Unwrapped Kisses (Warming Up to Love Book 4)

by Jenna Rose

  “Perfect. Fuck. Fucking perfect.”

  To my surprise, Lance pops the button on his pants and tugs his zipper down. I thought he would at least do a little more foreplay or something, but his eyes are blazing and it’s clear he won’t be stopped. When I see what he pulls out though…my chest goes tight.

  No…that’s not possible.

  His cock is the size of my forearm. Bigger maybe.

  And as thick as my wrist. Thicker maybe.

  If I was salivating before, I’m drooling now. But at the same time, I want to close my legs and run. There’s no way that’s fitting inside of me!

  “Lance—”

  “I know.” He smiles as he threads his fingers in my hair. “It’s big. But you can take it. And you’re going to. And you know what else? You’re going to love it.”

  The next thing I know, I’m down on my knees in front of him. He kicks his pants off and takes a proud, tall stance before me, presenting his manhood to me. I drink it in with my eyes—from the thick shaft to the long vein running up to the swollen tip, to his balls, taut and so masculine.

  “Your lemon drops may be sweet, baby,” he purrs. “But let me give you something that tastes so sweet. Now open up.”

  I do as I’m told, and not just because he’s my boss, but because I’m dying for it.

  When his cock slips between my lips, I feel as though I’ve stepped across the threshold into a new life. So many firsts today, and this is another one of them.

  The warmth surprises me, but then I realize the full extent of his girth. My cheeks expand as he pushes inside my mouth. I have to sort of move my tongue down to make room for the head and look up at him with complete and total obedience as he presses his hips forward.

  When he reaches the back of my throat, I resist the urge to gag. God, I don’t know why, but I want to be a good little girl for him.

  Lance pulls back and his cock falls from my lips. “How’s that?” he asks. “You like it?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  W-what!?

  The response just sort of fell out of me without me even thinking about it. I never thought I had a daddy fetish or anything like that—I mean, my dad is still alive and everything. But, wow! Yeah, that felt incredible, and judging by the look in Lance’s eyes, he liked it too.

  “Yeah, suck on Daddy’s cock.”

  He thrusts back into my mouth, and I eagerly do my best to please him, although I have no idea what I’m doing. But Lance groans and strips out of his shirt as he pumps his thick cock between my lips. Unmoving, I watch the rippling and flexing of his abs as he moves. His body is perfect. Unbelievable. No wonder he’s so damn arrogant. A body like that, a cock that big, and a bank account bigger than Mount Everest.

  “Yeah, baby. That’s so hot.”

  At first, I think he’s talking about me doing my best to pleasure him with my mouth, but then I see he’s looking down between my legs and I realize that without even thinking about it, I’ve reached down and started to play with myself.

  Horrified, I quickly pull my hand away, but Lance shakes his head, “No. Keep doing that. It turns me on.”

  God, I’m so embarrassed. Doing something that private in front of him…

  But it also came so naturally that I didn’t even think about it. And Lance seems to love it too, so I slowly put my hand back between my legs. I can’t pleasure myself as well as he pleasured me, not even close, but I’m more turned on now than I’ve ever been before in my life, and it’s not long before I feel another climax burst inside me like a thousand fireworks.

  I try to moan his name, but my mouth is full, and all that comes out is a sputtering, wet sound. My body shakes and quivers and I fight to keep from biting down as my orgasm grips me.

  Oh God, it’s incredible.

  His strong hands twist my hair, and he forces my head down so deep that I gag and cough as the tip of his cock presses against the back of my throat. I half expect him to come as well and ready myself for it, but Lance has other plans for me.

  Roughly, he tugs my head back off his cock and pushes me to the ground. I collapse backwards, my sweater bunched up around my neck and my panties soaked and pulled to one side.

  Growling, he gets down on his knees in front of me, reaches down, and tears my underwear at the crotch, exposing me completely. I’m still recovering from my orgasm, but Lance wastes no time. He slaps the tip of his cock right against my clit, causing me to yelp and wriggle backwards. But he snatches my ankles and pulls me back to him. I can feel the carpet burn against my lower back and am about to scold him when he grabs my hips and slides inside.

