Boss Unyielding: A Secret Baby Office Romance (The Boss Series Book 1)

by Nicole R. Locker

  It was overwhelming, but his hands in her hair felt so good. His lips against hers were like heaven, and she couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. She felt so happy to be in his arms, and for him to know this secret she’d been holding in for weeks. She had thought he would leave when he found out that her baby was his, but here he was, right here in front of her, not going anywhere.

  “Stay with me tonight,” he whispered into her mouth as he pulled her lower lip in to suck and nibble and run his smooth tongue over.

  She pulled back to look at him. She brushed her fingers over the cut on his lip, the scar just beneath, the scar over his eyebrow, and the crinkles in the corners of his eyes. She felt so much for this man, there was no other answer.

  “Okay,” she agreed, and before she knew it, he was carrying her into his tenth story condo in the upscale Worthington District of Houston with her legs wrapped around his waist.

  TWENTY FIVE

  He laid her down on his bed and climbed in next to her, caressing his hand down the soft, velvety skin of her cheek, down the curve of her waist, and he kissed her again. Her lips had never felt so soft, and he reveled in her scent, the feel of her body, and the waves of her hair that surrounded him.

  “Does this mean I’m not fired?” she asked, hopeful, with a playful grin.

  He chuckled into the sensitive skin on her neck, sending chills through her whole body. “About that,” he said. “I think it’s time to give you a new title,” he told her.

  He sat up, pulled his shirt over his head revealing the ripples of muscle and tattoos that made her mouth water, and she felt her body begin to hum with excitement and anticipation for him.

  “Oh? And what title is that?” she asked, reaching up to run her fingers over his hardened pecks and down to dip below the waist of his pants. He groaned at the sensual touch of her soft hands.

  “I was thinking of Team Lead in the Quality Assurance Department,” he answered, moving down to pull the cotton pajama pants down her smooth, delectable legs.

  “Really? Quality Assurance?” she asked, raising her arms so that he could peel her tank top and sports bra up over her head.

  “You’ve got an incredible eye, Farren, and a deep knowledge for this position. You catch things even I don’t catch, and I can’t imagine anyone better for it. Plus, it’s a position that will allow you to take part in basically every area of my company,” he said, rising to stand on his knees as he unbuckled his pants and let them slide off him before he crawled up her body once again, giving each inch of her skin the attention it deserved and craved.

  “I like that,” she said as he trailed soft kisses down her stomach, lingering with his stubbly cheek against her lower belly for a while longer than the other areas, and she meant the words for both the new title and the blissful torment he was giving her at the moment.

  He moved down and trailed kisses along her inner thighs, and she gasped, anticipating where he was undoubtedly going next. Her fingers went to thread into his hair as he settled between her legs and wasted no time tasting her, covering her clit with his mouth and sucking hard, making her cry out in glorious sensation.

  “Oh yes! Oh-oh, fuck, yes!” she cried as his tongue alternated between thrusting into her, licking up and down her soft, pink folds, and flicking her clit before he went back to sucking it again.

  Her fingers dug into the sheets of his bed beneath her as she writhed beneath him, and her hips began thrusting into his licks and sucks, letting her body absorb all of the pleasure he bestowed.

  When she cried out again, he could taste her wetness, and he knew she was close. He plunged two fingers into her and crooked them up just so, hitting her G-spot, and she came violently undone around him, her insides convulsing and squeezing his fingers as she screamed a string of incoherent cries of ecstasy.

  Fuck, he loved seeing this woman come, and he wanted to see it again, and again, tonight and every night.

  “You’re so beautiful when you come, Farren,” he complimented in a heavy whisper, and her face flushed.

  He had her flip over onto her stomach, and he climbed up her body, massaging her thighs, her ass, pressing into the muscles up her back, reaching her shoulders, and he pulled her long, silky hair to the side to get an uninterrupted view of her glorious body.

