As if my hand was the key and his cock was the lock, I seemed to have unleashed something equally wanting in him. He moved without me realizing it, flipping me onto my back on the seat and yanking my dress up.
With his head somewhere between my stomach and my pussy, he looked up at me. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”
“I am,” I bit out, about to take his head and bury it between my own legs if he didn’t do something soon. Fortunately, he wasn’t the kind of man to have to be told twice.
Without further questions or discussion, he lowered his head and hooked his fingers into my soaked panties, pulling them away to give his tongue access to me. He didn’t fuck around about it either; he lapped at me with precision and skill, bringing me to my first non-self-induced orgasm in years within minutes.
I was still writhing when he jerked his pants to mid-thigh and grabbed a condom from his wallet. Watching in stunned, blissful disbelief, I saw him sheath himself before he was positioned between my legs.
Too bad I didn’t get to see his cock properly. Or any of him, really. There was nothing slow or romantic about this. No perusal of each other’s bodies and no sweet words.
I’d only just been able to make out the outline of his cock in the muted lights inside the limo and he’d only pushed my dress up around my hips. He looked down at me when I felt the broad head of his dick against my slick entrance. “Tell me now if you want me to stop, because otherwise, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re not going to be able to walk tomorrow.”
Yep, definitely no sweet words here. I’d be damned if the words he had spoken hadn’t turned me on even more, though. “Fuck me.”
Joseph gave a swift nod, almost like the ones I’d seen him give at the office, and then sank all the way into me in one firm thrust. I cried out, not having been filled in such a long time and certainly never so thoroughly.
Kurt’s dick was slimmer and shorter than Joseph’s, and he’d been the one who’d popped my cherry; the only other man I’d ever been with. Maybe it was just the alcohol or the pure abandon of the moment, but this felt so much better than it ever had with the ex-hole.
Joseph didn’t give me time to adjust to having him inside of me, instead falling straight into a rhythm that had my sex-starved body curling my toes and my core going molten almost immediately. His hips hammered into mine, both of us releasing low sounds of pleasure and trying not to scream.
My orgasm crashed into me with a force of a tortoise falling out of the sky and smashing into my head. Nonsensical, but that was what it felt like.
I really hadn’t expected it to hit me, not to mention hit me so hard and so fast. But it did, and oh my lordy was that good.
Joseph came right after me, tensing as he growled something incomprehensible and burying his head in the crook of my neck.
And that was why it ended up being the most insane night of my life. Two weeks into my new job, and I’d just fucked my boss. Well done, Lilac. Here’s to the most intelligent decision you’ve ever made.
Chapter 17
Joseph
When I woke up the morning after the gala, it was with a pounding headache and lipstick stains on my neck. I tried to sit up, until I remembered what had happened.
Letting out a loud groan, I fell back on my bed. I slept with her. I fucking slept with her.
It was the one thing I’d never done before, fucking an employee. I’d really thought I was better than that, but really, who was I to say no to a willing woman who had practically crawled into my lap while she kissed me?
Even though I’d known it was out of anger on her part, anger and a boatload of champagne, I hadn’t been able to say no. Something deep inside of me had told me that my rejecting her would have worse possible consequences than actually going through with it.
Plus, I’d wanted her for the two weeks that I’d known her. With a couple of drinks in my body, there was no way I was saying no.
Despite all that, though, she’d barely been able to stand when I’d dropped her off. I had also gotten the stink-eye from the daycare lady—Jodie, as Lilac had so helpfully told me yesterday—when we’d picked up a sleeping Lincoln.
The boy had barely stirred when she’d brought him to the car, but that didn’t make me feel any less like shit. We’d taken the kid home in the same limo that we’d just fucked in, and that was wrong on so many levels.
I wasn’t naïve. I realized that kids slept in beds every night that their parents had fucked in, in cars and on couches and maybe even on the floor, but I’d just never imagined I would be the one dealing with the guilt trip afterwards.
But holy fucking shit was I dealing with it. And now I also had to deal with the fact that I’d slept with my future CFO. Fuck, please let us get through this.
I didn’t want to fire her. It definitely wouldn’t be fair. I also sure as shit didn’t want her to quit. Just… please let us get past this.
When I finally rolled out of bed, using a crutch because last night had irritated my stump to no end, I made my way to the kitchen and made some coffee. Once I had the first few sips in my body, I went to look for my phone and then called Grant.
Maybe I should have just found a church and did confession, but really, this was a job for my VA buddy. When he answered, I didn’t waste any time. “I fucked up. Can I come see you?”
Grant paused, not saying anything for a beat. “I’ll come to you. Stay put. I mean it, Joe. Don’t fucking move.”
He hung up, and I knew what kinds of thoughts must have been going through his head about receiving a call like that. No one wanted to get that call, the one where a friend told them that they’d fucked up, but military folks? We’d all seen what the possibilities were when getting that call. None of them were pretty.
Grant showed up an hour later with pizza for lunch. I hadn’t even realized it was that late, but a glance at the clock in my kitchen confirmed just how late I’d slept. “Thanks for coming, bro, but you really didn’t have to. I’d have come to you.”