  “Fuck, that’s a virgin cunt,” he grunts as he penetrates me. I feel a resistance, then something inside me gives and he gives me all his inches. Christ, I can’t even imagine how many of them there are. “Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby. And look at how well you take it. If I hadn’t felt your hymen break, I might have thought you were lying to me about being a virgin.”

  “I’m not, Lance—”

  “I know, baby.” He smiles. “Tell me, how old are you again?”

  He knows; he just wants to hear me say it. “Eighteen.”

  “Eighteen years old,” he mutters as he starts to pump inside me. “Giving your virginity to your thirty-five-year-old boss. What would your daddy say?”

  The way he’s talking drives me wild. I moan, reach up, touch my breasts, and bite my lip at him. “I thought you were my daddy.”

  Lance’s eyes blaze, and he leans right in, pressing his weight against me. “You may not be a gold-digger,” he whispers. “But you are a little whore for me, aren’t you?”

  Never in my life would I allow someone to speak to me that way. But when Lance does it, it drives me wild. The flame inside me starts to rise, and more wetness ebbs from my womanhood, coating his taut girth that he’s using to claim me. My eyes start to roll back in my head, and a smile takes me.

  “Yes, Daddy. I’m a little whore for you.”

  Lance loses all control.

  I feel his cock flex and then his body shakes. His muscles go taut and his arms clamp down around me, practically suffocating me beneath his enormous frame. Then he grunts, snatches me by the cheeks, and forces my eyes to his.

  “You’re going to make me come already, baby. Like a fucking high school boy. I’m going to fill that tight little cunt with my load. You want it?”

  “Yes, Daddy,” I whimper happily through a smile.

  “You want my cum? Tell me that you want it.”

  “I want it, Daddy. I want it!”

  Holding me in place with his arms, pinning my eyes to his with his stare, Lance unloads inside me, filling me with his warm, slick release. Shot after hot shot fills me, even overflows out of me and drips down my thighs and butt and onto the floor. I cry out and grasp his strong hips as he thrusts inside me, never stopping until every last drop has sprayed out. Only then does he collapse onto the floor beside me and wrap me in his embrace.

  “Sorry if I got carried away there,” he groans. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

  “Carried away?” I whimper. “Lance, it was incredible…”

  “You are incredible. It’s just too bad you’re such a goddamn pain in the ass.”

  I practically leap to my feet before I realize he’s kidding. He smiles and pulls my lips to his and kisses me with such passion that I feel as though I’m the only woman in the world. That ball of warmth he caused to grow inside of me has expanded, engulfing us both.

  “I could lie here forever,” I admit.

  “Go to sleep, baby. I’ll wake you up before the staff arrives in the morning.”

  Closing my eyes, the last thought on my mind is just how impossible this all seems. How in the world could something like this have happened? I don’t know, but I’ll take it. It seems as though my Christmas gift to myself, or the universe’s Christmas gift to me this year is Lance Frost. And I didn’t even know he was on my list.

  In fact, I was sure he wa
sn’t.

  LANCE

  I WAKE up when I hear the elevator ding.

  In a flash, I’m on my feet and look down to see Faith still sleeping beneath me by the Christmas tree. I check my phone and realize we’ve slept in. Shit. So much for waking her up before the staff arrives.

  “Faith!” I hiss. “Get up, get up!”

  Faith’s eyes open slowly. She smiles when she sees me and stretches.

  “Mmm, what time is it?”

  “Come on, get into my office! We overslept!”

  For a second, she doesn’t move. Then, once she’s processed what I’ve said, she gasps and leaps to her feet. “You told me you’d wake me!”

  “I know, I’m sorry!” We scramble for our clothes and race into my office and just as I’m closing the door, I hear the first few employees walk in.

  “I can’t believe this, Lance!” Faith hisses as she tugs her skirt back on. Yeah, I fucked up, but even now I can’t help but start to get hard for her gorgeous, naked body. “I’m going to be wearing the same clothes as I had on yesterday! Everyone will know!”

