Knock Me Up, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

by Juliana Conners

  When I don’t resist, he takes it as permission to kiss me, and damn can he kiss. Suddenly I turn off my over-analytical brain and just go with the physical sensation of his lips on mine.

  Finally.

  I wish I could jump up and down and sing hallelujah. This feels so necessary, and so right.

  I feel his tongue graze my lower lip, and I part my own lips to let him deepen the kiss. He tastes like expensive whisky, and I know he must have poured himself a drink from the small bar in his office once the place had emptied out. That explains the smell of alcohol.

  I rest my hands on his chest and feel firm muscles beneath his creamy white Brooks Brothers shirt. He had taken off his suit jacket and pushed up his sleeves, and his warm hands are wandering up my back. I can feel his heat through the sheer fabric of my blouse.

  My brain screams at me to stop him, but my wet pussy tells my brain to shut the fuck up. It has been far too long since I’ve had a man caress my body like this, and though I will probably regret it later, I’m not about to turn down the opportunity to let him do this. The sexual tension between us had risen to a boiling point, and it is about to explode.

  He pulls my blouse from my skirt and slides his hands up my back, and in an instant, he has unfastened my bra. Impressive skills. He cups my bared breasts in his palms and thumbs my hardening nipples. I moan at his touch, but we remain locked in the kiss.

  I skim one of my hands down his abdomen and then further until I can trace the outline of his cock through his pants. I’ve been waiting so long to touch it. As I have fantasized more than once, he is very well endowed in that department.

  As we kiss and touch, we slowly inch our way to the leather chaise near the floor-to-ceiling windows of his office. The blinds are open, and the lights of the city are spread out far below us.

  My hunger for him is intense, and I have little patience for foreplay. I lower his zipper and slide my hand inside his pants, stroking him through his silk boxers. I feel him take a sharp intake of breath, and I smile against his lips. I pull away to gaze up at him coyly from under my lashes.

  “Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Mack?” I ask, running my tongue over my upper lip to make it clear what I’m offering, as if there could be any doubt.

  “I’m sure there must be something,” he answers with a grin.

  I push him gently and he sits back on the chaise. I take my hand from his cock just long enough to unfasten his brown snakeskin belt and slide the luxurious Tom Ford slacks over his hips and down to the floor. His cock strains against his navy blue silken boxer shorts, and I stroke the length of him through the shimmering fabric.

  He leans his head back and closes his eyes as I remove the boxers and hold him firmly in one hand. He is so thick that I can barely encircle his shaft with my fingers.

  I lower my lips onto him and lick at his sensitive tip before taking him fully into my mouth. He groans as I take him in as far as I can, pull back, and lick up and down the length of him before taking him in again. He grasps handfuls of my hair and guides me as I lick and suck until he begins to squirm.

  “Jesus Christ, Carolina,” he moans, and he starts to push me away.

  But I ignore him, and instead I quicken my pace. Within seconds, he cries out my name and fills my waiting mouth with his creamy cum. I swallow as he says, “Oh, my God, Carolina, I’ve wanted this so badly. I’ve wanted you so badly.”

  I lick his cum off the tip of his cock until it’s all gone. Then I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. I get up and reach under my blouse to fasten my bra, assuming this was all he wanted and that it’s time for me to go.

  “What are you doing?” he asks, clearly confused.

  “I gave you what you needed, and it’s time for me to go,” I answer, but he reaches forward and clutches my hips, pulling me to him.

  “This was about you too, remember? If I can only hold you once, I am not letting you go that easy.”

  Before I can protest, he throws me back onto the chaise and pulls off my skirt.

  As I lay there, I feel so naked, so vulnerable, not just physically, but in every way. What we are doing is dangerous. Part of me loves it, and part of me is terrified.

  Am I seriously going through with this? I’m naked in my workplace. What will the consequences be if one of the partners find out?

  Just as I had convinced myself that it’s too risky, he drops to his knees, slips my panties down over my legs, and parts my thighs. The sensation of his lips and tongue on me is so raw and intense that I can only surrender.

  It’s as if I have no choice, even though the choice is clearly all mine. It’s been so long since a man had given me so much pleasure while clearly enjoying himself that I allow myself to give in to him— to his total control of me.

  And suddenly my only fear of being caught is one that simultaneously fills me with expectancy. What if someone walks in on me in this compromising position, with my legs flown over Garrett’s shoulders, my pussy bared for him as he eats it?

  The thought fills me with even more excitement. I’m so turned on, more turned on than I’ve ever been. My pussy is dripping wet for him.

  He works his tongue over my swollen clit, and I buck against him, urging him on. He spreads my pussy open with his thumbs and dips his tongue inside, tasting me, sending my mind soaring. He brings his tongue back up to my clit and replaces it with two fingers inside my dripping pussy.

  “Oh, my God,” I cry out, as he fucked me with his fingers and tongue until I can feel the pressure of my impending orgasm building to a fever pitch.

  He raises his head long enough to ask, “You okay?”

  Unable to speak, I nod, and he smiles.

  “Good, because I’m going to make you come now.”

