My Surprise Secret Baby (Romance Box Set)

by Lexi Wilson

  But I didn’t want to get into all that. The last thing I wanted was him feeling sorry for me.

  “Just saying that there are some real scummy guys out there. And not everyone has the guts to stand up to them.”

  He furrowed his brow in slight focus, as if he’d realized something. Maybe he didn’t know the specifics, but it didn’t take a genius for him to understand I was talking about something that’d happened to me.

  “Like I said, it was the right thing to do. Guys like George, they depend on people not standing up to them to get what they want. And every now and then they push their luck.”

  “Well, good thing you were here,” I said. “Because I was about three seconds away from smacking him in the face.”

  He laughed. “That would’ve done the job just as well.” He checked his watch. “Well, shit – the day’s gotten away from me. Should we get going?”

  “You’re not taking the afternoon off?”

  He shook his head. “No time for that. I’ll do some work form my home office, maybe grab a nap and do some more.”

  “That’s boring,” I said, the words slipping out.

  He raised his eyebrows. “Boring, huh?”

  I chuckled, reaching over and squeezing his arm, letting him know I was only messing around. “No offense. But if I had your kind of money I know I’d be taking whatever chance I had to have fun with it.”

  “Hey, I’m not a total workaholic.”

  “Just mostly a workaholic.”

  He grinned. “Fair point. Maybe I’ll take a break and watch some crappy action movie or something.”

  “There you go – live without a care in the world.”

  “Am I detecting a trace of sarcasm?”

  “Maybe just a little.”

  He said nothing, and neither did I, the two of us simply smiling at one another, getting lost in the moment.

  “Anyway,” he said. “You ready? I’ll give you a ride home.”

  “Oh, you’re not going to make me walk all the way to Van Nuys?” Another grin.

  “What can I say? I’m a real gentleman like that.”

  He stood up, giving me his hand to help me from my chair. I didn’t normally like men going all “gentlemen” on me like that, but there was something about Nick, something that made me just want to…go with it.

  We felt the restaurant and made our way to the parking lot. The sleek car we’d been driven in was there, Nick opening the door for me. Once inside, he pulled down the mirror over the door, the keys falling out into his hand. He turned the engine over, the car growling to life.

  “You didn’t feel like being driven?”

  He shook his head as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road.

  “It’s one of the things about rich-dude life I never got used to – having everyone do stuff for you. A driver’s nice when you don’t want to deal with traffic, but I can’t imagine sitting in a backseat like a lump and being carted around town like a little prince.”

  I laughed. “That’s one way to put it.”

  “Besides,” he went on. “We’re in LA. One of the nice things about this town is being able to put the top down and enjoy the sun. Why live here if you’re not going to enjoy it, you know?”

  I loved that, loved how he didn’t seem to be caught up in the life of being a millionaire.

  Or hell, maybe he was even a billionaire.

  And as we drove, the breeze flowing through the car, I kept thinking about what he’d done for me.

  However attracted to him I was before, now it was even more irresistible.

  And he must’ve felt the same way. Because as we drove, he reached over and placed his hand on my leg.

  What the hell was he doing?

  Then it hit me. I’d gotten so wrapped with what had happened at lunch that I’d totally forgotten about the kiss, that kiss that made me want to screw him and slap him all at the same time.

  But the longer his hand stayed on my leg, the more I wanted him, the more I needed him to finish what he’d started.

  I couldn’t take it any longer.

  “Pull over.”

  He glanced over at me from behind his sunglasses, as if not sure he’d heard me correctly.

  “Pull over?” he asked.

  It was my chance to back out.

  But I repeated myself.

  “Pull over.”

  He grinned, turning his eyes back to the road. I could tell he knew exactly what I wanted.

  Nick pulled over to the side of the road, a small, off-the-beaten-path street that was far away from the bustle of traffic. No one else was around.

  He turned to me, taking off his sunglasses, those gorgeous eyes staring right through me.

  “Come here.”

  I was keenly aware there was a good-as-hell chance I was on the verge of making a huge mistake.

  Sleeping with my boss? On the first day of a new job?

  What the hell was I thinking?

  But I couldn’t resist. I did as he asked, unbuckling my seatbelt and shifting my body to come to him.

  Before I did, however, he raised his palm to stop me.

  “What?” I asked.

  “Pull up your skirt first.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it.”

  The way he spoke those three words made it certain he was the boss. His tone was commanding, as if there was no choice in the matter.

  But it was what I wanted. My eyes locked onto him, I pulled my skirt up, wiggling my hips back and forth as I did. I had on a pair of lacy, light blue thong panties – and they were already getting soaked.

  “Take them off.” His eyes were locked between my legs.

  Again, I did as he asked, hooking my thumbs under the waistband of my thong and rolling them down my legs.

  “Now spread.”

  I swallowed, thrilled by the way he was speaking to me. And then I opened my legs, the glistening line of my pussy there for him to enjoy.

  He undid his seatbelt, reaching over and putting his right hand on my leg, his left between my thighs. Nick gazed into my eyes as he began touching me.

