Forbidden Desires Box Set

by Katy Kaylee

  I slid my wet hand out from under her bottoms and was about to pull them down when she grabbed my wrists.

  “Not yet,” she breathed and forced me to take a step back.

  I inhaled and exhaled slowly and much to my delight, she knelt down in front of me and grabbed the waistband of my pants. As she slid them down, my erection was freed, but I didn’t feel at all exposed. She glanced up at me, looking a little overwhelmed, but opened her mouth and sucked me off. It was even better than I imagined it would be, and I groaned more than once. I had no idea how long she had my cock in her mouth, but it was fucking glorious.

  “Holy fuck,” I muttered under my breath.

  She slowly took it out of her mouth and stood from the floor, never taking her eyes off me. Of course I was about as horny as can be and I reached for her bikini bottoms. She allowed me to pull them down and she stepped out of them as soon as they fell to the floor.

  I quickly glanced around me, seeing vacant counter space and scooped her up in my arms.

  “Where are you taking me, Mr. Marsh?” she whispered, again in that innocent voice.

  “Let me show you what a real man does with a woman like you,” I answered, and my words seemed to please her.

  I placed her on the counter and she pulled me towards her, her legs on either side of my. The head of my cock skimmed her thigh and I could barely keep it together. Her hands ran across my chest and she drew me again, kissing me on the lips. My own hands traveled from her knees to her hips and up her torso. Her bikini top was easy to loosen, even with one hand. I cupped her tits with both my hands and they felt fucking incredible. Her nipples were hard and I played with them as I continued to explore her mouth, and she mine.

  “Take it,” she whispered against my lips and I wasn't going to wait to be asked twice.

  I picked her up slightly, and pressed my rock hard cock inside her, sliding in easily. She was tight and it felt absolutely fucking incredible. She gasped as I entered her, but kissed me again, lowering herself, and me onto the length of the counter.

  I thrusted inside her with force and vigor, hoping that I wasn't hurting her, but I just couldn’t help it. She had been torturing me for nearly a week, flaunting herself in front of me on purpose. She wanted this, she even told me she did, so this was her own damn fault.

  “Oh, god,” she panted.

  “Oh, you like that? I asked.

  “Fuck yes. Don’t stop.”

  I didn’t have any intention to stop. I wanted her to come, and come hard. I wanted her to walk funny for a week, and I wanted her to be satisfied in every possibly way.

  I continued to thrust into her, grabbing hold of the edges of the marble counter for extra support. She moaned below me, grabbing her tits and arching her back. I could feel the sweat rolling down my back, but I kept going.

  After adjusting my arms, I lightly pressed my thumb against her clit and she gasped a few times. Rubbing it in a circular motion sent her over the edge a few times, and I felt her tightening around my cock.

  My own orgasm was moments away and I went for the win, grabbing her hips, thrusting deeper and harder. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly. “Oh god!”

  A powerful orgasm ripped through me, my muscles burnt, and my chest was tight, but I didn’t want it to end. I came deep inside of her and I collapsed on top of her, breathing raggedly.

  “Oh my god,” she panted.

  I didn’t say anything, as I was too out of breath, and frankly, there was nothing any one of us could say that could possibly top what we were feeling at that moment.

  I felt her heart beat fast in her chest and we simply lay there, on the counter, my feet still planted firmly on the floor.

  I slowly pushed my upper body off her, but not completely, and glanced down at her. Her blue eyes were practically glowing as she stared up at nothing in particular and her cheeks were flushed pink. The hair close to her scalp was damp, and her luscious lips quivered slightly. She diverted her eyes, meeting my gaze and a smirk ran across her lips.

  “Tell me what you’re thinking,” I said in a semi-demanding tone.

  “I’m not sure. I’ll have to get back to you on that,” she whispered, right before I lowered face and kissed her sweet lips one last time.

  Malia

  I was almost sorry that it was over, but it was better this way. He was my boss and I was the one who both initiated this whole thing and suggested to him that this was a one-time thing only.

  How could I experience that only once?

  The hot water of the shower ran down my skin, minutes after Dillon and I left the pool house, but I could still feel his touch. I could still smell his cologne on my skin, and I didn't want that smell to ever go away.

  I was definitely never going to wash my bikini again, as it had his scent all over it.

  I stopped abruptly and bit my lower lip.

  I was in trouble, because he was all I could think about.

  Maybe this was just a euphoric after-sex state that would soon fade and I’d be back to normal. The only problem was that I wasn't sure if I wanted to stop feeling this way. Having sex with Dillon was far beyond what I had imagined. He exceeded even my wildest expectations and I knew that once with him was not enough.

  Fuck, I was so pathetic. I seriously dug a giant fucking hole for myself. It was only supposed to be once, but now I only wanted more. Dillon was like a drug to me and I was completely addicted.

  No, Malia. For god’s sake!