  He returns his tongue to my clit, swirling it in lazy circles and thrusting his fingers into me until I can take no more. I clutch his shoulders, bunching the expensive fabric with my fists— and I come.

  I come like I’m not even in my body any more. Like I’m out of control, like an animal. There are sounds and moans, pleasure and euphoria, the kind I have never felt in my entire life. Not ever with Taylor, not ever with Jake, not ever even with myself.

  It is transcendent, the kind of orgasm you hope will never end. And then it does. I turn my head and felt a tear roll down my cheek. I don’t know if I’m ashamed or just wracked by the experience.

  Although I probably should feel shame, I don’t. I think I’m just physically and emotionally spent.

  Garrett picks up my clothes and helps me dress. I can’t look at him. Suddenly, I feel a wave of panic. This would most certainly cost me my job. After all, how can we work together after what we’ve just done?

  I guess I’ll have to go back to Stone, and hope I can find another job somewhere within another few months. Luckily I’ve been saving money since now I’m in charge of my own financial destiny, along with the alimony I’m still receiving from Jake.

  I’ll be banished, and we didn’t even have sex. But at least he gave me the most amazing orgasm I’ve ever had. It felt good, to let myself go with complete and utter abandonment for him, even if it does cost me my job.

  But then Garrett caresses the side of my face and says, “You are beautiful.” He walks me to the elevator, and as the doors slide closed, he gives me a quick wink.

  That night, I play the experience over and over again in my brain, mostly out of the fear of consequences, although some to relive the pleasure. I’m thankful it’s Friday. Maybe the space of two days apart will be exactly what we need.

  But I have a feeling I’m on a high I’ll never be able to totally come down from. I’m going to keep chasing my next fix until Garrett tires of me, because all I want is to feel this way again and again and again.

  Chapter 17 – Garrett

  Well, well, well.

  My little legal assistant is turning out to be a very good hire indeed.

  I had always known she wanted to fuck me, but I wasn’t sure
she actually would. To be fair, she hadn’t exactly done that— we hadn’t gone all the way. But what we did do was marvelous.

  I loved to see her pussy spread open before me, as she offered herself up to me as an all I can eat buffet. I loved how her mouth felt on my cock as I shoved it down her throat.

  And now I’m not going to be able to rest until I have all of her. I want my cock inside her, fucking her pussy the way I fucked her throat. I want her to hold onto my neck as my cock drills into her, over and over again.

  I know she’ll give herself to me— all of herself— because she just gave me almost everything. I just can’t wait until she does. I’m kicking myself for not fucking asking her out to dinner. I don’t know the protocol for this. Fucking your secretary might be all right, but dating her?

  I chuckle to myself as I realize how backwards that probably sounds. And then I get scared. I think about putting another call into my poor brother, but I don’t want to ruin it. I’m basking in the recent memory of everything Carolina and I just did together, and I want it to linger.

  I’ve just never felt this way about anyone. Never have I had sex with someone and then wanted to go on a date. A date was what I usually did so that I could get the sex. Not the other way around.

  I decide to text Asher Marks. I’ll probably regret it later, but fuck it. I’m drunk on the feeling of oral sex with my executive assistant.

  How did you know that Madilyn was different than other women? I text him.

  I was wrong. I won’t regret it later. I’ll regret it now. Immediately, I regret it. He’s going to know that I’m falling for my secretary, and he’s going to lecture me, and tell me they never would have partnered with me if they had known I couldn’t keep my cock in my pants and my heart off my sleeve. Or else, he’ll just think I’m a pathetic loser for falling for my employee, when it could be a quick office fling and that’s that.

  He must feel like taking pity on me, though. Because he texts me back an honest answer.

  I couldn’t stop thinking about her, his text says. And that had never happened before.

  Shit.

  Fuck.

  Damn.

  I’m in deep. According to Asher, this means Carolina is the one for me, like Madilyn was the one for him. Because I’ve certainly never been able to get her off my mind. Not from that first crazy day that we met, when she told me she liked the egg collection.

  My phone vibrates. It’s a follow up text from Asher.

  You okay, Buddy? The text says.

  Yes, I respond. Just making sure I never let that happen to me.

  I add a winking emoji, and he immediately texts me back, LOL.

  Then a few minutes later I get one more text from him.

  That’s good, he says. We don’t want anything messing up the great working relationship we have going.

  Is that a threat? I wonder. Why would he send me such a helpful text, and then such a menacing one?

  That’s what I fucking hate about texts. You can never tell what someone really means. If we were sitting down to have a beer he’d probably say something along the lines of, “Don’t sleep with her unless you’re really sure she’s the one for you, like Madilyn was for me.”

  In which case I could easily respond, “Done.”

  Oh, fuck.

  I really am done for.

  One way or another, Carolina Abbott is changing everything I thought I knew about my life.

  Chapter 18 – Carolina

  Saturday morning comes in nice and gently at first. I wake up so lazy and well rested, having been emotionally and physically exhausted.

  I had turned off my phone and alarm so I could sleep in since I don’t have to work today. I’m thankful that despite the sun shining through my rather thin window curtains that I’d been able to sleep in on the one morning I’d allowed myself to do it. Ever since I had stopped hiding under the covers in the depression that had resulted after Jake divorced me, I usually tried to be an early riser, but I really needed some extra sleep.