He waved me off, turning around once he’d set the pizza down on the kitchen counter to grab plates. Grant was special like that: he was probably one of the only people on the planet who ate pizza from a plate and not just the box.
“What happened, Joe?” His eyes were serious when they met mine, not even looking down once as he dished up some food for us both. “You didn’t sound good, you look like shit, and you smell like a distillery.”
I took in a deep breath, then sighed it right back out and dragged both my hands through my hair. “I slept with my soon-to-be CFO.”
After another breath, I explained everything that had happened. “It was fucking weird, man, not just because she’s going to be my CFO.”
Grant laughed so hard he was crying by the end of my story. He was doubled over on my kitchen stool, spluttering even as he tried to compose himself when he saw the glare I shot his way. “Your problem isn’t with the fact that she’s going to be your CFO, bud. It’s that she treated you like you were the girl and she was the guy. That’s where you’re stuck.”
A dozen arguments leaped into my mind, but I bit them back. Grant saw things I didn’t, understood things I never thought about. “Explain.”
He was still gasping for air, but he managed to give me a response. “You’re not used to being a warm body when needed, but that’s what you were to her. You happened to have a hard cock, a hot body and you were there when she was upset.”
I thought about what he had said, hating that he was right. “Whatever. There’s a game starting in about twenty. Want to watch it?”
Grant gave me a long look, but then he nodded. “Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re actually going to talk about what happened and how you felt about it.”
“I don’t feel shit about it,” I snapped, but I was lying.
Grant sighed, this long-suffering sound that made it clear he knew exactly how messed up I was about what had happened in that limo. Mind-blowing sex?
I shut that train of thought down and grabbed my coffee, carrying it to my living room.
Grant followed, chuckling and shaking his head. “You do know that you’re more full of shit than a constipated baby, right?”
“Shut up,” I groaned, sinking down onto my couch and picking up the remote from my coffee table. “Are we going to watch the fucking game or what?”
“Sure, bro. Let’s watch the game. Won’t give you any peace of mind though.” Once again, my friend was right.
We spent the rest of the day watching football, but I didn’t see a single play. All day long, I was trying to figure out what steps I was going to take next.
Chapter 18
Lilac
When I woke up the morning after, Lincoln was sitting on my bed. He was playing with a toy and singing a song about baby sharks that was a total earworm.
There was a moment of blissful ignorance as I opened my eyes. But as soon as I felt my head pounding and realized that my mouth tasted like… well, not something good, the events of last night came crashing down on me.
I sat bolt upright in bed, then groaned when the pounding in my head became ten times worse. Lying back down, I peered around Lincoln’s little body to see the time. Then I nearly choked.
Holy crap. It was after ten already.
Lincoln smiled at me, stopping his song mid-chorus. “You’re finally awake.”
His voice was so warm and loving that it brought tears to my eyes. For the first time since I’d had him, I felt like a truly terrible parent. Not only had I gotten drunk and, ugh, slept with my boss, but I’d also slept through our Sunday morning ritual.
Bringing my hands up to my face, I pressed the heels of my palms to my eyes to stem the flow of tears threatening to fall. The only thing that could possibly make this day worse was if I started crying in front of Lincoln.
My guilt wasn’t his to deal with. It wasn’t fair to expose him to how upset I was with myself. He was so sensitive to my feelings. If he saw me crying, he would cry too and whatever chance I had on salvaging the day would be ruined.
“Yeah baby, I’m awake. I’m sorry I overslept.” I reached out for him, enveloping him in my arms and tucking his head under my chin. Just holding on to him for a long minute, I only let him go when he started squirming.
“That’s okay. You worked hard.” He sat up and reached out to run his hand up my arm, tugging my pajama sleeve. “Can we have French toast now?”
I felt like death, and the thought of breaking eggs and dipping bread in them was enough to make my stomach turn, but I nodded anyway. “Of course we can.”
Getting out of bed required significantly more effort than it usually did, but I hauled my guilt-ridden, embarrassed butt up eventually and did my best not to think about the reason for my guilt or embarrassment.
Lincoln padded into the kitchen after me, then started singing the song again while I made our breakfast. By the time we were done, I was nauseated. Between the French toast and the song, which was on repeat in my head, I felt like I was going to be sick. Not to mention the constant, lovely little flashbacks to having my boss’s cock buried deep inside me.
God, what have I done? I buried my face in my hands at the kitchen counter, waiting for Lincoln to finish eating. I slept with Joseph, that’s what.
It would have been great if I hadn’t been able to remember what had been going through my head at the time, but I did. I hadn’t been that drunk, despite the fact that my hangover made it feel like I’d been blind, blackout, falling-on-the-ground wasted.
Okay, to be fair, I had almost fallen on the ground when Joseph dropped us off at home. But like some kind of knight in shining armor there to provide orgasms and oh yes, a job when needed, he’d appeared at my elbow right in the nick of time and steadied me.
