Her Secret Santa: A Christmas Protector Romance (Perfect Kisses Book 3)

by Miley Maine

  “What is it?” I asked. Julie had not spoken, and she didn’t want to keep eye contact with me. She was shy and nervous. But I could see that she wanted me back and those feelings were possibly very frightening because of who I was. I was her boss. This was heading into another territory. I had to proceed cautiously.

  Julie then murmured. “I…I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel.”

  “Well, you feel how you feel. It doesn’t matter what you are supposed to do. I sensed something the day I met you. Did I imagine it, or did you feel something as well?”

  She didn’t respond for a moment. But then she said, “I felt something.”

  “What did you feel?”

  I waited a few moments for her to collect her thoughts. Then she looked into my eyes. She was so beautiful. It pained me to see any kind of emotional grief in her eyes. I could see that this had been building inside of her for the past few weeks, just as it had inside of me. Every day we would seem to run into each other and have a quick discourse, and then go about our ways. But every day those longing glances would be more direct, more lingering, and it would take so much longer to recompose after it was over. I’d find myself working late at night and my thoughts plagued by feelings that I didn’t act on during the day. Well, now I was there with Julie and I could see it plain as day that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. There was no reason to pretend anymore. I’d made some vows to myself, but this was different. I felt that if I had a chance to pursue this and I didn’t, then I would regret it for the rest of my life.

  So, there I was telling Julie exactly how I felt.

  “I felt something,” Julie said. “I’m not sure I should be telling you this.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s got to be against some sort of rules or… something.”

  “Does it feel right? Or do you just think it feels wrong?”

  “It feels right. Since that moment I saw you, there has been this feeling of being drawn closer to you. I’ve tried every single day to ignore it and shove it down, but it’s there. It’s burning inside of me. I… I can’t stop it.”

  I could see that Julie was almost in tears by now. The past few weeks had been stressful for her, just as they had been for me. I could count the number of times that I had fantasized about taking her as she walked down the hall, grabbing her hand and pulling her into the elevator, and then ravaging her body until we were both too weak to stand up.

  “I’ve been alone a long time,” I said. “Emotionally, I’ve been alone. Physically, I’ve been alone as well. I can’t remember the last time I really felt like this. It’s a strange, burning desire so deeply ingrained in my soul that I feel I might suffocate if I don’t do something about it.”

  This was really happening. We were going there. I could feel it, but I could still sense some hesitation in Julie. I had to know where she stood.

  “What will other people think?” Julie asked. “I just started here, and I don’t want the rumors to start.”

  “Don’t worry about it. Rumors can’t really hurt you. I always make sure that my employees are protected from each other. We have a zero-harassment policy here. If someone is treating you in a way that is unwanted after you’ve asked them to cease, then we will absolutely take care of it.”

  Julie smiled. She was now standing so close to me. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms, to hold her against my chest, and kiss her deeply. I wanted to dance with her and feel her, writhing her sexiness against my body. And I wanted to do it right there in front of everyone. But I wasn’t going to. Right now, if something does happen, I wanted to keep it between us. It was fun to keep something secret for a little while.

  “Thanks,” Julie said. The waiter came by just then and we both grabbed a glass of champagne.

  I held up the glass to hers and she toasted it with me. “To letting the chips fall where they may,” I said.

  Julie got a damn sexy, tough look on her face right then. “To saying fuck it.”

  I laughed. “Fuck it.”

  She took a long drink of the champagne. A moment later she held her head with her hand and smiled. “Wow, head rush. This is strong shit.”

  I smiled. “I only serve the best. By the way, how are you getting home tonight?”

  “I took a taxi here,” she said. “I figure, I’ll taxi back.”

  I smiled. “Or I could give you a lift in my limo.”

  She nodded. “I would love that.”

  I rested my hand gently on her back as I whispered in her ear. “Would you like to dance?”

  “I’d love to,” she said.

  “Well, this is it,” Julie said.

  The driver pulled the limo up to her apartment building. I escorted her out and held onto her hand as I did so. Her soft hand in mine felt so good that I just didn’t want to let it go. I wanted to continue our conversation. We apparently had the same tastes in old western movies. It was refreshing to have someone to talk to about such things. All of the people I knew thought those movies were so old and annoying.

  The ride home in the limo had been far too short. Julie only lived about twenty minutes away. And now the night was about to end. I felt a sinking, sad feeling in my guts. I wanted this to continue. I wanted to know more about her, I wanted to find out more about her dreams, her ambitions, her wants and true desires.

  “This is a nice building,” I said. “I own a few buildings throughout this neighborhood. It is expanding really well.”

  “Do you ever sleep?” she asked me.

  “Not very well,” I replied honestly.

  I stood there staring into her eyes for several seconds. She stared back into mine. The silence around us was golden, beautiful. We were in our own little world. I didn’t want this to end and I didn’t think she did either.

  I took her face gently in my hands and I leaned into her. I paused briefly before our lips touched. Then I kissed her softly. Her lips were warm and moist. She kissed me back a little bit, teasing me at first, a bit apprehensive about taking any more lead. I was fine with being in control. I’ve always been in control. That is how I live my life.

