by Riley, Alexa
Hell, I didn't have her working for me but a week and was all over her. I couldn't get enough of her. She’d been my obsession for so long. Having her close calmed me. For the first times in years I felt at peace. I think knowing she was out in the world and not mine had made me restless.
Now I’m not just focused on work or school. Even people at the office have noticed a change in me. I’m not running around barking orders. Maybe that’s because I have better places to be, like in my office with my face planted between Liberty's lush thighs.
Some of my gruffness has slipped back in over the past few days I’ve been away from her. I hated leaving her knowing she wasn't feeling well. I made her keep her little ass in bed. Even though by the next day she said she was feeling fine, I pushed. I didn't like the idea of her walking around the office in her cute dresses that fluttered all around her legs without me there to keep an eye on her.
When my phone finally gets signal I watch message after message pop up. I ignore them, hitting Liberty’s phone number. It rings and rings before going to voicemail. I hang up. I go to pull up my phone’s tracking on her, but it clears out when my phone starts to ring. I see it’s my mom.
“Mom, I told you already I can’t make it tonight. I’ll call you—”
She cuts me off. “You are too coming.” I open my mouth to speak, but her next words have me pausing. “Liberty, will you grab the silver tray for me?”
“Liberty is there?” I ask. I knew my mom had this dinner planned for a while. I told her weeks ago I couldn't make it. I’d made plans to bring Liberty to Rome on that date. I wanted to attend the next family dinner with Liberty on my arm. I’m sick of us hiding what we are. I don't understand why she’s so shy about us being out together in public. I know she doesn't like attention. But I have a feeling it’s something bigger, that maybe it’s my lifestyle. I’ve been skipping my mom’s dinners lately as I didn’t want to push Liberty, but that shit is going to end.
I know she gets a little uneasy around some of the parties my mom throws. Years ago she would hide out in the kitchen and help her mother out. I loved and hated it. I loved it because it kept her out of the line of sight of other men, but I hated it because I wanted her by my side. Either way, it’s something we are going to have to work out. I’m sick of hiding us. She’s mine and I want everyone to know that shit. I don’t care about our age gap or anything else. All that matters is us.
I’ve waited years for her, to be able to have her. I don't want to wait any longer, but I also don’t want to send her running. I don’t know what I’d fucking do if she took off on me. I’d lose it.
“Yep, she’s here helping her mother. I think someone called out, so Liberty came over to help out.” I grip the phone, not liking the idea of Liberty working at the house. I know it’s fucking ridiculous because she works for me. I hate the thought of her being the help at the house. She’s to be a guest. Or at the very least only helping because we’re now her family and she would then join everyone at the table, not serve it when it was time to eat.
“I’ll see you in a little,” she finishes before hanging up, not giving me time to say anything else.
“Fuck,” I mumble as I make my way out of the airport. I nod at Ben when I see him waiting for me. I toss my bag into the trunk before sliding into the back of the car. I lean back and take a breath, feeling somewhat at ease that I know where she is and that she is fine.
I know Liberty said at first that maybe we should keep this quiet. At the time I agreed because I was so fucking happy to have her in my arms that I would have agreed to anything to keep her sweet ass there.
That wasn't going to work any longer.
Chapter Three
Liberty
“You look pretty tonight, Liberty.” I turn at the sound of Evianna’s voice. She’s standing in the entryway to the kitchen. I’m putting the finishing touches on a cake I made earlier. She’s in a deep royal-blue dress that molds to her slim body. Her blonde hair is pulled back with diamond-covered clips. She looks classy and elegant. Like always.
“You do too,” I respond. Because she does. I tuck a lock of my dark brown hair behind my ear. I’m sure I look a mess. I’ve been running around like crazy.
Evianna walks in, leaning up against the counter I’m at. She picks up a strawberry and dips it into a bowl of cream cheese icing, then moans around it. “I’ll have to run an extra mile, but it’s worth it.”
