Knocked Up by the CEO

by Lilian Monroe

  “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases. I lift my head and grin.

  “Yeah, I do,” I admit. “But this time I actually mean it.” She laughs and I get to see that smile spreading across her face. Her eyes are so bright, every look is sending an electric thrill straight down to my cock. I lean down and kiss her neck again. I can’t get enough of her soft white skin. She grinds her hips upwards and I groan, loving the way her body feels underneath me.

  Suddenly Harper tenses and looks over my shoulder.

  “What was that?!”

  I glance back and look towards the door. “What?”

  “I heard something. I think someone’s here.” Her voice sounds strained and her heart is beating fast. I can feel it as I lay there on top of her. She’s tensed up completely and the whites of her eyes are visible all around her irises. I frown, slowly lifting myself off the couch. I can’t help but feel Harper’s nervousness.

  Was that a shadow I just saw through the blinds? They’re mostly shut but if someone was close enough they could see in. At least, they could see enough to know what we were just doing. My heart jumps in my chest and I feel the blood start to pound through my veins. I get up and take a few steps towards the door, pausing to listen. Silence.

  I reach forward, grabbing the door handle in my right hand. With one last breath, I clench my other fist and rip the door open.

  Nothing. It’s empty.

  “Hello?” I call out. “Who’s there?”

  I wait for one, two, three seconds, taking a step out into the open room and listening for any sound.

  It’s completely quiet. I take a few more steps and look around. The room is exactly as we left it - a complete mess. I squint and try to look for movement, any movement, around the room. There’s nothing. No sound, no movement, nothing.

  Sighing, I turn back around. I walk back into my office and close the door. I hold my arms out by my sides and shrug. Harper is looking at me, wide-eyed. She’s sitting up on the couch now, her arms by her side. Her hair is messy and her cheeks are flushed.

  “Nothing,” I say simply. I turn to the blinds and close them shut completely, just in case. Then I turn back to Harper and we look at each other for a few seconds. She’s never looked this good.

  She’s the first to start smiling. It starts as the corners of her mouth start twitching upwards, and then her eyes brighten. Suddenly she’s laughing, looking at me and holding her chest as the laughter barrels out of her. I can’t help it - I start laughing too.

  My shoulders shake and I lean back, letting the stress of the past few moments roll off me. I collapse onto the sofa next to her and lean back, laughing until it subsides and we both sigh. Harper turns to me and looks me in the eye, her eyes shining.

  “Sorry,” she says. “Guess I’m a bit nervous. Sex in the office and all.”

  Before I can respond, she’s got her hand on my chest and is crushing her lips against mine. She swings her leg over me and straddles my thighs. I let my hands drift from her hips down to her ass, loving the way it curves under my touch. She starts grinding herself into me and I groan. My cock is rock hard. I can’t wait any longer. I need her. I need to make her mine.

  Chapter 7 - Harper

  Once the stress dissipated, I had to lean over and kiss him.

  I can’t help myself, his lips taste so good. The way he’s grabbing my hips and ass, pulling me down on top of him is driving me crazy. I can feel his hard cock in his pants, pressing against my leg as I move up and down on top of him.

  I push myself off and stand up, hastily unfastening my pants. I slide them down my legs and stand up. I can’t wait any longer, this is happening. I hear Zach sigh and I look at him. He’s staring at me with fire in his eyes. He’s unbuckling his belt and sliding his pants down. We’re both rushing, clawing at our clothes and ripping them off.

  I can’t wait for him to take them off. As soon as they’re bunched near his feat I climb back on top of him and grab his cock in my hand. It’s thick and hard, and even the touch of it makes my body shiver with pleasure. I put one hand on his shoulder and stare at him. His dark brown eyes are boring into me and I don’t look away for a moment as I take his cock and slowly start moving it back and forth along my slit.

  Every time it comes near my opening or my bud it sends a thrill through my entire body. I can feel my body opening up, getting sopping wet and ready for him. I don’t remember the last time I wanted a man this badly. His hands are on me, his fingers sinking into my ass as I move slowly back and forth.

