by Ryleigh York
“Never?”
I shake my head. “But I'd love for you to be my first.”
At this news, Macey's mouth curves up in a grin. “Yes.”
Hoisting her into my arms, she wraps both legs around my waist. I carry her to my desk and sit her right on the smooth wooden surface. Working my pants down, I step out of them so we were both completely naked. Macey puts her hands around my neck and leans in for another kiss as I grip my erection and bring it to her wet center.
“Spread your legs wider, baby.”
She does, and I work the tip of my greedy cock just inside her and then pause.
Sex with a condom is great, but now that I've felt inside of her without one... I don’t see how I could ever go back. Jesus.
A hot shiver races through me and my balls throb, already heavy and full again despite my earlier release. Working myself all the way inside, we heave a collective groan when I finally bottom out.
Macey's half-lidden gaze drops to where we are joined and she lets out a breathy gasp. It is a pretty sight, I'd give her that.
“You like watching me fuck your pretty pussy, baby?”
She makes a murmured sound of agreement.
I slow my pace, dragging out my movements. She moans again, the sound low in her throat and hitting me straight in the groin. I need more. I need her closer.
Craving control, I lift her in my arms, and carry her over to the rug in front of the couch. I lay us down gently, balancing my weight over hers without breaking our connection.
“You feel so good,” I murmur, lips at her throat.
“Take me how you need me.”
God, it’s like she was made for me. It’s like she just knows me—intimately.
I locate the silky lace of her thong, and smile down at her. Using her panties as a makeshift binding, I tie them in a careful knot around her wrists.
“Hands above your head.”
Macey obeys, and holy fuck… that position only thrusts her tits out more.
Gripping her bound hands in one of mine, I place the other at her hipbone, and pull her onto my cock in a deep, punishing rhythm.
“That’s it sexy girl. Your pussy fits me like a glove. You feel it, don’t you?”
She lets out a breathless whimper.
Feeling her bare is so hot, I fucking love it. “That tight little pussy likes getting stretched by my fat cock, doesn’t it?” I whisper.
Her body clenches around mine, and I know she’s close. My sweet little paralegal likes dirty talk. Good to know. Because it’s something I can and will happily serve up any chance I get.
I want to prolong this, in fact I never want to stop fucking her, terrified it could be the last time, but when Macey comes around me, her pussy clenching and her body quaking, it takes everything I have not to come on the spot. It’s that intense.
“So sexy,” I murmur, leaning down to brush my lips to hers.
Hazy eyes blink open, and I slow my thrusts, letting her float down from her high. She’s beautiful when she comes, her eyes go glassy and her skin flushes the prettiest shade of pink.
When I know she’s sated, I pull out, and tap her thigh. “Show me your pretty little ass, baby.”
Macey sits up and obeys, positioning herself on her hands and knees and offering me up her ass.
Her milky, smooth curves are perfection, and her tight little asshole is so fucking hot, but I won’t push for that tonight. Instead, I place one hand on her hip to steady her and drive my cock inside her flushed, swollen pussy.
The heat of her around my shaft, as well as the view of her working her ass back onto my dick is enough to obliterate all the self-control I have left.
“Gonna make me come again.” I slap one plump ass cheek sharply as my hips pump faster.
Macey moans. “Yes. Give it to me. Give me your come.”
And I do, emptying myself all over her ass as I pull out, warm come decorating her skin in the most beautifully obscene painting I’ve ever seen.
After I’ve cleaned her off with some nearby tissues, and pulled her up to a sitting position, Macey looks at me in wonder.
“Hi.”
She giggles. “Hi.”
“That was perfect,” I murmur, stroking her bare skin.
She watches me, eyes sated and happy.
“Dumplings?” I ask.
She giggles again and nods her head. “That sounds amazing.”
Chapter 20
Lucas
The following morning at my office, the sun is shining brightly through the windows and my mood is one of happy elation. Last night with Macey was absolutely incredible. Part of me still can’t believe the way it unfolded. She is perfection. The memory of her sweet lips around my cock—the way she let me fuck and use her mouth isn’t one I’ll ever forget. And then taking her bare … followed by a casual dinner alone in my office.