  And I was in Heaven with this amazing woman right then. I finished the kiss and held my lips close to hers, letting our breath mingle and relishing in each other’s heat. Her eyes caught in mine and then slowly a sweet grin spread over her lips.

  “Would you like to come in for a drink?” she asked.

  “I would,” I replied.

  I followed into her building and we didn’t even say anything in the elevator on the way up to her floor. This was going to happen. It was a matter-of-fact thing. We both wanted to satisfy our carnal urges so badly that nothing else mattered at all.

  I put my arm around her waist and held her close to me. Her warmth was just the thing I needed right then. It turned me on like nothing else. I was hard as a rock by the time we reached her apartment. She closed the door behind us and locked it. Then she stood there leaning against the door with a hungry look in her eyes. That was the only signal I needed.

  I rushed forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her tongue darted between my lips seeking out my own. Our flesh wiggled and gyrated, our oral appendages dancing and wrestling back and forth as our lips touched hard. I pressed my mouth down on hers effectively sealing in the kiss so that our tongues were fighting it out with each other inside the caverns of our lustful mouths.

  I hoisted Julie up and she wrapped her legs around me tightly to hold on and balance against me. Her back was leaning against the door, thumping with every move and change of position. I reached down and unzipped my pants. Reaching into my fly hole, I moved my boxers out of the way and within seconds my cock was free for her.

  Then I reached under her dress and found her panties, which I ripped from her body. They fell to the floor. I kissed her even more aggressively and then I lowered her body onto mine. She gasped inside the kiss letting out a little, squealing moan as I penetrated the wet lips below me. Her tight pussy wrapped
around my cock and embraced me as I entered her. Her body lowered down on my dick as far as it could.

  I held her there and began to pump wildly away at her succulent pussy. She was tighter and wetter than I ever thought possible and she was taking my nine-inch-long, three-inch-thick dick inside of her without any complaints. She loved being filled with me. I could feel it.

  I pushed harder and harder inside her. I couldn’t believe that this was actually happening. It was even better than I’d fantasized about the past few weeks. It was addictive, the way she felt sliding up and down on me as I held her in place, fucking her as hard as I could.

  She hugged me tighter and whispered in my ear, darting her tongue in the canal and kissing me, suckling at the lobe and grunting with every violent thrust of my hard cock.

  “You like that pussy? Is that what you want? Yes… fuck it… fuck it…”

  Her breathy words poured into my ear and set my soul ablaze with a fiery passion I could not remember. I fucked her as hard and fast as I was physically able to. My body was screaming for release, to ease up on the mayhem I was forcing it through, but I held on. I was In-charge of this ship. My body would do what I wanted.

  We came together a few moments later almost instantly. I flooded her tightness with my hot, salty seed, and she lapped up every drop of it within her body, holding it for a minute or so before I finally began to withdraw from her.

  I slumped to the floor with her on top of me. I was still inside of her. The two of us lay there on the floor together for several minutes. Neither one of us said anything. Nothing needed to be said. What had just happened was not just two people who needed sex from each other. No, we’d awakened something between us that I wasn’t sure would stop anytime soon. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t wait to get another taste of it.

  And listening to the softness of Julie’s breathing while she laid on top of me, I had a feeling that Julie felt the same way.

  6

  Julie

  I couldn’t believe it.

  That actually happened. We had sex. I had sex with my boss, with Tony Caplan, and it was the most amazing night of my life.

  All of the passion I’d felt for him, the desire, the brutal lust I’d been harboring for the past few weeks had finally come to life between us. It was there and it was like some volcanic eruption of intensity. After it was over, I couldn’t wait to get back and to do it again. I needed it. I craved it.

  We laid there on the floor together most of the night, the two of us asleep half in and out of our fancy clothes covered in the sweet oils and scent of sex. And when I woke up, I didn’t want to get up. I wanted to stay right there with him. I loved the way he held me, the way he looked deeply into my eyes and let me know that he saw the real me. I couldn’t hide from him. As far as he was concerned, I was totally transparent. I was an open book, and I was fine with that. I wanted him to see right through me, to read me, and to know exactly who I was and what I needed. I had never wanted that from anyone before.

  What was happening in my head? It was all so confusing, but in a beautiful way.

  The past few weeks had been a whirlwind. Seeing Tony in the hallways, him often going out of his way to speak with me, finding out little nuggets about each other, and seeing that sparkle in the eye growing and growing with every new experience. I couldn’t wait to get to work each day just to see him.

  And so far, he was very pleased with my work. He’d personally told me that several times. And I knew that he was being honest about it. I didn’t get a vibe from Tony that he was messing around. I didn’t feel like this was just a good time to him, or that he even did this thing regularly. Barb confirmed it for me. She seemed jealous that Tony had taken that kind of interest in me.

  At the party when he had approached me, I felt a bit guarded. I wasn’t sure what the others might be thinking when they saw how much fun I was having with Tony. But as he started to talk with me, that all faded. And then Tony basically told me that he had feelings for me. This little game we were playing, this pretending that we were not attracted to each other, that our little conversations were not hiding our true feelings—all of that was gone in a moment. I found my whole body getting warm. I yearned for his touch. I wanted him to do so many wonderful things to me.

