyeing my belly. “But I get to be there when you take the test. You move in tonight, you sleep in my bed every night, and I reserve the right to convince you to go bare while we wait to find out that my swimmers did their job already.”
“You can try all you want, but it’s not going to work.”
“I’m going to enjoy showing you just how wrong you are.”
He got everything he wanted. He had me moved out of my hotel and into his house that night. Plus, he arranged for the moving truck with all my stuff to deliver everything there the following weekend. And, it turned out the motherfucker was right. I spent each night in his bed… after he’d wrung as many orgasms out of me as it took to get me to say he could take me bare.
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