Knocked Up on Valentine's Day

by Amy Brent

  “And don’t be alarmed by how long it stays dark in Finland. Most of the country—”

  “Only sees around six hours of daylight in the winter,” I finished.

  “I see someone’s done their research,” he said.

  “Always,” I said.

  “But, not enough research to know how to pack properly?” he asked.

  “Never been outside of Florida, remember? Plus, I didn’t have all that much notice, and cold weather business clothes aren’t that available after six pm in Florida.

  “Oh yeah. That would be my fault. Well, Michael’s really. So, have you ever been in the snow before?” he asked.

  “Nope. This is my first time even seeing it.”

  I watched the snow fall to the ground outside as we pulled into the hotel. By the time I got out of the car, L had already pulled my luggage from the trunk, and we quickly got checked in before we parted ways. I opened my hotel door and stepped into the most luxurious suite I’d ever encountered in my life, and I squealed the moment I heard the door shut behind me. I slammed my suitcase down and ran for the couch, flopping onto it before I sat up and looked out the window.

  The porch deck of the hotel was covered in snow, and it looked absolutely beautiful.

  I couldn’t put off shopping any longer, so I pulled my coat closer to my body and grabbed my purse. I exited the hotel and walked up and down the streets of Helsinki, shivering like a maniac until I came across a store that caught my eye. The fabrics of the sweaters in the window looked divine and the even catered to sizes I could fit my thighs into, so I dipped into the store and shook the snow off my body.

  I turned around and looked back at the scene unfolding in front of me and my eyes couldn’t get enough of the snow. I’d honestly never seen it in person before, and the way it blanketed the town was nothing short of a fairy tale. People were laughing and holding hands with their matching hats and scarves, and the coats the women wore were high-fashion and made of the smoothest material I’d ever seen in my life.

  I really was in an exotic paradise, and a massive smile crept across my face before a voice piped up beside me.

  “Beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.

  “It really is,” I said.

  “Your first time here?” she asked.

  “That obvious?”

  “By your wardrobe, yes. Can I help you with anything?” she asked.

  I told her that I was here on a business trip, that I’d never left the States before, and that I had no work pants or sweaters I could wear. She scrutinized the coat I had on, saying I was coming into Finland on the helm of their first true cold snap, and in no time, she had shoved me into a dressing room and quickly taken my measurements. She tossed over silky sweaters and thick pants, pairs of boots and awe-inspiring coats. I tried them all on while she coached me through what looked good on my waist and what would help keep my cleavage covered in a den full of men. By the time she was done I had several bags to carry back to the hotel.

  I had found just the right shop to help me with the outfits I needed to rock the hell out of this trip, and as I was walking out of the store a mannequin donning a beautiful suit caught my eye. It was a navy suit with beautiful blue pinstripes, and the striped blue was the same color as L’s eyes. I reached my finger out to run them down the strips, envisioning his smiling face in my mind, but the woman’s voice pulled me from my thoughts before I could shake myself from my trance.

  “If you need anything else, just give a call. We’ve got your measurements, so we could have pieces pulled for you by the time you get here.”

  “Thank you so much for all your help,” I said. “I feel so much better now.”

  “Good luck with your meetings!” she said.

  I walked through the cold of Helsinki and it gave my body a chance to cool itself down. I had to forget about my boss and get him out of my fucking head. Ellison James was the author of the strictest ‘no office relationships’ code I’d ever seen in my professional career. I’d seen him fire everyone from interns to customer service technicians over them striking up office romances, and rumor had it that the V.P. of sales, Sheila Brown, was intentionally shrugged off from a few projects because of her crush on L.

  He was relentless and unwavering on his policy, so I had no right daydreaming about his eyes while I was on a business trip for him. He was strictly off limits, and there was nothing anyone could do about that.

  I dropped all my bags on the floor in the hotel and decided to get down to business and go through the back half of that file. I sat down and pulled a small wine from the minibar in the suite and cracked it open so I could get to work. My eyes scanned through numbers and jotted down things in a notebook that I needed to memorize before I went to sleep, and by the time I was done, my legs were aching badly from the position I’d been sitting in.

  My body was in needed of a break, and I knew just how to make that happen.

  I picked up the phone and ordered room service as I flopped onto the couch. I kicked my heels off and shimmied out of my bra, and by the time the hotel kitchen brought me the fruits and chocolate fondue I’d ordered, I was feeling comfortable already. I opened up another small glass of wine while I enjoyed the succulent fruits of Finland dipped in smooth, velvety chocolate, and thinking how nice the accommodations were, an idea crossed my mind.

  This hotel had a pool and a sauna, and both of those would help ease my aching muscles.

  I didn’t have a bathing suit, but here in Finland people were known for going into saunas with nothing but a towel on. I’d seen a couple of people venture in and out of the sauna half naked while I was coming and going with my shopping, and I decided it probably wouldn’t hurt. Half of the people coming out of those saunas were hairy beasts anyway, and my worry melted away when I realized the luxurious towels in the bathroom could easily wrap around me twice.