Just as I’m opening a new email to type to Macey, she enters my office. The smile on my lips begins to fade as I take her in. Her face is crumpled and her shoulders sag.
Something’s wrong.
“Macey?” I rise to my feet as she approaches my desk.
With trembling fingers, Macey hands me a sheet of paper neatly folded into thirds.
Confused, I unfold it, wondering what it is. A love note? Accolades for last night perhaps? I did put on an A+ performance.
My eyes scanned the page, not quote comprehending. “What's this?”
She straightens her shoulders and finally looks up. “My letter of resignation. I quit.”
My stomach sinks to my knees. Quit? She can't. Over my dead body. ”You what?”
“I'm sorry.” Her voice has lost the confidence I’ve come to expect from her. It’s flat and emotionless, and I hate the sound of it.
“Why? Is this because of last night?” I thought it was everything and more—proof that she and I were perfect together. But apparently Macey felt very differently about last night than I did. It's disheartening to say the least. If the floor to my office had opened up and swallowed me, I'd be less surprised than I am in this moment.
She shifts her weight, looking uncomfortable, like she'd rather be anywhere but here, having this conversation. Same here, sweetheart.
“Yes and no,” she finally murmurs.
“I don't understand.”
The old me? I would have accepted her letter and said farewell, even if she was the hottest fuck I'd ever had in my bed, or rather on my office floor. But Macey is so much more than a good lay. She's witty, intelligent, sweet, and amazing at her job. She's earned my respect. She's sassy and smart and I'd been done for from the moment I first spotted her in the club. I've never groveled, but in this moment, I'm ready to drop to my knees and beg for her to reconsider. I can’t let her walk out that door. No way in fuck. I won’t let her go without a fight.
“It's complicated, Lucas, and I just ... read the letter. And let me go. Please.”
Stepping closer, I place one hand on her shoulder, touching the soft bare skin that peeks from beneath her sleeveless dress. “I won't let you go. And certainly not without knowing what in the world is going on. I want you stay, precious. Here in this office, and in my bed, but if that's not possible, if you can't do both—name your terms. Anything. Tell me. Tell me what you need, sweet girl.” My voice has dropped to a near whisper and at this, her eyes finally look up and meet mine.
There are unshed tears in her gaze, and that knowledge slices through me like a knife.
“First, there’s something you should know.” Her expression is so serious that for a moment, I begin to panic. What could it possibly be? Is she married? Oh God, or worse. Pregnant? That thought would have sent the old me into a tailspin. I’ve never been a kid person, but even I have to admit, the thought of sweet, little Macey round with my baby—I don’t fucking hate that idea.
Blinking against that insane realization, I lean closer to her, placing both palms flat against my desk. “What is it? You can tell me anything.”
It’s the truth. She’s become an extremely valuable asset in the short weeks she’s been employed here. I’m not willing to lose her. Under any circumstance. Period.
Macey takes a deep breath and then meets my eyes. “Do you know a Gavin Cline?” Macey’s voice is timid, and her hands are fisted at her sides.
Not where I expected the conversation to go …
“Yes. He’s my former mentor at Torch & Cline. A damn good lawyer, but his ethics are shit. Why?”
The truth is, I don’t trust him any farther than I could throw him, but I’m not one to drag someone’s name through the mud unnecessarily. Plus, I’m desperate to get to the bottom of what Gavin has to do with any of this.
“He’s been blackmailing me.” Her voice is small when she says this, and her eyes dart away.
“Blackmailing you … how?” Totally not what I expected her to say, and my stomach tightens.
She swallows a gulp of air. “I need this job, so badly, and I love working here, but the truth is, he orchestrated the whole thing. Gave me a good recommendation so I’d get the job.”
At this, my brows lift. “Why?”