I smile at her. For a body like hers, I’m guessing she lives in the gym. I wish I had some kind of will power. I’ve already eaten eight strawberries with extra cream cheese icing and I have no plans to run or go near a gym, even though there's one in our building. I’m face-planting myself into bed as soon as I leave here. And that’s gonna be soon.
I know Kamaile was on the phone with Devlin earlier and that he was on his way here. I knew I couldn't face seeing him with his mother pushing Evianna on him. I want to hate her, but she’s always so nice to me.
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, keeping the smile on my face.
“Devlin here yet?” She smiles at me.
I just shrug like I have no idea.
“I figured not. Normally if he’s here and you're here he’s not far from you.” My cheeks warm at her words. I turn and wipe down the counter to hide my blush. I don’t know where she got that idea from.
“Evianna, can I have a moment with Liberty please?” I still at that deep voice for a moment. I peek over my shoulder to see Devlin standing behind Evianna. The look on his face is hard. Intense. Why is he all pissy? Then I remember my phone is in my purse and I know he’s pissed he hasn't been able to get a hold of me. I wonder if he needed something for work.
I hadn't thought about it. He’d told me to take the week off while he was gone since I felt nauseated the day he was set to leave. When my mom called needing help with tonight, I told her I’d lend her a hand. I wouldn't leave my mom in a bind if I had the means to help, and I did. I was feeling fine. I just wanted to be out of here before Devlin got here.
He never mentioned to me he was going to his mother’s dinner, but he never said he wasn't either. It’s been on his schedule for weeks, with no word said about it, so I figured he was going. Not that he’d asked me to go with him.
I have no idea how Kamaile would have reacted if Devlin brought me as a date. I know she has ideas about how she wants things to go. She’s an overplanner, and while she is sweet, she still cares about appearances.
Devlin’s appearance right now isn't his best. His normally perfect suit is wrinkled like he slept in it. His hair is a little wild, matching the look in his eyes. He also doesn't look like he’s shaved in a few days. That’s not normal for Devlin. He’s kind of like his mother in a lot of ways, making sure he looks and is his best.
I can’t imagine I’ll ever fit the role of the woman he’ll spend the rest of his life with. It’s an impossible image to live up to. I glance over to Evianna, who is looking between the two of us. Her bright blue eyes are curious.
Devlin’s eyes never leave me. “Yeah, sure,” she finally responds after a moment. She slips past Devlin and walks out of the kitchen.
“You’ll probably need to change,” I say. It’s the only thing I can come up with at this second. Even though he’s a rumpled mess, he’s still the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. My heart flutters at him being close to me again. It always does. Stupid heart wanting things it can’t have.
Devlin’s jaw tightens. He ignores my words as he stalks towards me. I back up, bumping into the counter. That only seems to make his anger grow. I can feel it in the air. My heart pounds. Maybe he found out about me being pregnant…
The doctor he’d sent to check on me assured me he wouldn't tell him. I wasn’t going to hide it from him. I just needed time to process it myself, but maybe the doctor lied. I wouldn't be shocked. Everyone is always trying to get into Devlin’s good graces. He is, after all, one of the most powerful men in the city. Devlin always get
s what he wants.
That’s about to change.
Chapter Four
Devlin
My body only relaxes for a moment when I get my eyes on Liberty. I had a one-track mind from the moment the plane landed back in the States. Who am I kidding? It’s been like this a lot longer than that.
I stalk towards her now that we are alone. She retreats and bumps into the counter. I fight back a growl as she moves away from me. She looks adorably fuckable right now. Her rich chocolate-colored hair falls in waves around her. The apron she’s wearing is dotted with specks of whatever desserts she’s been making.
A trace of something white streaks across her cheek. I place one hand on either side of her, caging her in. If anyone were to walk into the kitchen right now they wouldn't be able to see her. She’s so freaking tiny and my big form blocks her from view.