  The way he’s groaning is driving me wild. I don’t know if it’s the wine or the nervousness or the sheer thrill of being at the office like this with the man I’ve been fantasising about for weeks, but I can feel my orgasm mounting before he’s even done anything to me. Just the way his hands grip me, the way his groans pierce through me, the way his body feels smooth and hard is enough to take me to the edge.

  I can’t take it anymore. I feel drunk, but not off alcohol. I close my eyes and shift my hips, still grabbing his cock as I position it underneath me.

  Sinking down onto his cock is the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt. Inch by inch, he slides inside me like his cock was made to be there. I can feel my body stretching and gripping and contracting as he enters me. I moan, sitting down completely on top of him. I exhale as I sit back. Finally I open my eyes and look down at him.

  His mouth is open and he’s exhaling, his eyes shining in the dim light as he watches me. He lets out a low groan and I shiver, taking a second to let my body adjust to his size. His fingers sink into my ass a little bit more and I can feel his cock throbbing inside me.

  Every sensation is heightened. Every touch sends shivers through my whole body. Every heartbeat makes the pleasure course through my veins a little bit more. I take a deep breath and start grinding my hips, slowly at first and then faster and faster.

  Suddenly it’s a frenzy. I’m grinding and riding and bucking and he’s thrusting into me, grabbing my ass and my neck and my hair as he pushes himself deeper into me. Our bodies are slapping together and our moans fill the room.

  I feel almost dizzy. It’s intoxicating - the feeling of him inside me. Every time my hips sink down and his cock pushes into me it’s like a bolt of lightening through my core. The pressure inside me is building and building and building until I can feel my orgasm inside me like a ball of heat that’s ready to explode.

  The instant he slips his hand between us and finds my clit it’s all over. I’m flying through space, eyes closed, body bucking and convulsing in pleasure as he grinds into me more. I’m screaming his name but it’s like the sound of my own voice reaches my ears a second too late. My walls are contracting around his cock as our bodies crush together. I can feel him groaning and moaning, grabbing my hips and pushing himself into me a little bit deeper.

  His cock gets harder and hotter and all of a sudden I feel him explode. We come together, our bodies completely in sync as we moan and grab onto each other tightly.

  My heart is pounding and I collapse on top of Zach. His breath is ragged, and his arms fall down by his sides. My walls are still twitching, gripping and releasing his cock inside me with every beat of my heart. His cock is pulsing and all we can do is sit there until our bodies recover.

  Slowly, I climb off him and sink onto the sofa beside him. His arm is around my shoulder, his fingers lazily trailing over and back across my skin. I lay my head against him and I feel him lay a soft kiss against my hair.

  “You smell nice,” he breathes. I smile.

  “So do you,” I respond. I take a deep breath and lay into him a little bit more. I smile to myself as we enjoy a quiet moment.

  My thoughts are buzzing even though my body is relaxed. This is completely out of character for me. I just had sex at the office with my boss!! Not only that, but were in such a rush that we didn’t use any protection. I sigh, I know the chances of me getting pregnant are pretty much zero
. I discovered that right before my last relationship crashed and burned, after months of appointments and treatments and tests. It was heartbreaking, but I’ve accepted it now. I’ll never have kids of my own.

  I try to quiet my mind down and focus on Zach’s chest and the way his fingers are trailing back and forth on my shoulder. Right now I’m not going to let my thoughts run away with me. All I can do is close my eyes and enjoy Zach’s body wrapped around mine. His breath is slow and his heartbeat is steady and it feels like the most comfortable place I’ve ever been. I sigh gently and settle into him.

  A couple hours ago I never would have imagined that I’d be half-naked in Zach Lockwood’s office enjoying the afterglow of an intense orgasm. Maybe pulling the tree down wasn’t such a disaster after all.

  Chapter 8 - Zach

  “We should probably go to the Christmas party. They’ll be wondering where we are,” Harper says as her head lies against my shoulder. She makes no move to leave.