  He lay his body atop hers, and she groaned in pleasure at the feel of his weight atop her, like a full-body hug she never wanted to end.

  His face moved close to hers, and he whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Baby, I want you so much.”

  His words were sincere and vulnerable, and she could feel herself melting beneath him, her heart so full of happiness.

  Her breath hitched, and the words sent shivers through her, from head to toe, right down to the tips of her fingers, and right to the very core of her that began to ache for him once again.

  He didn’t disappoint. He shifted his hips and stroked the head of his cock down her soaking crease, making her whimper with need. Then he pressed into her, slowly, letting them each savor every sensation their bodies felt with the sweet, sweet friction.

  Once he pushed all the way in and his body was flush against hers, his mouth went to hers, and he kissed her deeply as he began a slow rhythm of torment, driving them each wild with desire.

  “Rogan, yes, right there,” she cried, and the sound of his name on her lips had him pushing harder into her, letting his hand push under her to cover her mound, pressing his fingers into her clit, and she cried out again, and again.

  “Oh, fuck, don’t stop, don’t stop,” she moaned, immediately followed by a whimper, and her fingers clawed the fuck out of his pillows.

  “I’m going to come so hard, oh God, I’m going to come.” Her voice came out an octave higher, and fuck if it didn’t bring him to the brink, but he kept giving it to her, kept pounding into her tight little body, pressing his fingers deep into her flesh, kissing her lips and absorbing her cries of sheer and utter pleasure.

  Then she exploded, coming apart around him, yelling out his name. Her breathing came hard and heavy, her chest rising and falling in rapid motion as a layer of sweat glistened over her skin, but he wasn’t done.

  He slid out of her and lay next to her on the bed. He kissed her senseless, and she felt their connection deepening, felt a bond forming between them as he lifted her weakened body and she followed where he led her to lie atop him.

  She straddled his stomach, and he could feel her juices dripping onto him. She was so wet for him still, but this was not a rush to the finish line. He intended to milk every ounce of pleasure she could withstand tonight, because he’d waited too long to enjoy this woman and please her in ways she’d never imagined.

  His fingers massaged into the sides of her hips, massaged up her waist, and as she leaned down to kiss him, he cupped her enlarged, tender breasts, brushing over her nipples as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. Soon, she was grinding her hips into him, and he knew she was ready for him once more.

  He took her hips in his strong hands and lifted her, guided her back down onto him, and buried himself into her orgasmic little cunt, reveling in the sound she made as she took him all the way in to the hilt.

  The skin of her bare chest against his felt so amazing, the way her full breasts pressed into him, and he slid his hands over the bare skin of her ass as she began her own slow torment now. Fuck, she was driving him wild, and when she rose up to straighten her back as she drilled him into her, she mewled and moaned, taking her pleasure from him as she pleased.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he growled, pumping into her. He moved his fingers to her lower lips and tormented her clit with one hand as he pressed one of her nipples between the fingers of his other. She moaned again, bringing one of her hands from his abs to cover the hand that pinched her nipple.

  “You like that” he asked, breathless, and her response was just as breathless, a resounding yes.

  “Rogan,” she breathed.

  “Yes?”


  “Make love to me, please,” she begged.

  Then he sat up to meet her, bringing her closer to him as he continued thrusting his cock deeper and deeper inside her. He brought his hands up to cup her face, and his lips worshiped hers.

  “Baby, I am,” he answered her, sweet and sure, and it was her final undoing.

  EPILOGUE

  Rita came in, eyeing Farren suspiciously as Farren straightened her blouse and tried to smooth her hair that Rogan had just been combing his fingers through as he had given her a thorough lip lock before the knock at the door had sent them scattering like bugs.

  “Okay, sir, I’m going to go check on that new mock-up that Mike sent over earlier. I’ll be in my office if you need me,” Farren said, hoping to hide the redness from the heat in her cheeks as she rushed out through the side door back to her own office.

