SEAL'd Lips: A Secret Baby Romance

by Roxeanne Rolling

  “You mean that first one that you showed me?”

  “Oh, you haven’t seen the new ones then,” says Hailey.

  She pulls out her phone, taps away for a moment, and then hands the phone to me.

  “And that’s just one of like ten,” she says.

  I start reading, just to appease her. But I have to admit, I have some curiosity of my own. What do I really know about Ryan, after all? Not a whole lot.

  I feel my eyes growing wide as I read. “Oh my God!” I say, after half a page. “Did he really do that?”

  The article starts off describing how Ryan Hudson didn’t show up for an important press conference once, so they all started. There were about a dozen high class business guys there, as well as a ton of reporters, seated. About halfway through, noises started coming from behind a curtain, where Ryan’s presentation for the press was supposedly set up, in waiting. There were grunts and squeals and moans, and less than thirty seconds later, Ryan and a naked woman fell through the curtain… and continued fucking.

  “Yup,” says Hailey.

  I get through two of the articles before I’ve had enough. They describe Ryan’s various sexual exploits, which include more than a few instances of him having sex in public places. And a host of other things.

  “I can’t read any more,” I say, handing the phone back to Hailey.

  “I don’t think he’s exactly boyfriend material,” says Hailey, apologetic now. “But don’t worry, we’ll find you a nice guy. Just let me work my magic.”

  My own phone rings.

  “Hey,” I say as I pick up. I’m conscious of the fact that my voice becomes somewhat girlish and flirty. It is Ryan Hudson, after all, the man who made me feel things I’ve never felt before.

  “Is it him?” mouths Hailey, motioning for me to hang up the phone.

  “He’s my boss, remember?” I mouth back at her, but I’m not sure how good I am at mouthing, and I don’t know if she understands.

  “We need to work on the algorithm today,” he says.

  Oh shit!

  I can’t believe I forgot that I still have a job to go to.

  The trauma of the fire, and the huge event of losing my virginity to Ryan Hudson… it pushed everything out of my mind. Instead of heading into work, I agreed to meet Hailey for coffee.

  “Are you at the office?” I say.

  “Not yet,” he says. “I’ll meet you there, OK?”

  “OK,” I say, not sure if I should tell him I’m not there.

  My mind is going a thousand miles a minute as I imagine how I could beat Ryan to the new office. First of all, I don’t even know where it is yet. I’d have to use my phone to get there, and I’d have to take a taxi or an Uber. But Ryan has all those fast sports cars. There’s no way I could beat him there.

  “You still there?” says Ryan.

  “Actually,” I say. “This sounds really dumb, but I forgot to go to work…”

  I have no idea how he’s going to react. I hold my breath. He still is my boss, after all.

  “Whatever,” says Ryan. “Just meet me there.”

  He hangs up and I put the phone down, confused. He didn’t mention last night, or talk to me any differently than before we had sex.

  “You forgot to go to work?” says Hailey, starting to laugh.

  “Hey,” I say. “A lot’s happened to me in the last 24 hours.”

  “You’d better get going,” says Hailey. “Don’t want to keep the boss waiting.” She winks at me.

  “It wasn’t like that,” I say. “Actually, he didn’t even mention last night…”

  “… the douchebag billionaire,” says Hailey.

  I grab my bag, which has my laptop in it, thankfully, and rush out the door after saying goodbye to Hailey.

  I’m trying to hail a cab when I realize that I’m just dressed casually, not in my work clothes. I’m wearing a casual sort of spring dress with flower prints on it. The hemline is certainly higher than would be considered appropriate for an office, showing off a good bit of my thigh.

  Oh well, they’re just going to have to deal with it.

  Plus, I hope Ryan won’t mind. Maybe he’ll even think I look sexy.

  I imagine him telling me I look hot today, and I imagine it sending a shiver down my spine as he looks me up and down, his eyes full of desire like last night.

  I’d better not keep thinking about this, or I’m going to get the taxi seat soaking wet.

  Ryan

  “You’re finally here,” I say to Lily, who looks up at me with kissy eyes.

  “Sorry,” she says.

  “Don’t forget you still work for me,” I say coldly.

  A few minutes later, we’re in the conference room, where Jerry and I have been waiting for her.

  “OK,” I say, standing in front of Jerry and Lily, who are seated around the conference table with their laptops in front of them. “So we don’t need Johnny. We’ve had some set backs… the building burning down… but the Simmons algorithm is apparently already ready…”

  “Basically we’re screwed,” says Jerry, in a rare display of negativity.

  “Not necessarily,” I say. “As I always say, fuck them before they can fuck you. That’s gotten me far in this business.”

  Why do we even need Jerry here? says a little voice in my head.

  Trust me, though, we need him. An old hand like that—well, he might not come up with the newest or most innovative ideas, but he’s going to be perfect for things that Lily and I could easily miss.

  Lily may be bright but she lacks the experience that Jerry has under that stretched belt of his.

  Lily’s making eyes at me, but I ignore it.

