by Bianca Cole
Ivy tenses and turns to face me. Her eyes fill with tears as she gazes up at me.
I turn back to her father. “Fine, we’ll leave, but I don’t think you know what you’re doing.” I shake my head. “Your daughter is a brilliant and intelligent woman. She deserves to be happy, and she deserves to do what she wants with her own life.”
Ivy grabs my hand and shakes her head. “Don’t waste your breath, Wes.” Her head hangs low and I hate to see her like this. I hate that her father doesn’t give a shit about what she wants.
I glare at Jack who is still trembling with rage, before glancing down at Ivy. I give her a small nod and squeeze her hand, allowing her to pull me away.
“Don’t think I won’t disown you for this, Ivy,” Jack growls after us.
She tenses but keeps walking, pulling me away from her father. I hadn’t expected it to go smoothly. I’d expected her dad to hit the fucking roof. We just turned everything in his world upside down. But, fuck him. Ivy deserves to be happy. We deserve to be happy, together.
Ivy sobs the moment we’re in the elevator. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close. “I’m so sorry, Ivy.”
“It’s not your fault.” She shakes her head. “I knew he would be an ass about it. I guess deep down I hoped he’d understand.”
“I get that. You never know he might come around.” I shrug. “We’ve just dropped a huge thing on him.”
Ivy nods, tightening her grip on my waist. I hold her as we ride to the bottom floor. Ivy wipes her face as the elevator comes to a stop and then glances up at me with a heated look. “You know, we never made the fantasy in my story come true.” She bites her lip and then presses the button to the office floor. “Since we don’t work here anymore, how about we make it a reality?”
I groan as my cock thickens in my tight boxer briefs. “You’re such a naughty girl, Ivy Heisman. I think it’s about time I bend you over my desk and give you a hard punishment.” I kiss her as the elevator moves back to our floor.
The ding of it arriving breaks us apart and as stealthily as we can, we head for my office. Ellen isn’t at her desk, so we slip inside and lock the door.
Ivy giggles as I snatch her into my arms and lift her, forcing her legs around my waist. I carry her toward the desk and set her down on it, hiking her dress up. My fingers work her waistband down her creamy thighs, exposing her perfect, glistening pussy to my hungry gaze.
I lick my lips ready to taste her when she grabs my hand, forcing me to look up.
“Wes, just fuck me,” she moans, eyes dilated with lust.
I arch my brow. “I want to make you come, baby girl.”
She shakes her head. “I need you inside of me… I need to feel you stretching me and filling me with cum,” she gasps.
I groan, rubbing a hand over my straining dick. “You’re so dirty, Ivy.” My fingers work my belt and button loose and I unzip my pants. I let them fall down my hips and then free myself from my boxer briefs, stepping toward her.
She trembles in anticipation, keeping her eyes fixed on my aching length. I move toward her and rub my swollen head between her folds, coating myself in her juice. I press my hips forward, pushing into her slowly.
I grip her hips, drawing her hard against me. She moans as I slip deep inside of her. My eyes remain fixed on hers as she melts with pleasure. Her plump lips fall open and her eyes glaze over as I fill and stretch her tight pussy. I remain still at first, kissing her softly and tenderly.
“Fuck me,” she moans, trying to move her hips.
I grip her tightly. “Remember, baby. I’m in control,” I groan into her ear.
She moans in response, arching her back. “Please, Wes, I need you to fuck me.”
I growl against the skin on her neck and pull almost all the way out of her, before slamming back inside with a quick hard thrust. Her pussy is dripping wet as I ease myself in and out of her, watching her face melt in pleasure. I love seeing what I do to her and the way her eyes blue eyes dilate.
She’s watching me too. We’re both staring at each other, locked in each other’s gazes as we move as one. I can’t tell where I start as she begins as I drive so deep inside her. Ivy’s fingers lace through my hair and she pulls me close, forcing our lips together. Our tongues tangle in a heated, passionate duel as we both fight to taste each other. She caves to me, allowing me to search her mouth thoroughly and giving up control.
I get even harder as I drive in and out of her faster and deeper, making her moan. The desk rocks beneath us and papers flutter to the floor. Neither of us give a shit as we don’t work here anymore. None of it matters anymore. All that matters right now is us.
Ivy bites her lip but it doesn’t stifle the sweet moans that escapes them. Her pussy is tighter around my length as the pressure inside her builds, making it even more difficult for me to hold on. Thick, hot precum leaks into her pussy with each thrust. I bite her bottom lip gently, tugging it into my mouth and then sucking on it.
She moans, no longer trying to control the sounds she’s making. We’re both lost to our desire for each other.
“Fuck, Wes. I’m going to come,” she cries out.
I grunt, thrusting into her harder and faster. “That’s it baby, come while I fuck you on my desk like a naughty little girl.”
The muscles in her pussy flutter around my throbbing length, as she comes undone, writhing beneath me. She cries out as her orgasm rocks through her, making her pussy so damn tight it’s trying to milk every ounce of cum from me.
