Forbidden Desires Box Set

by Katy Kaylee

  His words raised a thrill in me and I felt myself tilting towards my orgasm again.

  “Only for you,” I panted. “Only ever for you.”

  He let out a shaking groan as if I had burned him, and then his hands shoved between us again, one of them going to that button at my apex and the other snaking up my shirt to tease at my nipples. I knew what he was doing, trying to drag enough pleasure out of me to have me climaxing around him again, and how could I say no to that?

  I let my head tilt back, sliding up and down the smooth surface of the desk as he pounded into me. I took it all, reaching behind me to hold onto the edge of the desk as I arched up into him. That subtle shift changed the angle that he was within me and the next thing I knew I was keening out another release.

  Fitz followed me soon after, cursing and clutching at me like I was his final tether to Earth. And I guessed in a way I was. We’d both been so aloof, detached our own life after seeing how easily people could use or abuse other. But as he slumped over me, breathing hard and kissing praises into my skin, I felt more anchored than I had ever been.

  It was a good feeling, and I had a hunch that it might actually stick around.

  Fitz

  I leaned back in the chair that I had stolen from one of the nearby desks, stretching my shoulders out. I could still hear Bev making copies in the next room, dutifully burning the midnight oil for the launch of our brand new, fourth channel.

  It’d been three months since that fateful meeting in my office. When we both finally got our heads out of our asses and admitted we had feelings for each other. And, to be honest, it was better than I could have ever imagined.

  Sure, we had our hiccups. Bev and I were learning about each other and still getting used to this whole relationship thing. There were occasionally things I assumed she knew that she had no idea of, and I sometimes forgot that some of my bachelor habits weren’t acceptable. But we always talked through it. We never assumed the worst of each other and we heard each other out.

  It was pretty damn amazing.

  I looked to the clock. All of our teams had been working overtime to make sure we hit our launch date with everything absolutely perfect, but I had finally sent them home three hours previously. It was almost past one in the morning, and I knew Bev had to be absolutely exhausted.

  I stood, my muscles protesting as I did, and went into the copy room. Sure enough, Bev was standing determinedly in front of the machine, one hand holding a black coffee and the other grabbing the papers as soon as they were out and sorting them into one of a dozen different piles.

  “Hey beautiful,” I said, leaning against the doorway.

  She looked up at me wearily, but still just as gorgeous as ever. How an old, spoiled man like myself had ever gotten someone like her was beyond me. But I was past the point of questioning fate and decidedly on the path of appreciating the woman it had dumped in my lap.

  Mmm, she would look pretty good in my lap, actually. Considering all the rush work we had been doing for the launch, she and I hadn’t had time for any extracurricular activities in a couple of weeks. That was practically a sin in and of itself.

  “You look tired,” I said, walking towards her.

  “I thought you just said I was beautiful.”

  Ever my snarky intern. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of that. “You can be both.”

  “Hmm, good to know.”

  I crowded up behind her, wrapping my arms around her soft waist and bending so I could press my lips against her neck. She stiffened, just like she always did. Even after all these months together, she was still just as responsive. I loved that about her.

  I loved her.

  “Why don’t you come home and sleep?”

  She let out a tiny little groan and shifted, as if she was trying to focus on the copies and block me out. Well that wouldn’t do at all.

  “Your place isn’t home. My apartment is home and I’d rather keep working than gather up the energy to navigate across the city.”

  It was as if life was trying to make openings for me and before I knew it, I was talking. “It could be your home, if you wanted.”

  At that she stiffened again, and when she spoke her voice was so quiet that I could barely hear it. “Are… are you asking me to move in?”

  “Yes,” I breathed into the soft skin of her neck. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was half because I was afraid of seeing her face if she said no. The other half was because the warm, tropical scent of her pomegranate body wash and shampoo was quite a comfort to me. If I was smelling that, then it meant I was close to her, and if I was close to her, life couldn’t be that bad, could it?

  “Holy shit,” she breathed, trying to turn into me but I wouldn’t let her, holding her firm. I loved her ass pressed against me, each of her movements waking my length up from its exhausted respite. “Yes, yes! Now let me hug you!”

  “Mmm, I think I like you just like this,” I muttered, sliding my hands down her frame as my heart soared. She said yes!

  She said yes!

  I hadn’t lived with a single soul since I was seventeen year old and now I was pretty sure the love of my life had just agreed to move in.

  Her groan interrupted my high-flying and I couldn’t help but grin. Flipping her skirt up, I pulled her panties down with a practiced ease. I managed to catch a glimpse as they hit the ground and I saw that the middle was soaked with her telltale arousal.

  “Ready for me that fast?” I breathed into the back of her ear.

  She shivered against me and it was hard not to preen. “I guess, maybe, I’ve been getting through the day about thinking what we’ll do to make up for lost time after the launch.”

  “That’s my naughty girl,” I practically purred into her before freeing myself from my pants.

  Normally I liked to get her warmed up. To have her come on my hands or my mouth or something before I took her. But she was already whining and pressing against me urgently and I feared we would both fall asleep before I could get inside of her if I teased her as I normally did.