“Because he wanted me to gather intel about the deal you’re working on and deliver it back to him so he could sabotage you.” There’s concern in Macey’s eyes, which makes the news a little bit easier to swallow. “My parents are going to lose their farm—the deed—” she sniffs, and pauses like it’s difficult for her to continue. “He promised me he’d save the farm if I did this.”
Shit. I cross my arms in front of my chest. “I see. And did you? Deliver the intel you promised him?”
Her eyes lock with mine, and slowly, she shakes her head. “I couldn’t go through with it. Couldn’t turn on you that way. Once I got to know you—you were great at what you do, you really care about your staff. It didn’t seem right.”
Part of me can’t believe she’s telling me all of this. “And you’re telling me now because?”
Pulling a deep breath into her lungs, she straightens her shoulders. “I love my job here, and we… our connection.”
I lean closer, touching her shoulder. “I feel it too.”
Macey’s mouth lifts in a small smile, and my heart throbs in my chest. This realization is huge. After weeks of working alongside each other, weeks of bonding—I love that we’re finally admitting this. That it isn’t just some heat of the moment thing with our pheromones guiding us—it’s an actual, real conversation about our feelings.
“But the farm… I can’t let my parents down.”
I hush her with a kiss to the lips. “Money isn’t an issue. I’ll fix any damn thing you need me to. But first? We take Gavin Cline down.”
Macey smiles bigger, and nods. “I’m in.”
“Oh, and Macey?” I step around the desk to take her in my arms, and touch my forehead to hers. “You’re mine now.”
“Yes,” she whispers, pressing her lips to mine in the sweetest, softest kiss. “Yours, sir.”
Epilogue
Macey
“No. I can’t. I’m not doing this. I’ve changed my mind.” I give my head a firm shake as my eyes latch on to Lucas’.
He merely chuckles. “Sweetheart.” He places a tender kiss on my forehead and puts his hand on top of my swollen belly. “You kind of have to.”
The nurse to my left gives me a sympathetic look. I’m sure she’s seen it all. And by all, I mean my lady region which is probably in need of a good waxing. I can’t really see down there anymore. And after I ballooned up as big as a whale, I kind of stopped caring. Lucas hasn’t seemed to mind one bit, so why should I?
“A few pushes and it will all be over, right?” Lucas directs his question to the nurse.
She purses her lips. “With twins, it’s usually a little more complicated than that.”
I let out a groan. “Why did you do this to me?” I pull my hand out of my husband’s grasp, and he offers me a sympathetic look. And the truth is, if he could trade places with me right now, he probably would.
“I’m sorry, baby. But I know you can do this. I know just how strong and amazing and incredible you are. Aren’t you ready to meet our new son and daughter?”
God, why does he have to be so perfect? I heft out a heavy exhale. “Fine. I guess I’ll do it, but only because I don’t really have a choice.”
“Excellent.” The nurse claps her hands together. “Let me page the doctor. You’re ready to start pushing.”
Two hours later, Lucas and I are seated close together, side by side in my hospital bed, each one of us with a brand new swaddled baby in our arms.
“They’re perfect,” he coos, stroking our daughter’s tuft of downy soft golden curls.
“They’re stubborn. Just like their father,” I quip.
He chuckles. He does that a lot lately. It’s a look I love seeing on him. Amused. Smiling. Happy. In love. It makes my heart feel so full and happy.
Who would have thought? The man I met at an erotic club, turned boss was now my sweet, doting husband of two years. There’s nothing we can’t overcome together. He’s been my hero through it all. I still can’t believe how sweet he’d been, taking down my enemies and saving my parents farm. The man is incredible. Stubborn, and dominating with a very high sex drive, but still—incredible.
“I’m proud of you, baby,” he says, kissing me sweetly on the lips. “You’re amazing.”
“I am pretty awesome,” I agree, smiling. “Just don’t knock me up again—at least not for another few years.”
He laughs, the sound making my heart swell with joy. “Deal.”
About the Author
Ryleigh York is a romance author and a hopeless romantic. She's also a normal suburban housewife with two little kids, and loves to escape into romance novels in her spare time.