  “Relax,” I say, taking my phone. I dial Jane, my assistant. She answers on the first ring. “Jane, hey, I need you to bring over some clothes to the office now. Yeah, you remember Faith? That clumsy new girl? She spilled coffee all over herself and needs something to wear. Just bring a bunch of options, okay? Great. Thanks.” I hang up. “She’ll be here soon.”

  “Clumsy new girl!?” Faith barks. “Seriously?”

  “I’m trying to not make it obvious that we fucked last night, okay?” I chuckle. “Or do you want me to just come right out and tell her?”

  Faith groans and puts her head in her hands. “But my hair! My makeup! Everyone will know!”

  I take her by the hand and lead her into my private bathroom and start the shower. “Wash up and by the time you’re finished, Jane will be here with your change of clothes. Everything will be fine.”

  This isn’t like me. Being so protective over someone, let alone a woman. What should I care if people in the office think she’s trying to fuck her way up the ladder? It’s really not my problem. But for some reason, I don’t want them thinking that way about Faith. I feel like her guardian. Like it’s my job to make sure things go well for her, no matter what they are.

  Jesus, I really am falling for her, aren’t I?

  This whole “date” thing was just supposed to be a test—a way of proving to myself that she was just another gold-digger that I shouldn’t waste my time with. But it’s turning out to be the complete opposite of that. Faith has me totally fucking smitten, and that’s not a claim any other woman could ever make.

  “Lance, are you sure—?”

  “Stop being a pain in my ass and go shower.” I grin, tugging her skirt back down. “There’s nothing I’d like more than to hop in there with you and get a quickie in, but I’ve got to go be the boss.”

  Faith bites her lip and looks up at me. “Mmmm, do you? Can’t the boss do what he wants?”

  “He can if he wants his company to go down the drain.” I lean in and kiss her, relishing her sweet scent. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you later.”

  I leave her with a nice slap on the ass. She yelps and glances over her shoulder before hopping in the shower. I head back to my office, and for the first time that I can remember, my mind is on something other than business.

  My company is my life. It has been for years and years and years. But now it’s like a whole world of possibilities has opened up before me. Faith, a woman who was nothing more than a pain in my ass yesterday, has wormed her way into my heart, and I just don’t know what to do about it.

  This could be dangerous. She could be dangerous. I’ve barely even begun to get to know her, and already I’m thinking about what changes I could make to my life. How I could be with her more often. What she deserves and how to give it to her.

  “Fuck,” I grumble as I begin scrolling through my e-mail. Normally, Jane would be here to read me the important ones, or Faith would go through them for me. But seeing as how they’re both busy, I’ve got to do it myself.

  There’s the typical business-related stuff, and I forward a few of them on to the right departments, but just as I’m about to log out, a new e-mail appears. And it’s from Danielle.

  Hey, stranger. Long time no see. When are we going to get back together so I can give you that sweet pussy of mine and you can give me your new debit card number?

  “Jesus.” Danielle is just an old friend that has zero interest in dating me—nor do I have any interest in dating her—but we like to make jokes about it because she knows what it’s like for me to try and find an honest woman. I quickly write back.

  Sorry, but I’ve found someone. The love of my life. If she doesn’t work out—which I doubt she will—I’ll hit you up. Or, I suppose we could just have an affair. You down?

  Chuckling, I click send and log out just as Jane knocks on the door.

  “Come in!” I call out. She does, her arms overflowing with bags of clothes which she sets down on the couch.

  “That was fast.”

  She winks. “That’s why you pay me the big bucks.” As she’s pulling out options, she stops and cocks her head to the side, then points an inquisitive finger toward the bathroom. “Is she…in there? Right now?”

  I shrug. “I thought I’d let her use my shower.”

  Jane stands up straight and puts her hands on her hips. She may be my assistant, and her job may mostly consist of just doing random things for me whenever I need her, but Jane is smart as a whip. Nothing gets by her.