  So, I grabbed one, changed into some more comfortable clothing, and found my way to the sauna.

  I took my clothes off in the dressing room and placed them in a locker, then I wrapped the towel around me and started for the sauna. There wasn’t a specific designation for men or women, just a line of steam saunas that looked to be completely empty. There was one that had a decent amount of steam wafting against the window, so I slowly peeled it open and slipped in just in case someone was already inside.

  The heat of the room instantly relaxed me and the dim light set a mood that beckoned for my eyes to close. I tiptoed over to the wooden bench and sank my back into it, sighing when I felt the heat of the wood penetrate the sore muscles of my body. Even with first class seats, the flight from Miami to Helsinki had been brutal, and the only thing I could think about was the steak I would order for dinner, as I sank into the wet wood of the sauna room.

  Just as I went to shift, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t alone. There was a man sitting in the corner, leaned back just like I was, with his eyes closed and his arms crossed over his chest. His body was chiseled, the beads of water and sweat dripping down the ripples of his abdomen, and I couldn’t help but stare when he stretched his legs out and the towel slowly fell from his waist.

  My eyes raked down his body and over the meaty muscles of this thighs, drinking in his beautiful body before my eyes stopped upon a tattoo on his inner thigh. It was a weird little thing, and I found myself staring as I tried to figure out what it was, but the moment the towel fully fell from his body my eyes locked onto the man’s cock that was now bared for the entire sauna to see.

  My jaw dropped when I saw the sheer girth of his cock and something in my stomach lurched as I watched the condensation drip off the tip of it. Holy fuck, this man’s body was chiseled like an Olympian god’s, and every single part of me wanted to reach out and touch him. I wanted to flutter my fingertips over his eight-pack abs and lick the sweat right off his beautiful thighs. I wanted to kiss his tattoo up close and get my plump lips around that obvious monstrosity he called a cock.

  But then, a voice
I recognized hit my ears and my gaze whipped up to the same blue eyes I’d been daydreaming about earlier.

  “Holy shit, I’m sorry,” L said.

  However, the gaze he held me with was anything but, and I found myself speechless as I gazed into the eyes of my naked boss.

  Chapter 5

  Ellison

  I opened my eyes and sighed with relief. The steam dancing around my body felt so nice, and I was thankful I was alone. Being in a steam sauna with a towel on was like having sex with a condom, which is why I never slept with any chick that wasn’t on the pill. It was pointless and most certainly didn’t feel as good, and it made you sweat in all the wrong ways. The microfiber clung to the body like wet plastic does to skin, and peeling that shit off my body left behind fuzzy bullshit I then had to wash off in the shower.

  And no one wanted to fucking take a shower after being in a relaxing hot sauna.

  I stretched my legs out and let the towel unfold, exposing myself to the steam of the room. My dick had been cooped up in those jeans for way too long, and he deserved the space to grow or sleep as he pleased. My jeans had taken away his ability to spread his wings and it felt so good to air him out, alone in the relaxing sauna.

  When a small gasp from across the small room caught my attention, and I whipped my gaze over before I realized who was sitting at the other end of the sauna.

  “Holy shit, I’m sorry,” I said. I cleared my throat and tried to shift my body, hoping Charlie would avert her gaze, but the only thing she did was continue to stare. Her eyes fluttered up to mine before raking back down my body, and the hungry stare I’d seen in her eye made my blood boil in anticipation. She liked what she saw, just like I did when my eyes had gazed upon her body. At that moment, I felt my dick spring to life in the middle of the sauna.

  Grabbing my towel, I threw it back over my growing cock before I got to my feet, and I could feel Charlie’s eyes on me as I passed by her and left the sauna room.

  Arriving at the dressing room, I peeled the towel from my skin. Little microfiber fuzz was everywhere on my body, and I sighed in frustration at the idea of having to take a shower. Why hotels didn’t invest in decent towels, I’d never understand, and I made a mental note to put better towels in my luxury hotel in order to really elevate the experience.

  I started a shower and climbed into it, turning it up as hot as it would go. The steam filled the shower, seeping out into the dressing room while the fuzz was washed away from my body, but the only thing I could think about was Charlie. The way those green eyes had flashed with that spark of wanton lust was enough to let me know that she was struggling just as I was, and the idea that she would be sitting in the meeting tomorrow with thoughts of riding my cock made my pelvis ache.

  My dick surged to life, bobbing up and down on my body, and I leaned my arm onto the shower wall before I placed my forehead on it.

  Somehow, I had to get her out of my mind. If I thought of her in every disgusting way possible and shot off a load real quick in the shower, I’d wash her from my mind forever. After all, no woman was ever better than the ways I imagined her in my mind, and with that I began to pump my thick dick while I thought of her lips wrapped around my cock.

  I thought about the gagging sound she would make as I pressed myself deep down her throat. How her beautiful lips would leave red trails of lipstick behind while she gobbled down my cock. I envisioned how soft her hair would feel wrapped up in my hand while I thrusted into her mouth, pumping her throat full of my cum while she moaned and begged for more.