  The pleasure was instantaneous. I let out a long sigh as he gently grazed his fingertip of my pussy, making a slow circle around my clit as he stroked and teased me. I grabbed his wrist, squeezing it as he touched me.

  He was like an expert, moving inside of me with a pair of fingers while stroking my most sensitive spot with another.

  Maybe it was the building sexual tension, maybe it was just how damn attracted to him I was, but I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that rapidly built inside of me.

  “Come for me,” he said, still in charge, still commanding as I grinded myself into his hand. “I know you want to.”

  I couldn’t resist. With his permission, I let the orgasm flow through my body, thrashing where I sat.

  When I was done, he took his hand away, moving the other to my hip.

  “Now, come here.”

  I caught my breath, glancing over at him and noting his cock was stiff through his slacks. I was more than ready to do as he asked, but before coming over I reached to his waist and undid his belt, then his zipper.

  Underneath, his cock tented the fabric of his black boxer-briefs, and I couldn’t wait to see what he was packing.

  So, I didn’t waste another second. I flipped down the waistband of his boxer-briefs, his cock flopping out.

  And what a cock it was. Nick was long and thick, the tip of his head already dripping just for me. It was about the nicest dick I’d ever seen in my life, and all I could think about was what I would feel like buried inside of me.

  “Come here,” he repeated.

  I nodded, ready to do ask he asked. With a fluid movement – the kind of grace years on the stripper pole allowed – I moved over to his seat, spreading my legs over top of him.

  But when I began to lower myself, he stopped me.

  “Ask me first.”

  “What?”

  “
I want you to tell me what you want, and then ask for it.”

  I squirmed as he held me, his cock so tantalizingly close to me that I could barely think straight.

  “I…I want you inside of me,” I said, my eyes winced close. “Please…please can I have it.”

  I opened my eyes enough to see him grinning, as if he had me exactly where he wanted me, and knew it.

  He began to lower me. But I stopped, a thought occurring.

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “Um, are you…?”

  He nodded quickly, knowing right away what I was referring to.

  “I’m clean,” he said. “And I’d never do anything to put you in that kind of position.”

  There was total sincerity to his voice, no doubt that he meant every word.

  “And I’m on the pill,” I said. “I’m good.”

  Nothing was left to be said. Nick put his hands back on my hips and lowered me down. Seconds later, his head grazed my opening, another fresh wave of pleasure shooting through my body.

  Further and further I went, taking more of him into me. First his head, then the top inches of his shaft, then as much as I could manage.

  The way he filled me was like nothing I’d ever known before. His heat, his thickness, his length…it all worked together to give me a feeling of total delight that I could hardly wrap my head around.

  As crazy as it sounded, all I could think about was how it almost seemed like his cock was made for me, and my pussy for him.

  But any sort of coherent thoughts blew out of my mind the moment I’d buried him to the hilt, my hips resting on his. Nick opened up my shirt, taking my breast out of my bra and sucking on one nipple, then the other.

  I closed my eyes and threw back my head, running my hands through his hair as I grinded on top of Nick, bucking hard into him, raising myself up only to drop back down, then repeating it.

  I fell into a steady rhythm, leaning forward and resting my head on his broad shoulders as Nick grabbed hard onto my ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pushing my hips against his cock, my walls gripping him tight.

  And being in public like that, knowing we might be busted at any moment, it was enough to make me even more excited.

  “Tell me what you want,” he growled into my ear.

  “I…I want to come on your cock.”

  “Then do it.”

  Again, he gave me permission to release. So, I did. I screamed, still bouncing up and down on top of him, his dick stabbing into me over and over. The second orgasm made the first feel like nothing, a mere warmup for the pleasure that seemed like it might tear me apart at the seams.

  Then he came, manhood pulsing and throbbing deep inside, hot ropes of his seed shooting deeply into me, the sensation pushing me to another level of ecstasy. I couldn’t think, couldn’t focus on anything but how damn good I felt.

  I slowed the pace of my riding as the orgasm faded. Nick kept his hands on my ass, still squeezing me, still pushing me into him.

  Finally, I could speak.

  “That…that was fucking amazing,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief at had to be the hottest sex I’d ever had in my life.

  “Same here. You’re really something else, Amber.”

  Then he put his lips on mine, the two of us kissing deeply, a passion between us that I couldn’t ignore.

  What the hell was this man doing to me? How did he, after such a short time, have such a hold?

  But one thing was for sure – I’d screwed my boss.

  And all I could do was wait to see if I’d screwed myself in the process.

  Chapter 14

  NICK

  After the fun in the car, I dropped Amber off at her place.

  Her home was a simple little ranch-style thing in Van Nuys. Nothing run-down, but nothing amazing either. Maybe it worked for her, maybe it didn’t. But I couldn’t shake the idea that she deserved more.

  She had a family, after all. But as I watched her step toward her house, glancing back at me over her shoulder, waving and smiling, I had a feeling that this was only the beginning for her. A woman like Amber, strong and smart and fearless, couldn’t help but go places in the world.

  I couldn’t wait to see her do it.