  Silent scolding sessions were about as real as it would get for me, and I by the end of my shower, I was pretty determined not to allow my sexual feelings to get in the way of everything I had built for myself here. There was too much at stake now, and the quicker I accepted the fact that nothing more was going to happen with me and Dillon, the better. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel and quickly got dressed. It was almost time to fetch Willow at school, and heaven only knew how I was going to wipe this stupid smile off my face. She’d notice it for sure, and so would Dillon. I didn’t want him to think that I was in love with him or something.

  I went downstairs and froze for a moment as I saw him in the kitchen, fixing himself a drink. I took a deep breath and urged myself not to allow his presence to make things weird, although I feared that we were way passed weird.

  “Hey,” he said casually.

  “Hey,” I reciprocated.

  “Would you like a drink?” he asked.

  “Uhm, no,” I said and motioned to my wristwatch, “I have to fetch Willow, so I can’t.”

  “I sent Mike to fetch her in the Jaguar,” he said and handed me a glass. “Here.”

  “Sure,” I said slowly and took the glass from him.

  “That was some afternoon,” he said and I frowned at him.

  “Okay, this feels a little weird. Wouldn’t you agree?” I asked.

  “A little, but we’re both adults, right?”

  I bit my lip, already regretting this entire fucking thing. “Right.”

  “We have no reason for it to be weird.”

  “Sure,” I said and drank down the drink in one go. “I have to go…do…something.”

  I rushed out of the kitchen and practically sprinted up the stairs to my bedroom.

  Why was this so weird, I asked myself over and over again as I tried to scrape together the courage to phone Claire? What was I even going to tell her? That I had the best sex of my life with Dillon and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even though it was my idea in the first place? No, that would suffice.

  Before I could call her, I heard the Jaguar pull into the driveway and I stopped pacing, which I only realized just as I stopped.

  This was a disaster.

  “No, Malia,” I scolded myself in a voice that only I could hear. “You have to fucking pull yourself together. You haven’t had sex in a while, and now this happened and you’re acting insane. He’s not going to marry you, you’re not in l
ove with him, so get over yourself already.” I stopped talking and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. “I can do this,” I repeated to myself and ran my fingers through my hair. “I can do this. Just act normally,” I said with a cringe.

  About a week later, which had been the weirdest and most uncomfortable week of my life, Willow and I sat in the kitchen, finishing the last few pages of her homework. To me it felt like Dillon was avoiding me to such a point that we barely even made eye contact with me, which wasn’t quite what I was hoping for, but entirely justified. He was right, it would be weird, and I constantly worried that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. Soon he would realize it too, and then I’d probably be out of a job. I didn't let that affect my attitude or dedication to Willow. In fact, at times I felt as though I was overcompensating a little.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Dillon pacing around the living area. He was on his phone, looking even more pensive than at even the most strenuous times and I wondered what was going on. I heard the word replacement and work ethic and my shoulders slumped. That was it. He was actually planning on replacing me with someone else, because it was just too weird. I couldn’t argue with that, but he could have had the decency to at least tell me before he started making calls. I clenched my jaw but turned my attention back to Willow, who was spelling out the most insane words to me, with astonishing accuracy.

  “They’re seriously expecting you to be able to spell these words? You’re nine years old,” I said in disbelief and glanced at the list of words. “Atrocious, presumptuous, indignant. This is ridiculous. When I was your age I played with play dough and mud.”

  “That was a long time ago, wasn’t it?” she asked innocently, and I couldn’t be offended by that.

  Fuck knows I already reached my fair share of being offended today.

  “A little, yeah,” I sighed. “I suddenly feel very old.”

  “It’s okay, Malia. You’re still not nearly as old as Daddy,” Willow said assuringly.

  Great, I thought. Rub that in my face some more, kid.

  Dillon entered the kitchen with a stern expression on his face, and as soon as our gazes met, he turned to Willow. “Are you done with your homework, honey?”

  “Pretty much. I was just spelling out the last of my words,” she answered.

  “And do you know them all?” he asked curtly.

  Something was definitely about to go down, and I dreaded it already.

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Okay, good. Could you go to your room and keep yourself occupied for a while?” he asked with such a kind and nice tone, that even I wanted to go upstairs and keep myself occupied.

  “Is everything okay, Daddy?” she asked with a frown.

  “Everything is fine. I just need to talk to Malia about something.”

  “Grown-up talk, or business talk?” Willow asked.

  “A little bit of both,” he answered.

  “If that’s the case, you should really consider giving Malia a raise. She’s the best,” Willow said as she gathered up her books and worksheets.

  “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said with a smile. “I’ll be up in a bit.”

  “Take your time, Daddy. I know business talk can be pretty tedious,” Willow said, spelling out her last word. “T. E. D. I. O. U. S.”

  “Perfect,” Dillon said and kissed her on the top of her head.

  I glanced nervously at Dillon and he backed away from me. “My study. Now.”

  I felt like I was in school again, being summoned to the principal’s office, and I swear to god I was just as terrified. Dillon, even though he was so sweet and adorable with Willow, had a certain way about him that was intimidating, and lightly terrifying. I would jokingly refer to it as his corporate asshole face, but it was real, and right at this moment, I was a little terrified.