  I slid in quickly, reveling in her hiss as I filled her. Even after all this time, she was still just as tight. Just as warm. I didn’t think that I could ever grow tired of it. It would be blasphemy.

  “Move, please,” she panted below me, desperate as if I had been teasing her as usual. “I’ve been waiting for this for days.”

  That confession made me hotter than she could ever know. The thought that she had been craving yet denying herself my touch, that she yearned for it just as much as I did was maddening. It made me want to chuck my brain out a window and rut into her like there was no tomorrow.

  Ugh, she was far too dressed. Even with me inside of her, I needed to see more of her. Feel more of her.

  I pulled her back far enough from the copier that I would pull her stylish little knit shirt up and over her head. She ground back into me as I did, giggling slightly. We’d learned to slow down a bit in our three months together. To cherish, to savor, but it was still to easy to slip into our ravenous eagerness for each other.

  “Touch me,” Bev moaned, reaching back for my hands once her shirt was gone. But I kept them out of her grip as I worked on her bra. It was one of her sturdier ones, with a solid six hook and eyes in the back. Always challenging me, my little assistant.

  Finally, I had it off and tossed to the side and that was when a wicked idea came to me. A wonderful, silly, wicked idea.

  Reaching past her, I lifted the lid of the copying machine. Normally that would cause it to stop its job, but I held my palm against the start button for ten seconds and that overrode that precaution, so it kept right on doing what it was doing even with the lid up.

  “What are you-”

  But then I was bending her over, pressing that perfect, wonderful front against the bed of the copier. The light flashed, and I heard another paper being printed.

  “Fitz, you’ve got to be kidding,” she said breathlessly, laughing ever so
slightly. And I loved that sound, so damn much.

  “Hey, it’s something to remember the moment by,” I answered before diving into her.

  She clamped down around me as usual, a long moan drawing out of her throat. I stayed there a moment even though she wriggled against me like she wanted me already moving, letting my hands caress her.

  They started at her shoulder blades then traveled down her warm, soft back. I could feel her tired, taught muscles in her spine before they faded into other parts of her. I continued down her sides, squeezing, taking handfuls wherever I could, until finally both of my hands were on that perfect, heart shaped ass of hers.

  “Daddy, if you don’t move right now, I might actually go insane,” she gasped, trying to rock back against me.

  “Is that so sweetheart?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Well, guess I better move then. Can’t be ruining my favorite girl.”

  I pulled back, only to thrust into her again and her resulting moan was just perfect. We went at it, skin on skin, pleasure on pleasure. My fingers big into her hips, her ass, finding purchase so I could pull her more solidly into me. But she never complained. No, as usual, she only begged for more.

  It’d been far too long since we’d last tumbled, and the sight of her bent over the copier as it tried, and no doubt failed to scan her upper half was quickly getting to me. After perhaps only a couple of minutes of our frantic joining, I found myself reaching around her for that bundle of nerves that always saved the day.

  When my fingers found it, it was swollen and slick and that made me throb like nothing else. Bev felt it, how could she not, and pressed back into me even more insistently.

  “Give it to me, Daddy, please,” she whimpered.

  She sounded so damn good when she whimpered.

  “Are you gonna come for me? Right there on the copier?” I’d never been so mouthy in bed, but I wanted to hear her answer me. Prove that she was really there, and this wasn’t a fantasy. I wanted to hear her voice, even raspier from our actions, confess all the thing we could never say in polite company.

  “Just touch me!”

  I allowed myself a single bit of mirth at her desperate cry before my fingers did just that. They slid along either side of it, before rolling the bud between them and then she was crying out and locking around me so tightly that I couldn’t breathe.

  “That’s it,” I crooned, so proud of her, so full of pleasure that I couldn’t even think. “Just like that, sweetheart.”

  I picked up my pace at the same time, knowing that soon her legs would be shaking, and we would both be hit by the exhaustion we had been denying. Her body gripped me, not wanting me to move, but I thrust into her until I was toppling over that white-hot abyss too.

  I came so hard that I saw stars, and then we were sliding down to the grown together, a sappy, sated mess.

  I didn’t know what possessed me to speak. Sometimes with Bev it was like my mouth or other parts of my body were three steps ahead of my mind. Still, I knew it was true when my lips moved, and words slipped out.

  “I love you.”

  I watched her face carefully, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable. She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my forehead before practically melting against me.

  “I love you too, now and forever.”

  “Now and forever?” I repeated, totally and irrevocably under her spell.

  “Yup.”

  Huh, a guy could get used to that.

  Epilogue

  Beverly

  “And here’s to the business woman who’s going to knock all of our socks off!”

  “Here, here!”

  Everyone raised their hand in a toast to me, but I just covered my face, blushing at the cheesy words from Fitz. Even after two years together, he was still as sappy as when we had first confessed just how much we meant to each other.

  And I absolutely loved it.

  I looked up at his face, smiling and laughing with the friends that we had made together. They were all here to celebrate me, or rather the company I made with all the clientele I had managed to build up in the past two years, but I had my own plans in mind for the night.

