Page 8 of CEO's Baby Scandal
He knelt there between my knees as I massaged my clit, smearing the body fluids around my soft folds. His hand squeezed my breast harder, then twisted my nipple and pinched it. “Finger yourself,” he ordered, so I pushed my fingers into my body while I watched the lust haze form across his eyes. “God, you’re hot.”
He took a second to pull his shirt off over his head. I expected a man’s body, but he had the chest of a god, corded muscles and a complete six-pack. If I kept touching myself like this much longer, I was going to come hard. I moaned slightly when he pushed his pants lower, but when he moved my hand away and teased my pussy with the tip of his cock, I gasped.
“Now, Ms. Kline, I’m going to fuck you, and then you’re going to get me new coffee. I’m afraid the other cup has gone cold.” His voice was gravelly and rough, but not as rough as the way he forced his dick into me, slamming into my back wall. He wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me toward him as he drove into me. I gasped again.
“Oh, wow…” I moaned, probably a bit too loudly. He shushed me and continued thrusting. My clit, still tender from being touched, rubbed against his pubic bone as his body collided withmine over and over. But it was ten times more intense when he covered my mouth with his and kissed me again.
I gripped Daniel’s arms, careful not to use my nails. I didn’t want to draw blood and have it stain his shirt when he put it back on, but God, was he huge. I clenched around him and groaned into his mouth as our tongues danced across each other. A deep growl rumbled up his throat, and he bit down on my lower lip. “God, you feel amazing.” His kiss became hungrier, devouring me. And I thought he was rough when he first pushed into me, but the longer he fucked me, the harder his thrusts became until he was pounding me so hard the couch shook and bumped on the wall.
“Oh… yes…” I panted and moaned, each of my noises swallowed by his lips. My body was on the edge. I was so close.
“You’re a good little assistant, Emily.” The hot breath on my face, the growl in his tone, the way he turned into an animal at the sight of my naked body, and I was done. My coil snapped like a rubber band, sending shockwaves through every fiber of my being. I let a wail escape my lips, and Daniel grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth against his harder.
I convulsed around him, at one point having to push him away from my mouth so I could breathe. His hard thrusts continued until I felt him release, spewing hot cum into me. His own grunts mingled with my moans in the song of lovers, and as he slowed, I felt the mess drain out of my body and down the edge of the couch.
“Wow…” I breathed, resting my head on his shoulder. He lingered there, dick still sunk inside me.
“Yeah, wow… God, I’ve thought of doing that a thousand times since the first day you walked into my office.” He let go of my hair and bit my shoulder gently.
“That many times?” I snickered, and he smacked my ass, making a satisfying flesh-on-flesh sound.
“Maybe more.” Daniel pulled out and stood. “Stay there,” he told me as he walked over to his desk. He took a few tissues out and wiped himself off, then zipped his pants. He brought me the box so I could clean up too.
“Thanks.” I wiped the mess up the best I could and tossed the tissues in the bin before collecting our scattered clothing. Daniel watched me the entire time.
“You are gorgeous, you know that?” He took his shirt from me, and I smiled at him.
“I think you’ve told me that before.” I looked everywhere for my bra but couldn’t find it, so I dressed without wearing one. The way he watched me made me a bit nervous. “Were you serious about the coffee?”
He chuckled. “Yes, please. I think mine really is cold now. Or maybe I’m too hot after that workout, so the coffee will seem cold.”
I zipped myself into the dress and found my shoes. “So… This sort of complicates things, don’t you think?” I stood in front of him as he tucked his shirt in and fastened his pants. When he stood up, I thought he would lean in and kiss me, but he patted my arm and strolled to his desk.
“Nothing is complicated.” He sat down and straightened a few papers. “Unless you want to make it complicated?” I felt confused by what he said, but he continued so I didn’t interrupt. “I think you’re amazing, and now I know how good you feel, so that’s not complicated to me.”
He’d said the word complicated so many times, it was beginning to not sound like a word at all. I also felt a little cold, not intimate and close to him the way I thought I would feel after that. Maybe he was still playing the naughty banter game we had started before the sex, or maybe he had zero intentions of actually dating me. It was just sex with my boss.
I let the thought remain in my head for a second but knew if I hung out there too long with it on my mind, I’d regret it.
“Let me go get that coffee for you, sir.”
“Daniel… please.” The way he looked at me told me it was not just sex with my boss, so that added to my confusion.
“Daniel,” I repeated.
As I walked down the hallway, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He was incredible in every way. I had no mirror to check my appearance and I just knew someone heard our sex. I wanted so much more with him, but I wasn’t sure he wanted it too, or what he wanted, for that matter.
And we hadn’t used protection.
That was a huge mistake.
6
DANIEL
“Yes, and I shot par two weeks ago in Malibu. It was fantastic. Not such an easy course, though.” Dad wiped the sweat from his forehead for the third time in ten minutes.
The sun overhead was warm. It was a perfect day for a tee-time with Dad. I stood next to his limo, chatting with him as his driver loaded my clubs into the trunk. We had a routine of playing nine holes at least once a month. Traffic was light, which meant a quick commute, and I should be back to the office to finish off the last few filings before close of business.