  I can’t let pleasure get in the way of business. That’s a rule that I haven’t always followed. But I’ve got to follow it now. I’ve got to fuck over Simmons before he can fuck over me and everything I’ve worked so hard to build.

  “So, you found something yesterday, Lily?” I say.

  I speak to her as if she’s just my regular employee, and she looks taken aback for a moment. She probably thinks that I’m doing it because Jerry is here, but that’s only a half truth. Even if I did just fuck her yesterday, taking that sweet virginity from her, she still is my employee. And she’s going to have to work hard for me, whether she wants to or not. She’s got to know that I’m the boss.

  What I say goes.

  “Uh…” says Lily. “Yeah, I was looking at the algorithm and I was thinking what I would do if I had been in Simmons’s shoes when he was writing the paper. There was basically only one path that he didn’t take, only one path that he didn’t describe.”

  “You mean a reverse stack algorithm sorting subroutine?” says Jerry.

  “So you actually did read the paper instead of just falling asleep,” I say.

  He looks hurt, but he can take it.

  Anyway, I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to fuck over Simmons by whatever means necessary. I’m going to take my company back.

  “Yeah,” says Lily. “And…”

  “But it would never work,” says Jerry. “That’s an antiquated method… the efficiency is terrible… All the other types of subroutines would run circles around it.”

  “That’s what I thought at first, too,” says Lily. “But then I started thinking that actually with the rest of the algorithm it would work really well… if you look at the way the rest of the thing is set up, an old piece of code might actually be more efficient.”

  What she’s saying actually makes sense.

  Maybe she’s smarter than I had initially thought.

  She’s wearing a cute little flower dress that shows a good bit of her thighs.

  I’m not looking so much at her dress, though.

  She’s wearing a pushup bra that makes her tits stand up perfectly, and I can see a bit of the side of one through her dress.

  That’s not something she should be wearing to work.

  People might get distracted. People me
aning me.

  My cock is stiffening in my pants. I can’t take my eyes off her, and now I’m not even listening to what she was saying.

  I know I’ve got my rule not to let pleasure interfere with business. But fuck is she hot. Her body is calling to me.

  And what’s the point of being the boss if you can’t break your own rules?

  I snap out of my little day dream and notice she and Jerry are both staring at me. Apparently she’s finished talking, and they’re both waiting for me to say something, to give the orders, as it were.

  “All right,” I say. “Get to work on that, Jerry. I’m going to be, uh… working on something else. I want you to run some simulations. Use my code and plug in this other subroutine and see what happens. I don’t expect it to be perfect but the benchmark scores will hopefully be good enough to blow Simmons’s out of the water…”

  “That’s going to take hours, possibly days,” says Jerry. “I’m going to need some help with that.”

  “Don’t forget who you work for,” I say. “Just do it.”

  “OK, boss,” says Jerry, looking upset and frustrated.

  “Lily,” I say. “Come with me. I have an important assignment for you.”

  “Don’t you want me to help Jerry with the algorithm?”

  That would make the most sense. But fuck, I have needs.

  “No,” I say. “Come with me.”

  I say it like the order that it is.

  “Leave your laptop here.”

  I can’t take my eyes off her smooth thighs. They’re just so fucking perfect.

  She’s awakened the beast in me.

  My cock is almost fully hard.

  Not that I give a shit if anyone sees it.

  “What do you need help with?” says Lily, as I close the door hard behind her.

  “I need you,” I say. “I need your body. Go into the closet there and wait for me.”

  “The closet?” says Lily, surprised.

  I nod sternly.

  “I’ll be there in a minute,” I say.

  She gives me a hesitant look.

  “Just do it,” I say. “You’re going to like it. Trust me.”

  She demurely heads into the closet, closing the door softly behind her.

  With my cock fully hard now, threatening to burst through my suit pants, I head back into the conference room.

  Jerry looks up, waiting for me to give him more orders.

  I just head to my laptop case, where I have a pack of condoms stashed.

  I grab the entire box, and Jerry sees it, but he doesn’t say anything.

  “Special project,” I say, before heading back out the door.

  I open the closet door in the hallway, step inside, and pull the door closed behind us.

  The lights are on, but they’re not bright. Just little lights that softly illuminate Lily in front of me.

  She looks hesitant, or a little confused.

  But now she knows what I’m here for.

  I push my body against her, pushing my hard cock against her lower stomach.

  “I can’t wait,” I growl at her. “I need you.”

  “I thought today was all business,” she says.

  I shake my head.

  “This is part of business,” I say.

  “Last night was incredible,” she says.

  “I know,” I say. “And that’s not all. Let me show you some more.”

  “There’s more?”

  Her eyes are wide with anticipation and a little fear.

  “Don’t you want me to eat you out?” I say. “Don’t you want me to lick that tight little wet pussy again?”

  She nods her head shyly.

  The closet is cramped and there’s not much room for the two of us in here. It’s already getting hot from our body heat.

  There’s nothing else here in the closet with us, since it’s a completely new office building, probably recently vacated, given the price I’m paying for it.

  Her back is against the wall opposite the door, and I push her gently.