  Fitz sat down next to me once more and I pulled him into a chaste little kiss. It was nothing compared to how I would hungrily devour him once we were home, but I’d learned to contain myself in polite company. Mostly.

  He gazed at me so warmly when we parted that my cheeks color and our fingers wound together like we were school yard crushes. I didn’t mind though, it distracted him from everything as the waiters started serving the dessert that we had all ordered before the toasting began.

  Just like I asked, they made sure everyone had their dish before Fitz, serving him last. I watched him from slightly as a single chocolate cupcake was placed in front of him with a white layer of frosting on top to make a flat surface. There were words on that surface, words that I had debated on using at all.

  “This isn’t what I ordered,” he said to the waiter, but I squeezed his hand to cut him off.

  “Are you sure?” I murmured. “Because I think it is.”

  He looked back to me, confused, but clearly knowing something was going on. Finally, he actually looked at the damn things and read it aloud.

  “Number one Dad,” he said slowly before chuckling slightly. He didn’t get it yet. “Hah, normally you prefer to call me Dadd-” he stopped mid word, his eyes going wide as his head snapped towards me.

  He got it now.

  “Are you-” he sputtered, too many words trying to get out of his mouth at once. “Are we- Is-”

  I nodded, feeling happy tears well up behind my eyes. “We’re pregnant,” I confirmed, barely able to get the words out.

  Suddenly he was hugging me. So warm, so tight, so loved. A cheer rounded the entire table and I could tell our friends were filming or taking photos, but for once I wanted our private moment to be recorded. I wanted to watch Fitz’ face from every angle and see the same joy that I had when he had realized.

  He pulled away, looking me over like I was some sort of modern miracle, then peppered my entire face with kisses, tears and all. I laughed giddily at his ready affection before his lips covered mine and they told me just how much I meant to him.

  And how much our child was going to mean to him.

  I was breathless by the time he pulled away and I didn’t know if I would ever catch that breath again. But I didn’t need it. I had everything I needed right in front of me.

  “I love you,” I whispered when we parted, foreheads resting against each other.

  “And I love you. More than you could ever know.”

  “Is that so?” I murmured, never passing up the chance to be a little mouthy with the man I was head over heels for. The man whose baby I was carrying. “I guess I’ve got a lifetime to figure it out then.”

  “Yes,” he rasped, smiling so tenderly I thought I might melt right there and then. “Yes, you do.”

  ***The End***

  Say Yes

  A Valentine’s Day Secret Baby Romance

  Description

  One perfect kiss just turned my upside down world right again.

  I might as well have “Divorced” tattooed to my forehead.

  The last time I was single, my brother and his best friend were still teenage twerps who couldn’t drive let alone drink.

  The joke’s on me. Ryan grew up hot. And his perfect kiss just saved my life.

  Teasing eyes. Tempting lips. Muscles that could stop traffic.

  No wonder he’s a soap opera star.

  My voluptuous curves melted against his hard abs, and the next thing I knew, I was pregnant.

  My little brother’s gonna murder him, but only if he finds out.

  I’ve never been good at keeping secrets, and Ryan’s doing all he can to pry this new one out of me.

  What happens if I tell?

  The only thing worse than losing my family would be losing him.

  Has love
always been a four letter word?

  Gwen

  “You moved into this house in a single day? I can’t believe it… it took me two weeks to get everything unpacked when I moved.” Smiling faintly as my cousin pulled me into a tight hug, I only hummed at her question, and anxiety gnawed at my gut. “I love this house, though- it’s so quaint and cute. You did a good job nabbing it. It’s three bedrooms, too, right?”

  “Yeah. There’s some food in the kitchen…” Shutting the front door of my brand-spankin’-new house, I let Kelly rub my back as her eyes flooded with sympathy. “I’m glad to be back home, honestly. San Francisco was taking its toll on me.”

  “We’re glad you’re back, Gwen. I missed you.” Sourness coated my tongue as I licked my lips heavily, and I glanced over my shoulder at the two-dozen people lingering around my house. All of the faces were familiar, if only vaguely, and it hit me like a slap to the face that I’d been gone for 12 years. Friends that I’d fallen out of touch with caught up with each other; my parents kept at least one eye on me; my little brother had very clearly had a few beers.

  There was a certain strangeness to it, now that I was older. What was normal, here? What should I do, now? Crossing my arms over my chest, I rubbed my cheek with the back of my fingers as I stared dazedly at the pristine carpet underfoot. This wasn’t a case of ‘picking up the pieces’; I’d left that shattered world behind when I sold my restaurant and moved back home.

  Well, more accurately, when I first filed for divorce could’ve been the moment I knew that starting over was the better option. I hated San Francisco with all it’s stupid hills, stupid hipsters, stupid memories.

  “I hate being a statistic.” Grumbling to myself, I shuffled towards the kitchen to grab a glass that had never been used from one of the top cabinets. The drone of conversations from the living room fell away some, and I popped open the refrigerator for the water pitcher. Leaning on the counter to sip my drink, I frowned under furrowed brows. This party was turning into a mistake- it wasn’t doing its job and distracting me from my train-wreck of a life.