  “Uh huh,” she says slowly. “You thought you’d let her use your shower after you fucked her!”

  “Whoa,” I laugh. “Easy there. This is a place of business. Keep your voice down.”

  “You fucked her!? Are you kidding me, Lance? Jesus!”

  “I didn’t!”

  “She’s the daughter of one of your business partners!” she continues, scolding me like she’s my mother. “Not to mention she’s eighteen and probably just wants your money. Did you at least use a condom?”

  Ugh. Fuck. Nope.

  “We didn’t have sex, Jane—”

  “Sure, sure, whatever,” she scoffs, waving her hands in the air. “Just don’t blame me when you’re at the courts getting a divorce and writing fifty thousand dollar a month alimony checks.”

  Christ, why’d she have to put that image in my mind?

  Jane spreads out the options she brought for Faith and heads out, but not before giving me a warning glance at the door. “Careful. That’s all I’m saying. Careful.”

  Careful. Right. That’s what I should be being. But then why do I feel like jumping into this thing headfirst?

  There’s a feeling in my chest that I’m not used to. A courage or excitement or thrill or something that I just can’t ignore. And it goes far beyond the fierce sexual desire still blazing within me. I want to make her life better. I want to protect her. Provide. All the things a man in my position shouldn’t want to be doing for a girl this early on in a relationship.

  Relationship…

  The word just sort of popped into my mind. Is that what this is? Is that what I want? She’s my secretary, and we’ve only spent one night together. So why is it that I’m already thinking about our future? Why the fuck did I come in her?

  The thrill in my chest grows, and I think about our dinner last night. The candy she gave me.

  She’s really got something there. So why is it she’s working a desk job for me? She should be out there doing her own thing, and I’m going to make sure she is. I grab my phone and dial Ross, my realtor.

  “Ross, buddy. Is that warehouse space on Cove Road still available? It is? Great. Why don’t you give me a year lease on it. Yeah, I’m sure. No, I’ll have some things delivered. Manufacturing. Yup. And send me an e-mail confirmation. Thanks.”

  I hang up just as Faith’s finishing up her shower. The bathroom door opens, a
nd she sticks her head out, looking adorable with a head full of wet hair. “Your shower is amazing. I bet Brad Pitt doesn’t have a shower like this.”

  “Well, Brad Pitt is broke compared to me,” I laugh. “So I sure hope he doesn’t. Hey, come here. I want to show you something.”

  “I’m all wet!”

  “Just come here! It’ll only take a second.”

  I motion her over and pull her onto my lap, trying to ignore just how sexy her thighs and ass feel, but it’s almost impossible. I open up my e-mail and wait. Faith looks over at me. “Okay…?”

  “Hang on,” I tell her. “It’ll just be a second.”

  Ding!

  The e-mail arrives from Ross, and I quickly open it.

  “See this? This is a confirmation for a brand new warehouse space I just leased for you for one year. It’s manufacturing ready, so you can make all the lemon drops you need to get your business started.”

  I’ve never felt better about anything I’ve done in my life. This isn’t a business deal or a decision for something that will pay off monetarily in the future; this is just something I’m doing out of the goodness of my heart for a woman that makes me feel amazing. But when I look up at her, I see a reaction I was not expecting.

  “Why…why would you do that?” she asks.

  “Because I want to help you.”

  Faith gets up off my lap and walks a few steps away. “But just yesterday you were worried that I was trying to steal your money. Now you’re renting me warehouse space?”

  “Well, you passed your date-interview.” I smile, standing. “And it’s not like I’m offering to marry you and give you a million dollars. It’s just a warehouse space for you to get your company going.”

  “I can get the company going on my own, Lance—”

  “Faith,” I say, cutting her off. Fuck, this is going sideways. “I know you can. I’m just trying to help. I want to help.”

  Faith shakes her head and grabs a pair of pants from the couch and pulls them on. “You shouldn’t have done this, Lance.”

  She’s pissed. “Faith, are you this determined to prove to me that you’re not out for my money?”