  She lets out a moan as I do so, and my hands aren’t even on her. I’m just pressing my body against her soft, innocent body. Her breasts press perfectly into me. I look down and can see that her nipples are pointed and rock hard.

  I’m sure she’s lusciously wet.

  I can’t wait to taste her.

  I get down on my knees and shove my head under her skirt. She pulls it up for a moment, holding it.

  Her panties, a pink pair of plain ones, are completely soaked. That’s to be expected, though. Who doesn’t soak their panties for me?

  With one hand, I yank them down. They fall down around her slender ankles, hanging over her shoes.

  She’s naked and bare, her perfect pussy staring me straight in the face. Her clit is swollen and red.

  I push my head further into her, licking her with broad strokes. She tastes perfect.

  She moans hard now, and I wonder briefly if people in the office will be able to hear. Then I realize I couldn’t give a fuck. I just want her. I don’t care about anything else.

  I just fucking need her.

  My cock feels like it’s going to explode out of my pants. There’s just so much pressure.

  I lick her clit, and she practically screams.

  Only a minute later, her orgasm crashes through her, and her whole body shivers and shakes as I keep licking her swollen clit.

  She moans loudly.

  “Your turn,” I say.

  I take her head in my hands, ready to guide her mouth to my cock.

  With one hand on her head, I use my other hand to free my cock from my pants, letting my belt buckle clank and fall away. My pants down around my knees, my cock finally free, I suddenly think better of it.

  “I need to be inside you,” I say.

  “I want your cock,” she moans, her voice practically dripping with desire.

  “Tell me you need it,” I growl.

  “It’s true,” she moans. “I need your cock. I fucking need it. Just put it in.”

  I put the swollen cock head up against her sweet pussy and massage it against her swollen clit.

  She cries out.

  “Fuck me!”

  “Only if you really need it,” I say.

  “I need it,” she cries, her voice loud and frantic.

  A moment later, the condom’s on my cock, and I enter her.

  Fuck, does she feel good.

  Fuck, she’s tight.

  “Yeah, baby,” I growl. “That feels good. Don’t you like it?”

  “Yes!” she cries out frantically.

  I’m fucking her, hard and powerful strokes, slowly.

  With each thrust, my hips move up and into her, pushing her against the wall.

  I’ve got my hands on her shoulders now, gripping down around behind them, holding onto her back.

  I need more leverage, and I take her whole body and hold her up against me. She wraps her legs around me, keeping them locked around my back.

  “Good girl,” I say, and I start to fuck her harder and faster.

  Her back is still against the wall, but I can fuck her like crazy now. And that’s exactly what I do.

  “Oh my God!” she cries out, as another orgasm pulses through her.

  “Tell me you love it,” I growl.

  But she can’t. She can’t even speak. She’s too overwhelmed with the orgasm that is smashing into her like a thirty foot tall wave.

  My cock is pulsing like crazy.

  “That’s good,” I growl.

  I put her down, taking my cock out of her.

  I can see her face drain as she realizes my cock isn’t in her.

  She’s looking frantic, so eager for my cock that she’s ready to grab it and stuff it back into her.

  But the orgasm distracts her.

  I tear the condom off with a single motion, and grip my cock in one hand, hard.

  She senses what I’m going to do, and she’s dying for my cock, so she gets
down on her knees, kneeling before me.

  I tower over her, my cock above her head.

  She cranes her neck so that she’s looking up at my monster cock.

  With my other hand, I reach down, bending my legs slightly, to shove two fingers inside her pussy.

  She grunts as I do so, but her focus is on my cock.

  She looks impossibly sexy in her dress, kneeling down, the look of eagerness impossible to miss on her face.

  Her tongue makes contact with the thick bottom of my girthy cock. My fist is around the base, gripping tightly.

  My cock explodes, the pleasure overwhelming me.

  I let out a low growl as I shoot my hot load all over her. It feels so fucking good.

  “You’re mine now,” I growl at her.

  She nods her head as she stares up at me, her eyes wide, innocent and full of desire.

  Lily

  “See you in the conference room,” he says, heading out the door.

  Wow, that was incredible.

  I never thought sex could be like that. So fast, but yet so hot and intense, so carnal.

  I try my best to straighten my hair and my dress, and do a little bit of cleanup with some wipes I have in my handbag, which thankfully, I thought to bring with me.

  I also pick up Ryan’s condom and condom wrapper from the floor and stuff it into my handbag. I’m sure he wouldn’t care if someone found it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t.

  Before I head back into the conference room, I need to clear my head, so I go into the ladies’ room, which is strangely empty. Oh, I remember, it’s a completely new office.

  But still, there’s a couch here, and I sit down on it for a moment, after making sure I look OK in the mirror.

  Hailey’s going to kill me.

  She was worried I’m falling for the douchebag billionaire, and I think I am. Worse, I fucked him again.

  But that’s the kind of stuff Hailey does all the time. She’s always complaining to me about a boy, and then she doesn’t come home the next night, and I find out later she’s slept with him again.

  I’ve seen the guys that Hailey hooks up with—they’re nothing like Ryan. Ryan’s a man, with commanding muscles, presence, not to mention his cock…