  Pinning her tits to the wall, I pounded her ass, thinking no one had ever taken that puckered little hole of hers, and I thought about watching those ass cheeks gobble my dick down while she cried out my name. I thought about wrapping my hand around and diving in between her pussy lips, her fluids dripping onto my hand while I circled her swollen clit.

  Then, in a flash, I was between her legs. I was licking her sweet honey while she bucked against my face, her pussy swallowing my fingers while her tits bounced on her body. I pumped my cock faster and faster, losing strength in my legs as I dropped to my knees and splashed in the water gathering at the bottom of the tub.

  “Holy shit, Charlie. Oh, fuck yes.”

  I bucked hard into my hand as I thought about her thick thighs bouncing on my hips. How her pussy would swallow my cock perfectly, and her soft, silky walls would massage it while pouring her milky juices down to my balls. I thought about licking all of it off before I filled her to the brim, digging my fingertips into her luscious thighs while she called out my name to the room.

  “Yes. Yes. Oh, Charlie. Holy fuck. Your tits are perfect. Mmm, let me taste them.”

  I saw myself wrapping my lips around her large nipples, biting and pulling at them while she writhed underneath me. I thought about sinking my dick deep into her while my teeth tugged at her tits, marking her as my own while she bucked her hips wildly into my body.

  “Fuck! Yes! Oh… shit!”

  I shot my load against the shower wall of the men’s dressing room without a second thought as to who might hear me. I panted hard, placing my head against the wall before I slid down and sat my ass down on the floor of the shower. For the first time since I’d seen her that morning at the airport kiosk, my mind was completely free and clear of her, and I shook with the aftershocks of my orgasm as I gathered myself up off the floor.

  The next day was filled with several back-to-back meetings. Charlie was fielding the new investors, while I sat down to drinks investing in closer relationships with those who would continue. Every time I saw her she had a massive smile on her face. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how confident she looked, walking from meeting to meeting, but every single time she nodded my way the only thing I could imagine was her head bobbing around my dick.

  The look in her eye when she saw my dick in that sauna had plagued my dreams the night before, and I’d woken up to get ready for these meetings with one of the most painful erections I’d ever had. I had to rub one out this morning before my first meeting just to screw my head on straight, and I was still fighting to keep my libido at bay as we traveled through these meetings.

  Never in my life had a woman invaded my thoughts like Charlie had, and it was beginning to piss me off.

  I wanted to stop thinking about her that way. This was the most important week of the year for my company, and here I was literally being brought to my knees by some nothing woman with her nothing stare and her nothing clothes. For the love of fuck, she didn’t even know how to dress for Finland!

  But, she was witty and charismatic. She was sarcastic with just a touch of dirty talk in her. She was ambitious and hardworking, and every single time we talked about work, I caught a glimpse of just how smart she actually was.

  She was a deadly combination of dedication and passion, and it pulled at my dick even as I sat with my old investors and listened to them asking me asinine questions about our new project.

  I walked out of the meeting and was immediately hit by her perfume. She had been waiting for me, and I realized she was wearing a completely different outfit. The sweater she wore hugged every inch of her torso and left nothing to the imagination, particularly how massive her tits were beneath the fabric, and I smiled when she grabbed my arm.

  “The potential investors want to take you out for dinner to celebrate,” she said.

  “What is it we’re celebrating?” I asked.

  “How good I am at my job,” she said, winking.

  Dear fucking hell, just her wink sent a fiery cascade down my spine.

  “I take it the negotiations and the meetings went well?” I asked.

  “Walk with me,” she said.

  “That’s usually what I ask people to do with me,” I said.

  “Well, first time for everything,” she said. “Anyway, there’s a restaurant a couple blocks up from here that I’ve reserved for the business-solidifying toast. Apparently, that’s what they do here to solidify deals.
Then they drink until they can’t see straight.”

  “They do. I don’t,” I said.

  “The top floor of the bar is reserved for the partaking of libations, and—spoiler alert—they’ll all be there.”

  “Wait a second, all of them. As in, all nine new investors?” I asked.

  “All nine,” she said, smiling.

  “You must have been on fire,” I said.

  “You say that sounding shocked. I’m hurt,” she said.

  “Will you be coming to the ‘partaking of libations,’ as you so eloquently put it?” I asked.

  “It would be rude of the negotiator not to show up, I would assume,” she said.

  And show up she did. The customary drink to toast business to in Finland was a drink called ‘lakka.’ It’s made from cloudberries and a great deal of alcohol, which meant I was only going to sip on one, while the rest of the investors got plastered. And she was right, all nine of them showed up to demonstrate their support for the paperwork that was being drawn up to be signed tomorrow, and all eleven of us toasted our new business endeavor, like one big happy family.

  Between the new investors and the older ones I’d met with today, we’d not only meet our financial mark for base production for the year, but we would fully fund the building of the luxury hotel and resort in the Bahamas. Granted, the final paperwork had to be signed tomorrow for my sake, but in Finland, a toast like this was as good as a man’s word.