  He was probably going to tell me that I had to pack my bags and get the hell out of there. I had crossed a line – we had crossed a line – and there was no way to go back from that.

  I followed him to his downstairs study, overlooking the pool house and I wondered whether he did it on purpose – to rub my nose in it.

  I took a deep breath and turned around as he closed the door of his study. “Have a seat, Malia.”

  I attempted to swallow down the giant lump that lodged itself in my throat and simply nodded as I sat down on the soft leather wingback chair. He didn’t sit down behind his desk, but instead leaned against the edge of the desk, and stared directly at me.

  “I’m not going to pretend that it hasn’t been an uncomfortable week for me, and I think you can agree,” he said calmly and I nodded, again wordlessly. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why is this so uncomfortable?” he asked.

  “Because we did something that we weren’t supposed to do. We crossed a line, and there is no going back from that,” I said, because it was the most honest thing I could think of.

  “Malia-”

  “No, wait,” I said, interrupting him as I raised my hands up in the air. “If you’re going to tell me to pack my things and go, then spare me the corporate speech,” I said with a miserable sigh.

  “That wasn’t why I wanted to talk to you,” he said with a frown.

  “It wasn’t?” I asked, clearly confused by this whole situation.

  “No. Not at all.”

  “Then what did you want to talk about?” I asked.

  “Well, I was wondering whether we could renegotiate the terms of this agreement, if you want to call it that,” he said.

  I narrowed my eyes at him and asked, “Agreement? What exactly do you mean by that, Mr. Marsh?”

  A crooked smile appeared on his lips for a moment, and I could clearly see that he was enjoying being addressed so formally for a change. If I was being completely truthful, it was a bit of a turn-on for me as well.

  “Correct me if I am wrong, but what we did, in the pool house, was nothing short of…” His voice trailed as he seemed to search for the right word. “It was fucking amazing.”

  My jaw dropped and I glanced at him in disbelief and shock for a moment. “I don’t understand,” I stuttered.

  “Would you be interested in doing it again?” he asked.

  Holy fuck, was he serious?

  “Uhm…” I had no words.

  “Truth be told, I’ve been thinking about it nonstop for the past week and,” he said and glanced at me, his brown eyes practically swirling, beckoning me in. It felt as though they were trying to enchant me, get me under his spell, when the fact of the matter was that I had already been, even before we had sex.

  “I know you have too,” he continued.

  “But you’ve been avoiding me,” I countered.

  “I know, and I thought that would be best, but seeing you in my house, sitting on my furniture, wanting to talk to you and be around you without making everything worse, just seemed impossible. I can’t pretend that it didn't happen, and I am definitely not satisfied with only once,” he concluded.

  I was gobsmacked. For the first time in my life I had no idea what to say, or what to think. I simply stared at him for what felt like an eternity without saying a single thing.

  “If you want to think about it, then you’re welcome to. If you tell me to fuck off, then I will. I will back away and try to carry on with my life. It’s not going to be easy, but I respect whatever you decide.”

  “That’s not fair,” I muttered.

  “What do you mean?” he asked.

  “How can you expect me to make a sound decision when you say fucking adorable things like that?” I asked.

  A small smile briefly formed on his lips and he lowered his gaze.

  “But you’re right, I do need to think about it. It wasn't my intention to do it more than once, so this definitely changes things, a little,” I said with a shrug.

  “I understand,” he said and walked to the door of the study. Before he opened it, he turned back to me and said, “I’m giv
ing you a few days off, for a bit of space.”

  “You are?”

  “Yes. I know it has been a but weird and you deserve to objectively think about things. I don’t want to influence your decision.”

  “You will, even if I’m not here.”

  “I get that, but you deserve a few days off.”

  “What about Willow? How will she get to school and-”

  “I’ll handle it. You can stay in my apartment in Lake Park. It’s fully equipped.”

  “So you’re not firing me?”

  “No. Not at all. We wouldn’t want to lose you,” he said before he opened the door and turned to me. “You know where to find me.”

  I nodded and stood from the chair. “That I do,” I said and left the study, still feeling his eyes on me until I was completely out of sight.

  I had not anticipated this, not even in the least, but now I felt like I was in over my head, waves crashing over me, pulling me under. I never planned on this happening, but I couldn’t deny the butterflies in my stomach just thinking about Dillon’s words.

  He was thinking about it nonstop, which I was as well. He wanted to do it again, which I did too. Somehow I thought this was going to end badly, but it still could.

  I had a lot of thinking to do, clearly, but I already knew what I was going to choose.

  Dillon

  The next day at work was infuriating, as my personal assistant and secretary, was just being a little useless. Maybe I was just being impatient and a real pain in he ass, but I had every right to be. I didn't know how much I missed having Malia around the house, helping with Willow and everything else. She left las night after she talked to me, and Willow was upset that she couldn’t go along, but I explained to her that Malia needed a break. She hadn’t had a few days off in almost a year, and this was as good a time as any for it.