Her eyes are cast down and she won’t look at me. I fight a smile as my body relaxes at her proximity, breathing in her sweet floral smell. I don’t know how she does it, but she always smells like flowers. Just the hint of the scent of flowers now and I’m hard as a fucking rock.
I lean down and lick her sweet tasting skin. I moan. God, she’s always so fucking soft. I didn’t know skin could be this soft until her. Everything about her has a sweet softness to it.
“Devlin. Someone will see us,” she whispers as she digs her hands into the front of my suit. I grit my teeth, then lift her up and carry her out of the kitchen into the giant walk-in pantry. I don’t want anyone else seeing us like this either, but I know she’s saying that shit because she doesn't want anyone to find out about us.
I move her easily, letting the pantry doors fall closed behind us. I take her mouth a little harder than I mean to, but this shit is getting old. On top of me being away from her and out of contact for hours, she’s terrified someone will find out about us. I’m on edge. I need her.
Now.
I push my tongue into her mouth, dominating her, reminding myself she belongs to me and that my little treasure is still mine. I pin her to the wall as I eat at her mouth and nip at her lips. It isn’t enough. I need to taste more of her. I pull my mouth from hers, dropping to my knees in front of her. I watch her honey-colored eyes widen. Her flushed cheeks turn even redder. My cock jerks at the innocence pouring off her, my balls pulling tight in need of release, but I ignore it. I want her pleasure more. Something about seeing her come undone for me makes me feel like a king. I can give her something no one else ever has.
I slide my hand up under her skirt and watch her breathing pick up. It comes out in little puffs. She shoots a glance over to the pantry doors, and I grab her thighs, drawing her attention back to me where it should me.
“Lift the skirt, Liberty,” I command her. She licks her swollen lips, and her hands move to do as I told her. At the same time I slide her panties down her thighs. I want to see her pussy bare.
She steps out of the panties and I shove them into my pocket. My eyes leave hers, going to the place between her legs. I suck in a breath when her dress finally reaches her pussy.
I waste no time throwing one of her legs over my shoulder as I thrust my face right between her thighs. I groan at the first taste of her sweet honey. I inhale deeply, wanting to ingrain her smell inside me.
My fingers dig into her hip, keeping her pinned to the wall. My other hand joins in, taking her pussy as mine as I slide one finger to her core. I try to push in, but even though she’s so wet and on the verge of cumming, it’s a fight to get the single finger in.
“I’m gone a few days and your pussy tightens up like a virgin all over again.” I look up at her. Her lips are parted, her breathing is heavy. I know she isn’t going to answer me. My shy girl. But I also know how fucking horny she gets when I talk dirty to her. I’m the only man to ever do anything dirty to her. Fuck, I’m the only man to ever do anything to her. She’s mine alone. No one will ever know her like this.
My cock leaks cum at the reminder. “Don’t worry. I learned my lesson. I’m never leaving this pussy again. I’ll make sure I keep it well used.” She moans at my words. I drag my tongue across her clit before sucking it into my mouth. Her little legs start to shake. She lets out a moan and I turn, biting her thigh and making her gasp.
“Quiet,” I growl. I don’t want anyone to hear her little moans. They have my cock already dripping with need to be inside her. I don’t want to think of them doing that to someone else. I’m possessive and jealous as fuck when it comes to her. Her mouth clamps shut and I go back to eating her. It doesn't take much before she's cumming undone.
I swear my chest puffs out with pride that she was so on edge she came that fast. Her body must have been missing the pleasure I bring it. I have it craving me now and I intend to keep it that way.
I let her leg drop from my shoulder, but I keep my hand tight on her hip to make sure she doesn't move. Coming to my feet. I kiss her again. This time I do it slowly, even though my cock is begging for something else. When I pull back, she lays her head on my chest. We stay like that for a few moments.