  And as I drove home, my thoughts went returned to the sex, the hot-as-hell fucking we’d done in the car. She was incredible, like no woman I’d ever been with. And as I reached my place, less than an hour after we’d hooked up, my cock was stiff again.

  I already wanted more.

  But it was a dangerous game. Less than a day as my secretary and we were already seriously breeching “professional standards.” More than that, we’d almost been busted.

  The more we’d get up to fun like that, the more likely it’d be that we’d get caught. And the CEO of Horvath getting caught sleeping with his secretary was a scandal I didn’t want to deal with.

  It might even cost me my job.

  I put all of that out of my head as best I could as I stepped into my house. Hell, we’d only hooked up.

  And it wasn’t like we were dating or anything. I liked her a lot – she was good company and had a great personality. But there weren’t any messy feelings involved at this point.

  It’d be a good idea to keep it that way. There was a good chance it’d involve a messy conversation, but it would need to be done.

  Maybe she and I could some to some kind of arrangement – fun every now and then, but all business during the work day.

  However it might look, I was confident we’d be able to pull it off. We were adults, right? And adults knew how to handle what they wanted.

  No one was home. Once in the living room, my keys tossed onto the small table by the front door, I listened for any sign of Natalie.

  But there wasn’t one.

  On the kitchen bar, however, there was a note. I stepped over and took it.

  “Staying out late. Don’t wait up.”

  The swoopy handwriting dispelled any doubt who’d written it. She didn’t even need to sign.

  Part of me wanted to send Natalie a text and, at the very least, check up on her. After all, she was out on a Friday night and I hadn’t a clue where. Sure, she was almost certainly out with some friends having a drink – getting too crazy wasn’t her style- but I was still concerned.

  But then I thought about what Amber had told me, to take a lighter touch with Natalie.

  I stepped over to the fridge and cracked a beer, thinking the matter over.

  I could already play out what would happen if I were to send a text. Natalie would take a while to respond, followed by a snippy message that said something like “with friends. Don’t worry about it.”

  And that would be that. No good would come from trying to keep tabs.

  So, I didn’t do it. Instead, I plopped down on the couch with my beer, ordered a pizza on my laptop, and pulled up some crappy 90’s action movie, this one featuring Steven Segal.

  I…relaxed. It wasn’t in my nature to be able to chill out like that. If I wasn’t thinking about work, I’d be thinking about Natalie. Myself and what I wanted was never on my mind.

  And it was pretty fucking nice, actually. I watched some crappy movies, ate nearly an entire extra-meat pizza, and polished off a couple of beers while I was at it.

  I could get used to nights like that.

  But when I was all done with the evening, crawling into bed and pulling the covers over me, all I could think of was her.

  The moment my eyes were shut I was back in the car, Amber on top of me, riding me hard, her full breasts bouncing in front of me, her face contorted in a right expression of pleasure. The sensation of finishing inside of her, shooting my load deep, was like nothing else.

  She was the last thing I thought of before I fell asleep, the first thing on my mind when I opened my eyes the next morning. And I had the rock-hard morning wood to prove it.

  Part of me wanted to stay in bed a little longer, to “take care of things” before staring my day
. But a crash coming from downstairs got my eyes wide open and my blood pumping. I hopped out of bed, threw on some jogger and a sleeveless shirt, and headed down to see what the commotion was.

  “Shoot,” said Natalie. “Shoot-shoot-shoot.”

  As I moved closer to the balcony, I could see what the issue was. A pan was on the floor, eggs spilled everywhere on the ground.

  “Morning,” I said.

  But Natalie didn’t respond, instead grabbing a roll of paper towels and dropping to her knees, scooping up the mess. As I went down the stairs I spotted a pair of Airpods in her ears – a present from me last year after a particularly good semester.

  Her eyes flicked up to me as I approached, and she took out the Airpods.

  “Having some trouble?”

  “Nah, just figured I’d eat my eggs off the floor this morning.” She was joking, of course, but I could tell from her tone that it wasn’t a sassy, smartass kind of joking, the sort I’d been used to from her.

  Was she having a better attitude toward me since I’d backed off on her last night? Too early to say.

  “Let me help,” I said, coming over to her.

  “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ve got it.”

  My first instinct was to tell her that no, I had it. I wanted my little sister to sit down, let her big brother clean up the mess.

  But then I thought about what Amber had said, about giving her space.

  “Sure. I’ll get the coffee going.”

  She flashed me a quick smile. “Thanks.”

  Moments later the coffee was brewing, Natalie, finishing up with the last bit of the eggs on the ground before spraying and wiping the greasy stain.

  “Now,” she said. “Let’s try this again.”

  I poured the two of us a couple mugs of coffee once the pot was done, the sizzle of eggs in the air. When all was done, Natalie portioned out a couple of plates and set them down on the counter along with some toast.

  We sipped our coffee in silence. And shit, I really wanted to know where she’d gone last night.

  Soft touch, I thought to myself. Soft touch.

  “Have fun last night?” I asked.

  “It was fine.”

  And that was it. I took a slow breath, trying to keep Amber’s words in my mind.