  Waddled would have probably been the more appropriate word choice, since she was only a week away from her due date. She was kind of huge if you asked her, though Rogan swore she was the tiniest thirty-nine-week-pregnant woman he had ever seen.

  A few minutes later, Rita came in and closed the door behind her, giving Farren a cat-who-ate-the-canary expression. Farren shrunk in her chair, hoping it wouldn’t be as obvious as she figured it probably was, but she had a sinking feeling they had just been caught.

  “Honey, I don’t know who y’all think you’re foolin’ around here. You two have hearts floating off of you when you’re in a room together,” Rita said, and Farren’s fears were confirmed.

  “So you know?” Farren asked, cringing.

  “Everyone knows, sugar. Y’all can give up this whole casual act. You two have got it bad, and I’ve never seen Mr. Rayner like this in all my years of working for him.” Rita leaned over and put her hand up to her mouth as if divulging a secret. “And that’s a lot of years.”

  She stood, staring at Farren, her hands now resting on her hips. Farren sat quietly, and her face broke out in an ear-splitting smile. She thought they had been discreet, but all the sneaking around had apparently been for naught, she was learning, and she chuckled at the realization.

  She worked through the morning and had plans for Shea to meet her here to go to lunch together at the bistro across the street later. A few minutes after noon, she got a call from Rita letting her know that Shea had arrived and was waiting in the front for her.

  “Thanks, Rita. Tell her I’ll be right there,” she said through the phone. Then she grabbed her bag and went to her side door, poking her head through to let her gorgeous man know she’d be back in a bit.

  He strolled over to kiss her before she left, and then she was on her way to the front, starving, of course, to meet up with her best friend.

  As she walked into the lobby, a sharp pain in her stomach gripped her, and she dropped her belongings that went scattering to the floor.

  Shea and Rita turned to look when they heard the commotion, just in time to see Farren grab her swollen belly and double over. She bent down to her knees as she tried to acclimate to the pain.

  “Farren! Oh my God, are you okay?” Shea cried, rushing over to her. Rita wasn’t far behind.

  When they got to her, they found her pants and the floor beneath her were soaked.

  Farren laughed nervously while still wincing in pain. “Um, Shea, I don’t think I’m going to make it to lunch.”

  Shea and Rita looked up at each other, mirroring each other’s wide-eyed shock and open mouths.

  “Holy shit, Rayner!” Rita yelled, and her voice echoed through the hallway.

  They could hear a door burst open with enough force to slam it against the door stop, and the pounding of Rogan’s footsteps sprinting down the hall to the front. When he came rounding the corner to the lobby, they saw the panic that filled his eyes.

  He saw Farren doubled over on the floor.

  “Farren!” he shouted and rushed to her side. He took her hands, frantic. “What happened? Are you hurt?”

  She shook her head. “I’m okay, I’m not… hurt… exactly. I’m…” She gasped as another shooting pain bounced through her. “Having a baby!” she bellowed.

  Then all of their eyes were saucers, and Rogan picked her up from the floor in his arms.

  “Rita, get the door,” he ordered, and he rushed Farren out to his truck to drive her to the hospital.

  Worry and joy warred through him as he held her hand and cursed the Houston traffic on the drive there, but they finally made it and she was taken straight back to Labor and Delivery.

  ***

  Five hours later, Farren was holding her six pound, seven ounce, twenty-inch baby boy. She never knew she could feel so much love in her heart, but it was as if it had grown a whole new chamber that was completely filled to the brim.

  Rogan had remained by her side, never leaving, not even to eat, and she looked up at him as he stood next to her hospital bed, stroking her hair and the top of the baby’s head.

  When a quiet voice entered the room, Farren and Rogan looked up to see Elaina Evans coming in with a basket topped with blue balloons.

  “Is it okay if I come in?” Elaina asked, looking for Farren’s answer more than Rogan’s.

  “Sure, come in,” Farren welcomed her.