I roar as I explode inside of her. My balls release jet after jet of cum deep inside her, marking her as mine. Our heavy breaths fill the office as we stay like that for a while, gazing at each other.
Finally, I pull my softening dick from her, letting the thick, white cum drip from her lips onto the office floor. She looks beautiful, lying on my desk, full of my cum. “That was way hotter than my story,” she says, smiling up at me.
I turn toward the desk and grab some tissues we’d knocked onto the floor for her to clean up. “I thought your story was hot too, but reality is way better than fiction.” I wink at her, passing her the tissues.
“Thanks,” she says, cleaning herself up and fixing her panties back in place.
“I hope you can feel my cum dripping out of you all day,” I growl, kissing her neck.
She bites her lip. “Maybe you can fill me with more when we get back to your apartment, just to be sure.”
I growl and pull her to me, kissing her hard. If we’re not careful, we’ll end up fucking in my office all day. “Come on, let’s go home,” I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her out.
I don’t care that I’ve lost my job and most likely damaged my reputation. All I care about is Ivy. We’ll figure it all out—together. With her by my side, I feel unstoppable.
Epilogue
Ivy
“Good morning, Mrs. Peterson.” Wes’s arms wrap around my big baby bump as he kisses my neck.
“Good morning.” I glance at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Aren’t you going to be late for work?” It’s almost nine o’clock.
He shakes his head and kneads my shoulders. “Nope, I’ve got the day off.”
I raise an eyebrow at him. “My dad gave you a day off?” I ask.
He smiles and shrugs. “Yeah, is that so hard to believe?”
I nod, flipping the eggs in the frying pan. “I didn’t get any time off in two years.”
It’s been a year since Wes and I met. A total whirlwind is all I can describe it as. We were married within two months and I was pregnant after another two. My father came around to the fact I wasn’t going to be a lawyer and apologized for the way he spoke to us that day in his office. I’ll never forgive him for forcing me into something I didn’t want, but we’re working through our differences.
In fact, when he learned we were getting married, he proposed a deal. Although, it won’t be his own child taking over the firm, he was hellbent on keeping it in the family.
M
y father is priming Wes to become the managing partner of the firm. I know he hopes that our children might want to take over, but that will be up to them. There’s no way I’m forcing a life they don’t want on them.
How do I know we’re going to have more than one child? I’m carrying twins. It was frightening when I found out, but Wes has been so supportive.
Not to mention, Wes wants more children and so do I. I published My first novel last month and it’s doing well. I’ve also been freelance writing, and I’m bringing in enough money to keep doing it full time. We don’t need the money, not with Wes’s millions and his wage, but I couldn’t sit around doing nothing. I’ve never been so happy.
“Why are you taking the day off?” I ask.
He shakes his head, laughing. “You don’t know, do you?”
I frown at him. “Know what?”
“Today is the one-year anniversary of the day we first met.” He grabs my hand and pulls the pan off the heat, turning the hob off. “One year since you slapped me at that party.” He smiles down at me.
“I think you’re forgetting that you—”
He kisses me hard, silencing me. I moan against his mouth, feeling his fingertips dig into my ass as he claws me closer. “Happy Anniversary, baby.” He grabs a box out of his pocket and hands it to me.
My eyebrow raises. “This isn’t our anniversary though. We got married ten months ago.”
He smirks. “Take the box.” He forces it into my hand.
I take it and undo the ribbon wrapped around it. I open the box and stare inside.
A key.
But, I’m not sure what it is for.
“I bought us a house.”
My mouth falls open and I stare at him. “You did what?”
He shrugs. “With the babies coming, I knew this place wasn’t right to raise children.”
I blink. “You sold the apartment?”
He shook his head. “No, I’ll rent it as long as you’re happy with the house.”
As I run the key through my fingers, I’m not sure whether to be ecstatic, or pissed he didn’t talk to me about it first. Sure, it’s his money. He can do what he wants with it, but it might have been nice to go searching for a house together.
Before I can respond, he speaks, “I’m sure you’re going to love it. Come on.” He wraps his hand around my own and leads me to the elevator.
“Where are we going?”
He laughs. “To our new home.”
I glance back over my shoulder toward the kitchen. “I haven’t even had breakfast, yet.”
He pulls me into the elevator, wrapping his arms around me and kisses my neck. “We’ll get something on the way.”
I sigh as he pulls me out of the door and into the elevator. He pulls me against him, digging his fingers into my hips gently. “You look beautiful today,” he whispers in my ear.
I heat, moaning softly as he presses his lips against my bare shoulder. He chuckles into my ear. “Even at eight months pregnant you can’t get enough, can you?”
I shake my head. “It doesn’t seem like it.”
The ding of elevator breaks us away and we head for the parking lot. His driver, Carter, is waiting by his black sedan. Wes opens the door for me and I slip inside. He eases into the seat next to me, gripping my thigh tightly. “What do you want for breakfast?”