“Devlin!” I hear a voice. My mom is looking for me. Liberty's body goes solid, no longer the warm bundle of pure pleasure leaning on me.
“Fuck,” I mutter. I pull back and look down at her. She looks like she was just fucked. I want to pull my cock out and make that true, but I don’t want my mom walking in on us while I got my cock stuffed tight in my girl.
I right her dress and tuck her hair behind her ear before I pull at the string of the apron tied around her neck. I toss it over onto one of the shelves.
“Get your little ass home. I want you naked in our bed when I get there.” She just stares up at me.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re still feeling okay, right?” I push. Feeling like an asshole is something I normally don’t care about with people, but she’s different. Always has been and always will be.
She nods. I kiss her again.
“You go first,” I tell her.
“You have to let me go.” My fingers tighten a little at her words. Then I realize that I’m holding her back from doing what I just told her to do. Reluctantly, I pull my hands from her and watch her walk quickly from me out the pantry doors.
Chapter Five
Liberty
My legs feel like jelly as I rush out of the pantry. We were on the same page about me getting out of here. What would have happened if someone had walked in on us? Kamaile likely would have died. I already feel like I don’t fit into this world. Now I’m adding to it by letting her son have his way with me while hiding out in the pantry.
I groan at the thought. Maybe this is why no one has ever seen Devlin with a girl before, because he’s good at hiding it. My blood turns cold at the thought of him having done this before with one of the women his mother had invited over. The sudden urge to vomit hits me.
I rush to the bathroom and barely make it in time. I haven't thrown up since the day Devlin left and he called the doctor to come see me. My hand goes to my stomach before I make my way over to the sink to wash my mouth out. I look at myself in the mirror and see my lips are still swollen from Devlin. I splash some water onto my face to cool myself down.
I use a towel to dry my face before opening the door.
“Kamaile. You need to leave it be.” I see Hector, Devlin’ father standing in the hallway talking to Kamaile.
“I want grandbabies,” she whispers, though it’s so loud it’s almost a shout.
Hector's eyes come to mine.
“Sorry. I was just heading out.” I tell them as Kamaile turns to look at me.
“You all right?” Kamaile steps towards me and her hand goes to my head. My face must be flushed, probably because the woman before me is going to be getting a grandchild sooner than she knows. I’m just guessing she doesn’t want one from me. No, the person she has in mind is likely in the other room talking to Devlin right now.
“Fine. I felt a little nauseous is all. I’m heading home now to lie down.
”
Concern shows on her face. “I’ll call a driver around.” She walks over to the phone and picks it up to make a call.
“Thank you,” I tell her, then make my way to the entryway and grab my purse. I pull my phone out and see I have a few missed calls from Devlin. I clear them and send my mom a text telling her I’m heading home for the night. I know I should go track her down and tell her myself, but I don’t want to risk running into Devlin again. Besides, he already told me to leave. It’s not like he asked me to stay and have dinner. No, he wanted me out of here.
When I look up from my phone I see the car pull up outside. Kamaile calls my name, but I pretend I don’t hear her and hop into the car. When it pulls off, I fall back into the seat and let my eyes fall closed. I cup my stomach again. I’ve been doing it a lot since I found out I’m having a baby.
My mind once again runs through all the ways Devlin might react to me being pregnant. I try to push the thoughts from my head. I don’t want to let myself get worked up. I tell myself one way or another it will all work itself out. No matter what happens, I’ll still have this little baby.
“Miss Liberty.” The driver gets my attention and I see we are home.
“Thanks,” I tell him as I slip from the car. I didn’t go to Devlin’s like he told me to. Instead I go to my place. When I enter and look around, the place doesn't feel like home. I barely unpacked anything and most of the furniture was here when I moved it. Nothing is really mine. I go to my bedroom and find some pajamas. Even my closet is bare. Over the past few months more and more of my stuff has ended up over at Devlin’s. It's going to be so awkward getting my stuff from his place.