  As I wipe my eyes to adjust to the light, I glance over at my bedside clock, and see that it reads 11:00. Shit. I didn’t need that much extra sleep.

  I jump out of bed thinking there’s no way that could be the time. My clock must have stopped. After all, I’d had it for a really long time— since high school. There’s no way I had slept in until eleven.

  I grab my cell phone on my night stand to check, and there it is. The same time still blinking at me on here as it was on my not-so-broken clock. Not only is it after eleven o’clock, but there’s also a slew of texts. Garrett has been texting me all morning.

  I have a first-thing-in-the-morning conversation with myself.

  Okay, Carolina. No, no… this isn’t happening. I need my coffee for this.

  I jump out of my bed, pull my curtains wide open, and there’s the twelve-year-old peeping Tom gawking at me in my tank and thong. I flash him and give him the finger. I’m in no mood.

  After a very strong cup of java, I brace myself for the messages. The first reads:

  I can’t get you out of mind. I thought once was enough, but I’m thinking of you even more than usual. Will you please text me back?

  I can’t believe I can have this much power over the firm rebel. I imagine Garrett sitting alone with his phone all day, trying to get a hold of me. Erin tells me that women call him all the time, that they try the office when he ignores their cell phone messages. They want his time, they want sex, they want dinner by Saturday— and here he is texting me instead.

  I’d told Erin that the few times I’ve answered Garrett’s calls in his office, there hadn’t been much of that, and she’d said it’s because he’s really falling for me. He’s cut off contact with the other women. But can it be true?

  Text two read:

  Listen, we need to talk. Are you ignoring me on purpose?

  There were more like it, that had come throughout the morning. I turn my phone off, choosing to escape to a good movie at the theatre instead. I had known in my gut that the intensity of what was happening between us wasn’t going to be solved with one momentary sexual encounter.

  My instincts had told me that, and I’m sure he knew it too, but we were so physically compatible that neither of us could listen to instinct. It would prove disastrous at some point, I was sure of it. But for now, I was going to hide in a dark theatre.

  Monday would come soon enough, and it would certainly be the end of my job. Truly, the way he was reacting, I might not even have a job, but I push the thought from my mind.

  I want to take things further with him, but I’m afraid of where we’ll end up. I have a tendency to be too negative and let my mind run away with worse case scenario type thinking.

  I can’t stand to think of all the awful things just yet. I want just one weekend to savor what just happened, and wonder what might happen next, without worrying about what will ultimately happen. Because just as Ruby and Madilyn and Katie had warned me, these things rarely turn out well. Sure, their own situations turned out well, but I’d be naïve to think that my story could have a happy ending too.

  Garrett might think he’s super into me, but once we have sex it will end right there. And I don’t want that to happen yet. I just want to enjoy what we have for the short amount of time that we have it.

  Or am I just telling myself that because I’m afraid of the truth?

  I’m afraid to admit that I’m falling in love with him, and that it seems he’s also falling in love with me?

  Because what if I’m wrong? I just need to watch this movie and turn my brain off. Or else it might explode like my synapses did when Garrett went down on me in his office.

  Chapter 19 – Carolina

  On Monday, I go in early as usual. Erin asks about my weekend, and I simply respond that it was low-key and that I took in a movie. Which is true, but only because I’ve still been ignoring Garrett’s texts. For a second, I think I might be able to handle being here, and then he walks in
.

  “Good morning, Erin. Carolina. Happy Monday.”

  He’s playing it cool and nonchalant. A little too cool and nonchalant.

  Erin looks at me with eyes that say she knows something’s up. I disregard her glance and walk away. This little thing that Garrett and I have going on is certainly not going to go away very easily.

  He could barely speak to me, the sexual tension so real and thick between us you could cut it with a knife. Still, I resign myself to my office, as does he, and we manage to avoid each other at least most of the day.

  But after lunch, when I think he has gone to a company- wide conference with the partners, I’m about to go to his office to try to drop off some work I’d done for him. I notice his door slightly ajar. I can see him through the narrow opening, and he’s pacing and talking very low into a cell phone.

  “Bob, she is driving me mad. Look, it’s not like every other time. Seriously, her smell, her presence… It’s driving me mad. What do I do?”

  Then he listens. I look around the hallway to see if anyone is watching. They’re not, so I continue to eavesdrop.

  “No, I can’t fire her. Are you kidding me? First of all, she could sue me for sexual harassment, and second of all, she’s damn good at her job. I’ve just opened myself up to litigation, made the firm vulnerable, but worse, Bob, I can’t get over her. Help me, man. You're my brother. Tell me what to do…”

  I hear Erin clomping down the hall in her platforms, so I bolt back to my desk. I’m lost. This man has become my everything. I have been so torn, trying to figure out if it’s just a silly office fling or if it’s for real. I can imagine a future with him, yet here we are in a very uncomfortable situation. Apparently, the thought of being with me has been torturing him just as much as the thought of being with him has been torturing me.