I cringed, wishing that I had been blackout drunk. It might have been awkward if I knew there was something I had forgotten and couldn’t remember what it was, but surely it would have been less awkward than arriving at work knowing what it felt like to have my boss moving inside me. To know what he looked and sounded like when he came was so not going to be helpful at work.
“Can we go to the park now, Mommy?” Lincoln’s voice pulled me out of my shameful, embarrassing memories, reminding me once again that he was the guy I should be focusing on.
“Sure. I’m going to grab a quick shower, then we can go.” I stood up, got him settled with a puzzle in the living room and raced through the shower.
We made it to the park much later than usual, but Lincoln didn’t seem too upset by the late start to the day. As always, he let go of my hand as soon as we arrived and raced off to the play area.
I got settled on my bench in the shade and spent the time in the park mentally berating myself for having been so stupid in that damn limo. Before that, even.
I knew better than to drink so much so fast, better than to let Kurt’s bullshit get to me and I certainly knew better than to kiss the man I was working for to get out of answering an uncomfortable question.
Kissing him had to have been the most idiotic thing I’d ever done, but the thought that kept occurring to me was that he’d kissed me back. Hard, passionately.
He definitely hadn’t seemed too put out by having to do it either. And when I had reached into his pants, his dick had been as hard as a steel rod.
The only logical conclusion that I could come to was that he had wanted me as badly in the back of that ridiculously luxurious vehicle as I had wanted him. If that was true, then I didn’t have to feel quite as bad about it as I did.
If it had been nothing but two consenting adults who were horny and wanted to fuck, I could live with that—even if one of those adults happened to have been my boss. Unfortunately, I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain that it was like that.
I had practically thrown myself at him on that butter-soft back seat, all but shoved my hand down his pants. Him being hard when it got in there might have been a purely physiological reaction to having someone kiss him like the ship was going down and mashing their boobs up against his chest.
I groaned, fighting the urge to cover my eyes again. There was no point. I couldn’t hide from this. Joseph hadn’t been a one-night-stand mistake I could simply put out of my mind and forget about.
Oh no, he most definitely wasn’t that. Because tomorrow morning first thing, I’d be seeing him again. Then I’d be working by his side all day. And the day after that, and then just to shake things up a little, the day after too. I am so screwed.
The snarky voice in the back of my mind snorted. No, honey. You got screwed, that’s the freaking problem.
A monstrous sigh parted my lips and both my hands went up to my hair, brushing the loose strands back and holding them behind my head. Big girl panties time.
What was done was done. I couldn’t undo it. Frankly, underneath all the layers of guilt, embarrassment and fear that I might possibly even be fired because of it, I didn’t know if I would have undone it even if I could have.
Let’s face it: I’ve wanted that since the first time I laid eyes on the man. Society might judge me for sleeping with the boss—hell, I was judging me pretty hard—but the reality was I had wanted to do it.
I had wanted to do it, and honestly, I had enjoyed the hell out of doing it. It would have been massively disappointing if a guy like him had turned out to have a micropenis or worse yet, had a nice big one and no idea what to do with it.
But ohmigod, did he know what to do with it.
The point was that it had been good, it had been fun and now I had to deal with the consequences. There was no going back or escaping whatever was going to happen.
Eventually, I pulled my shoulders back and decided to let the chips fall where they would. I doubted Joseph was the kind of man who would fire me for having slept with him, and I would keep believing that about him unless and until he proved otherwise.
In the meantime, I was just going to have to pray to the ghosts of coitus-past
that he’d had a good time too. Maybe then he’d forgive me faster for jumping him and proceeding to try and climb him like a tree.
Nodding to myself about my plan of action, I noticed a cool breeze had started rustling through the trees. Looking up the sky, I realized it had gotten late quickly. Not surprising considering how much later we got here today.
“Almost time to go, Lincoln,” I called out, standing up from my bench and walking closer to the play area. “Five more minutes, then we’ve got to get home to get dinner going.”
He nodded at me, then whipped around on the bridge between two jungle gyms and ran for the tallest slide. I smiled. He did this every week, racing down that slide and then spending the last few minutes on the monkey bars.
We were headed back to our apartment when I slammed to a dead stop on the sidewalk. Kurt was standing in front of our building, his hands on his hips as he leaned back. He was looking up at the apartment as if he was hoping to catch sight of one of us in the window.
“Mommy, wha—”
I ducked into an alley, tightening my grip on Lincoln’s hand as I gently pushed him behind me. I gave it a few minutes before peeking out around the corner and hoping that he’d have moved on. Kurt seemed to have made himself at home against the wall, though. He was leaning against the bricks with one foot flat against them, arms crossed around his chest.
“Mommy?” Lincoln whispered to me, obviously realizing that something was wrong.
“Don’t worry, baby.” I forced a smile to my lips and hoped it was a reassuring one. “We’re playing hide and go seek.”
I just sincerely hoped Kurt didn’t come to seek us in this alley. If he did, I was fucked. Well, even if he didn’t, we were still in trouble.
He’d obviously found us, which meant that we couldn’t go home. Kurt was doggedly persistent. I knew better than to think he’d just leave and forget our address for good. Not gonna happen.
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