  “Probably, yeah,” I respond, staying completely still. It’s too comfortable here. It feels too good to have my arm wrapped around her and to feel the little shocks course through my veins as my body recovers from my orgasm. Harper shivers and sighs against me, then finally lifts herself off.

  I watch her bend over and pick up her discarded pants, loving the way her ass curves into her shapely legs. She’s got to be one of the sexiest women I’ve ever seen. My head still feels light, like I’ve had one too many drinks. I know it’s not the alcohol though, I feel such a rush through my body the second she sank down on top of my cock.

  Sighing, I bend down and pull my pants back up my legs. Harper shoots me a glance and grins.

  “That was fun,” she says. I smile.

  “Yeah.” I pause, unsure how to ask her what I’m thinking of. “Harper, we never used… I didn’t have a condom. I’m clean! It’s just…”

  Harper’s face tightens and she nods. Her eyes cloud over as if she’s thinking of something painful and then she stands tall and shakes her head. “I won’t get pregnant, if that’s what you’re worried about. I… I don’t usually do that.”

  She waves her hand towards the couch. She looks almost worried, even though it’s done. I know people say that all the time but I believe her. The way we had sex was far too real, far too instinctual to be some regular one-night stand for her. I hope so, anyway. Was that a one night stand?

  “Don’t usually do what, sleep with your boss? Pull down a gigantic Christmas tree? Fuck like your life depended on it?”

  She laughs. “Yeah, something like that. It’s been a long time since…” her voice trails off and she looks down at the ground. She’s wringing her hands, suddenly lost in thought. I take a step towards her and put my arms around her waist, lifting my hand to til her chin up towards me. Her lips are soft when they touch mine, and they open slightly so I can taste her mouth. She shivers in my arms and we stay like that for a minute before pulling apart.

  “We should go,” I whisper. She nods and pulls away from me, smoothing her shirt down. Our bodies separate and it feels wrong. I want to put my arm around her, grab her hand, inhale her scent, but I can’t. It’s over now, I can feel it. Harper’s body goes a little bit rigid and she puts on the familiar professional air that I’ve seen from her at work.

  We head out of the office and Harper heads towards the table. There’s still spilled food and drink all around. She grabs her red sweater and pulls it on overhead. She fiddles with the hem and the lights turn back on, flashing on her torso in the shape of a Christmas tree. I laugh.

  “That thing is ridiculous.”

  “I know,” she says proudly, spinning and posing for me as she laughs.

  Suddenly she stops and looks down at her feet. She frowns and I look down to see what she’s staring at. Harper bends over slowly and gathers a pile of plastic plates on the ground. She’s crouching down, holding them in her hands and staring at them intently. She looks back at me, her eyes betraying a hint of panic.

  “I picked these up before. I put them on the table in a stack right before we…” She looks between me and the plates, standing up slowly. “I thought I heard someone, or something fall over.”

  She holds up the plates and then looks back up at me and I can see the worry in her face. I close the distance between us and take the plates gently out of her hands, putting them on the table.

  “They could have fallen when we were out here,” I say. “We weren’t exactly careful when I had you on the table. Maybe they were on the edge and fell off the table on their own.”

  She doesn’t look convinced so I continue.

  “No one was here, Harper. Don’t worry.” She flicks those emerald eyes back up at me and smiles weakly, nodding her chin down once.

  “You’re right,” she says with a sigh. “I’ve just worked hard to get to where I am I’d hate something like this to ruin it.”

  She waves her hand dismissively when she says something like this. For some reason it stings, the way she waved it away. As if sleeping with me was a mistake and she’s already trying to forget about it.

  I push the feeling down. What do I care? Of course this isn’t anything serious! I’ve never wanted anything serious with anyone, ever. If she’s thinking of it as a casual fling then that’s the best thing for the both of us. The worst thing either of us could do is get attached.