  And then when we got back to my place, it was on. The second we walked through the door, it was on and it was not stopping. And now that it had happened, I wasn’t sure I ever wanted it to stop. No one had ever taken me that way. I’d never felt this way physically or otherwise. I wasn’t sure how I could actually feel that much pleasure. How did that happen? Tony and I had something different. I knew that. But what was going to happen now?

  I woke up before he did and went to the bathroom. I took a hot shower and when I was done, I put on a bathrobe before wandering into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I’d worked up a solid appetite. And luckily, I had not drunk nearly enough to get a hangover. I was just very damn hungry.

  I found the pancake mix and I got to work preparing a nice little feast. It was a Sunday morning, so I didn’t have to worry about going into the office. I was relieved. I was tired. My body felt worn out, but my mind was exhilarated.

  I was halfway through making the first batch of pancakes when Tony stirred from his resting place on the floor. He stood up and stretched his back. His face seemed as if he was as bit groggy still. He wiped his eyes and staggered around for a moment as if he was momentarily confused about where he was. Then he saw me standing in the kitchen and a big smile spread across his handsome face.

  “Hey, there,” Tony said. “What are you up to?”

  “Pancakes,” I said. “You want some.”

  “Yes, I do,” he replied. “I’m going to take a quick shower first, though.”

  “Help yourself. There is another robe in there.”

  Tony removed his clothes right where he stood and gave me a sexy look. I was taken aback at the sight of his beautiful, muscular body. And that rigid, hard cock, which was already up this morning. Wow, did he ever not get aroused? His sleek, hard abs spoke to me. They were telling me to drop the pancakes and follow him into the shower for a quickie, but I decided I would show some restraint this morning.

  I finished making the pancakes and sat down to wait for Tony. I poured myself a cup of coffee and sipped it slowly. While waiting, my phone buzzed. It was Lizzy. “Hey,” I said.

  “Hey. What are you doing later? Nellie is here and we were all thinking about going to play some miniature golf. Apparently, she has never actually done that and she wants to try it out. How lame is that? I think everyone has played mini golf, right?”

  “Shut up,” I heard Nellie say. I could just envision that she was elbowing Lizzy in the ribs. It sounded like fun.

  “Um, it might depend on what time,” I said. “I’m busy this morning.”

  “Doing what?” Nellie asked.

  “Her boss,” Lizzy answered for me.

  I heard the two of them giggling over their joke.

  “You guys are terrible,” I said.

  “Then tell us why you can’t hang out now?” Nellie asked.

  “I can hang this afternoon. Right now, I have something else going on.”

  “This robe is a bit small, but it covers the important areas I guess.” The voice came from behind me. “Ah, sorry. Didn’t know you were on the phone.”

  Tony was standing behind me playing a joke by wearing the smallest robe hanging in the bathroom.

  The noise on the phone stopped a moment. Then Lizzy began going off. “Oh, my God! You do have a guy there! Yes! Is it your boss? Is it him?”

  Nellie was chiming in now, as well. I tried to keep Tony from overhearing the noise on my phone as the two went crazy.

  “What? She is doing her boss. That rich guy?” Nellie asked confused.

  I tried not to laugh, but my friends were hysterical when they got together. They were always going on gossiping to me about each other, but when they got together, they
really got going on random topics.

  “Yes,” I answered them. I knew it was the only way they would get the least bit calmed down. I gestured to the plate on the opposite end of my small table that I had prepared for Tony. His eyes lit up when he saw the stack of pancakes and syrup. He poured himself a cup of coffee and then he sat down to eat.

  “Thanks. This looks amazing,” Tony said.

  “You actually did it?” Lizzie asked me. “For real? You aren’t messing with me?”

  “Guys, I have to go,” I said to Lizzy and Nellie. Before they answered with protest, I ended the call.

  “You didn’t have to end the call on my account,” Tony said. He stuffed a wad of pancakes in his mouth. I smiled at him.

  “It’s no problem,” I said.

  “So, do you want to talk about last night?” Tony asked.

  I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, so I nodded and said, “Sure.” I felt my heart sink. Was he going to tell me it was a mistake? Was he going to say that he really didn’t want this to become a thing? Had I blown this up in my head to be way more than it was? I had a tendency to do that stuff, but I wanted to let go of that so badly.

  “I don’t think we should really tell people at work, yet” Tony said. “I mean, I was thinking about some of your reservations about this and you are right. You are in the company and you have to work one on one with a lot of people and I don’t want you to constantly be wondering if they think I’m giving you special treatment or something. If I see anyone mistreating you or any employee then they would absolutely be gone. But I probably won’t see or hear a lot of the gossip going on since I’m kind of removed from it. And I don’t want you to have to deal with that shit.”

  “I’m a big girl; I can handle myself,” I reminded him.

  “Oh, I realize that” he replied. “But I just think it will be easier for you to get work done, to get the support you need from the others as you are just getting your feet wet in the company, to keep this on the down low for now. Unless you really want to just tell everyone for any particular reason.”