“You,” I say, kissing him.
He chuckles. “You said you were hungry.”
I shrug. “I’m just nervous now. How about we wait and get an early lunch on the way back?”
“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He squeezes my thigh as we travel through Wynton’s busy morning traffic.
My heart is pounding against my rib cage at the thought of seeing our new home. I’m still torn whether I should be annoyed with him. “Didn’t you consider I might like a say in the decision of buying our home?”
He turns his head to the side with that silly smirk on his face, the one that used to get me so riled up. “I know you well enough to know you will love this place. Trust me.”
I nod and we fall into a comfortable silence. My eyes remain fixed out the window and I wonder what’s going on when Carter takes the road out of Wynton. “Where is this house?” I gaze up at him.
His smirk widens. “Be patient and you’ll find out.”
He’s unbelievable. I keep watching out of the window for about forty-five minutes, until Carter turns off the main road and down a small, dirty track drive. I frown at him. “Surely, this commute isn’t ideal for you working every day?”
“It’s worth it to live somewhere beautiful. Not to mention, it’s not like I drive myself, anyway.”
He had a point. Carter drives him everywhere. I watch out the window as a stunning large modern home comes into view. I gasp at the sight of the sea over the cliff. “Oh my God.”
Wes kisses my cheek. “You like it, don’t you?”
I glance up at him. “I love it and I haven’t even been inside it yet.”
He laughs. “I bought the place when I first moved to Wynton and have had contractors working on it ever since. I wanted to keep it a surprise. My intention was always to have it as a retreat, but I reckon it would make a great family home.” The car comes to a stop. “Come on, let’s go.” He throws open the passenger side door and helps me out, holding my hand as we continue up the path toward the front door. It’s a beautiful place. Better than anything I’d never imagined.
“There’s a nice little town called Waterford only a five-minute drive from here, with shops and a few diners. Not to mention, a pizza delivery service.” He winks.
There’s no way I can fault him with this choice. It is beyond anything I ever could have dreamed of.
“Do you want to look inside?” He asks, holding the keys up.
I snatch them from him. “That’s a stupid question.”
I rush up the stairs and unlock the door, throwing it open and gasping as the first thing I see is the sea view. The windows in front of me stretches the entire length of the large house. An open plan living area leads into a dining area and kitchen.
“What do you think?”
I spin to face my husband leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He’s always so self-assured and confident in his choices. But, it no longer gets me angry, it only makes me love him more. “I love it.”
He smirks. “Of course you do. I picked it.”
I walk toward him and punch him in the arm. “Don’t be a cocky asshole.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “You love it really.”
I press my lips to his, certain I’ve never been this happy in my life. Wes freed me from a job I hated and made me realize how important doing something I truly loved was. He makes me strive for more every single day. I can’t wait to give birth to his babies and start a family with him.
THE END
Also by Bianca Cole
Filthy Boss - Wynton Book 1
I broke the number one rule within hours of accepting my position as acting CEO.
I kissed my employee.
I didn’t know she was my employee at the time.
The next day she walks into my office and I'm shocked.
She has stumbled on evidence of an embezzlement scheme going on right under my nose.
It's my first day on the job, and it’s not going well.
I panic and tell her to mind her own business and stick to work that’s meant for her.
So she quits.
As much as I don’t want to admit it, I need her help to figure out who is doing the skimming. It means I’ve got to do something I never do and beg her to come back and help me.
Problem is, anytime we’re in the same room I can’t focus on anything but making this woman mine.
And if feelings get involved?
Yeah right.
I'm Bryson Stafford and I don't let feelings get involved.
But Tessa has shown she’s the exception to every rule.
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sp; Filthy Boss is a steamy and hot forbidden romance between boss and employee. It has hot scenes and some bad language and is only intended for readers aged 18+
Filthy Boss is a safe standalone with no cliffhanger, and a guaranteed HEA.
Click here to read on KU or buy now
Also by Bianca Cole
Filthy Professor - Wynton Book 2
I know the number one rule as a professor – never under any circumstances get involved with a student.
I'd never had a problem sticking to the rules, until the fated first day of the semester when Sasha Harman walks into the lecture hall of my British Literature class.
She captures my attention like no other woman ever has. She is beautiful, sexy and intelligent.
I try to fight it, perhaps not hard enough, but I try. But, once I taste of her, I know I can’t stop.
Then she tells me she’s a virgin and I know there is no way in hell I’m letting her go. I’m going to claim my student and make her mine, and nothing can stop me.
Filthy Professor is a steamy and hot forbidden romance between professor and student. It has hot scenes and bad language and is only intended for readers aged 18+.
Filthy Professor is a safe story in the Wynton series with no cliffhanger, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA.
Click here to read on KU or buy now
About the Author
Bianca Cole is a steamy contemporary romance author who loves to write about over the top, filthy alpha men who fall head over heels for their women. A lot of her stories have forbidden elements and the men shouldn’t be tempted, but can’t keep away long…
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