  “Don’t worry Harper, this won’t ruin anything. I should tell you, I’m not looking for anything.. serious.” I tell her. She holds up her hand to stop me.

  “Zach, please. We’re adults. We wanted to sleep together and we did. I think that we can agree that it stops there, and we can go back to being professionals.”

  I nod, but I can’t help but feel disappointed at how eagerly she agreed. Why did that sting? It’s what I want!

  Harper sighs and smiles at me. “That’s settled then. Let’s go downstairs,” she says. “We can see if the bar has any Christmas trees that need to be tipped over.”

  She grins and nods her head towards the elevators. Her eyes glimmer and I resist the urge to lean over and kiss her. I nod back and the two of us head down to join the rest of the staff.

  Chapter 9 - Harper

  The whole pub cheers when we walk in. My cheeks turn bright red immediately, and I curse my genetics for making me so quick to blush. I lift my arms up and the cheers get louder, and suddenly I’m surrounded by my coworkers who are clapping me on the back and congratulating me.

  “Best office party entertainment in years, Harper! Well done!”

  “I wish was filming it!”

  “You couldn’t have done it better if you’d planned it!”

  I roll my eyes and laugh, looking beside me to glance at Zach only to realise he’s left my side. I scan the crowd and frown for a moment before seeing him at the bar. He has his back turned to me and is talking to the pretty girl behind the bar. I feel a sting in my chest before Rosie materialises beside me and grabs me by the elbow, pulling me away from the crowd.

  “What took you so long?” She asks, staring at me intently. “You guys were up there for ages.”

  There I go blushing again. I shrug.

  “Just talked and then cleaned up a bit. The office is a mess, we’re going to have to get cleaners in.”

  Rosie stares at me, narrowing her eyes. “You look different.”

  I roll my eyes in an exaggerated motion before patting my hair down nervously. “I’ve just done the most embarrassing thing of my life, Rosie. Give me a break!” I laugh. “And maybe get me a drink!!”

  She grins and nods, raising her hands slowly. “Alright, alright.”

  “Here,” comes a deep voice behind me. I turn to see Zach, holding two glasses of wine. He hands me one and winks and suddenly I feel silly for being jealous of the barmaid. My head is spinning between the tree and the sex and just the overall thrill of being next to Zach for so long. Rosie is looking at me with her eyebrow raised so I bury my no
se in my glass of wine and take a sip.

  “Thanks,” I say to Zach.

  He nods his head and looks towards our coworkers. “I’d better go make the rounds. Glad you’re feeling better.”

  His voice is different. It’s more official now, the way it sounds when we’re at work. I nod and he slips away.

  “What was that about,” Rosie breathes. I glance at her and she’s looking at me, eyes shining bright as she searches my face. “What happened up there? I’ve never seen him buy a drink for anybody!”

  “Rosie, stop,” I say. “Can you just give me a break?! It’s been a rough night.” I try to laugh it off but it sounds forced even to me. Her eyebrow shoots up even higher and she smiles slightly.

  “Rough night, hey?” She says pointedly. I stare at her until she grins. “Fine. But this conversation isn’t over. I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re hiding something from me.”

  I don’t respond. I’d rather deal with the ridicule from my coworkers than Rosie’s piercing stare. She’s known me for years, and she can always tell when I’ve got something on my mind. I steal a glance towards Zach just as he looks up towards me. For a second our eyes meet and then he looks back towards the man he was talking to.

  My heart is suddenly racing. I don’t know what’s going on! This isn’t like me! I’m not the type to have casual sex, let alone casual sex with my boss at the office Christmas party! The way he looked at me just now sent a thrill straight through my chest. I can feel my heart pounding against my ribcage and suddenly I remember the way it felt to have his hands all over me and his cock buried deep inside me. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply, trying to remember the sensation of his body against mine.

  Rosie clears her throat and my eyelids fly open. She’s staring at me, her eyes searching mine. Suddenly her eyes widen and she takes a step back, her hand flying up to her chest and her jaw dropping to the floor. She takes a step towards me and leans in.