  Elaina came to Farren’s side, setting the basket on a table by the window, then approached Farren and looked into the sweet, sleeping face of the tiny little person curled up tightly against her. The sight was enough to melt even the hardest of hearts, and Elaina cooed and babbled as she grabbed the baby’s tiny little hand.

  “What’s his name?” Elaina asked, looking up between the faces of the proud mama and papa.

  Rogan looked down to Farren and nodded. Then they both looked back to Elaina.

  “We named him Harley,” Farren answered.

  “Harley,” Elaina repeated with a smile, looking back into little Harley’s eyes that were now opening.

  “Harley Craigan Rayner,” Farren added, softly. “Would you like to hold him?”

  Elaina nodded her head with tears in her eyes. She took Harley Craigan into her arms just as Gramma and Shea came in with take-out food.

  They all mingled and laughed, oohed and ahhed, ate, and hugged, and one by one they all left until it was just Farren, Rogan, and their baby who was sleeping peacefully in the bassinet next to Farren’s bed.

  “I love you, Farren,” Rogan told her, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her forehead. It wasn’t the first time he’d said the words, but it always felt like the first time each time he did.

  “I love you too, Rogan,” she returned, cuddling into his arms.

  And as he held her, and they watched their baby, with so much love in her heart Farren finally understood how it felt to know beyond the shadow of a doubt that it was possible for someone to never, ever want to leave.

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  ONE

  A haunted moan could be heard from across the hallway as Farren held and rocked little Harley for his routine two o’clock a.m. feeding. The sound yanked her out of a sleep-deprived haze, and wild panic pierced through her chest as she sprang from the gliding chair, placed Harley in his crib, face-down in case he spit up his just-eaten food, and rushed into the bedroom she shared with the father of her child.

  Rogan lay paralyzed in his bed, a nightmare of his past consuming his mind, holding his consciousness hostage. He was unable to wake, unable to escape the horrors that replayed through his memory, forcing him to relive those fateful moments that had changed him forever.

  Sweat drenched the pillow and sheets beneath him, and when Farren reached his side, she threw the blanket from atop his body and cupped the sides of his face.

  “Shhhh, shhh, shhh,” she said, trying to soothe him, and his eyes flew open as a violent intake of air filled his lungs.

  He shuddered beneath her fingers before her face came into focus. T
hen he took in a cleansing breath. His hands reached up to grab her wrists as she continued to hold on to him, brushing her thumbs against his jaw in small, soothing strokes. She could feel his heart racing in his chest, as her body leaned over his from where she knelt beside him in their bed.

  “Farren,” he breathed, moving to sit up.

  “It’s okay, everything is okay,” she assured him, but the muffled cries of the baby came drifting into the room from across the hall, amplified by the baby monitor lying on the nightstand a few feet away from her.

  She hadn’t finished feeding Harley, and she’d laid him down without burping him, too. She knew she’d have to get back to him quickly, but concern was etched in her forehead with her loyalty torn between the two people she loved the most in the world, who both needed her at the moment.

  “You were gone,” Rogan acknowledged. It was the one thing that guaranteed the reappearance of the terrors that claimed him in the night.

  It killed her, seeing him so vulnerable and broken. He was such a strong, powerful, brilliant man. He was unshakable, intimidating, even, so to know that demons of his past were enough to bring him to his knees made her feel helpless.

  He needed her.

  “I’m right here,” she reassured him. “I was just a few feet away feeding Harley.”

  Even through the dark of the night, she could just make out the steel in his expression as his face hardened, and he forced away the vulnerability, regaining his control. This was the Rogan Rayner she was used to, the one who feared nothing.

  “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll go check on Harley,” he offered, shifting his legs over the side of the bed to press his bare feet to the cool hardwood floor.

  She reached for his arm to stop him, pulling him back to her. “It’s okay. I was just finishing up feeding him. I’ll go.”