by Sadie Grey
“I’m going to be a father?” I asked.
She nodded. I swept her up in my arms and kissed her.
“This is officially the best day of my life,” I said. “Maybe I’m the one dreaming.”
She flashed that gorgeous smile at me. “Well, I guess we’ll have to live the dream together.”
“I can live with that.”
***
The End
The Boss’s Baby
Janna
Malcolm Reynolds was easy to look at and hard to work for. I should know, I’d been working with him for almost two years.
Well, okay, I didn’t work with him. I worked for him. It was a distinction he made quite clear whenever he spoke to anyone that worked for Reynolds Financial. It was one of the most prestigious companies in New York, and Malcolm, of course, was the boss.
At just thirty years old, he was one of the youngest billionaires in the world. More importantly, he was panty melting hot. Like scorching. There wasn’t a dry seat in the office when Malcolm walked by.
Too bad he was such an infuriating prick.
As a twenty-four year old marketing associates for the company, I didn’t work directly for Malcolm too often, but the few times I did, I always ended up feeling a strange mixture of anger and arousal. Like I said, he was easy to look at and hard to work for.
I could stare at his ruggedly handsome face all day. In fact, I was staring at it right now.
My latest assignment was to create the layout for Malcolm’s profile page on the company website. Every big shot in the company had pages like that, but of course, Malcolm’s was the most important.
It was my job to choose new photos of Malcolm to be posted on the website. My boss had passed me a bunch of pictures of Malcolm. There were so many pictures, I assumed the man had a photographer follow him wherever he went.
I took a sip of coffee and clicked on picture after picture of the sexy billionaire. These weren’t just shots of Malcolm in a suit or in the office. There was a whole set of photos of him sailing his yacht. The wind ruffled his dark hair and his white linen shirt, and he seemed to be staring off into the horizon as if he pondered the secrets of the universe.
Another picture showed him in midair while he was skydiving. He had a bright smile on his face and he was giving the camera a thumbs up. Passion blazed in his piercing blue eyes and I could almost feel the power radiating off him, even though it was just a photo.
Then I came to a surprisingly racy set of photos that had been taken at the beach. Malcolm was wearing nothing but a speedo and a smile. Water glistened over the rigid lines of his breathtaking body.
I felt a rush of heat to my core as I looked through the photographs. The man was damn near naked, and in a few of them, I could clearly see the outline of his thick, luscious cock. Damn, he had a big dick. I mean, of course he did. Only a man packing that kind of heat could be as arrogant as Malcolm.
I got up to lock my office door and returned to my computer. No one could see that I was checking out the boss’s package like a dirty pervert. I clicked through picture after picture, each one more revealing than the last. My mouth went dry and my pussy got wet as I feasted my eyes on his glorious body.
By the time I finished the beach set, I was squirming in my seat with my thighs clenched together. The urge to touch myself had been almost unbearable. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d pleasured myself in the office. Hell, it wouldn’t even be the first time I pleasured myself to pictures of Malcolm in my office.
Still, I knew I was taking too big of a risk by letting my raging sex drive get the better of me at work. What I needed to do was find myself a real man to take care of business at home. Then I wouldn’t always feel so horny all the time.
I was congratulating myself on my restraint when I clicked on the next picture. My eyes widened and my heart started racing in my chest.
Malcolm was in his office, standing behind his enormous mahogany desk. The entire New York skyline spread out behind him through the glass wall of his office, and he looked like he was the king of the whole damn world.
I’d thought the beach pictures were a turn on, but they didn’t hold a candle to this one. Something about it was driving me wild.
The light in the photo highlighted the lines of Malcolm’s ruggedly handsome face. His strong cheekbones stood out sharply, along with his chiseled jaw. His strong arms were crossed over his broad chest, and his muscles strained against his elegant, tailored suit.
As hot as his body looked in that picture, the best part was his eyes. They were an azure shade of blue and they gazed directly into the camera. He seemed to be staring right at me when I looked at him. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze and my thighs trembled with lust.
The man staring at me through my computer screen was everything I’d ever wanted. He was the total package. The perfect man.
I could only imagine what it would be like to be with him. The feel of his strong arms around me. The touch of his full lips pressed against mine. The way his hands would feel caressing my curves.
My skin grew hot again as the fantasy overtook me. So much for self control. I glanced at the office door again to make sure it was locked. It was. No one could see me in here. No one but Malcolm Reynolds gazing at me dreamily from my computer screen.
I slid my hand beneath my blazer and massaged my breast lightly. I imagined that my hand was Malcolm’s. It wasn’t the first time I’d fantasized like this, and I fell into the fantasy easily. My nipples hardened at my touch.
At his touch, I reminded myself.
His fingers grazed over my hard nipple maddeningly. It was gentle at first, but he grew more insistent as his passion for me overtook him. He pinched my nipple and I moaned softly, reveling in the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure.
While he worked my breasts, his other hand trailed down my stomach with a lingering touch. Goosebumps pebbled my flesh as his hand caressed me, sliding lower and lower until he teased my thighs open.
A liquid heat rushed between my legs. An emptiness ached inside me that demanded to be filled.
I slid my skirt up my hips, just high enough to expose the white satin of my panties. His hand stroked me through the moist fabric, and another low moan escaped my throat at the feel of it.
I glanced at my office door again. The door was still closed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I was just being paranoid. The fact that someone could come in at any moment and catch me was making me jumpy, but it was a part of the thrill.
The danger was an aphrodisiac. It made me hotter and wetter than if I had been doing this at home. Not twenty feet away, my colleagues were going about their regular work day. They had no idea that I was toying with my dripping wet pussy.
The thought of that sent my arousal spiraling up even higher. I shoved my panties to the side and buried two fingers inside my soaking tunnel. I slicked my thumb in my juices and circled it around my hard, throbbing clit.
I stared into Malcolm’s eyes as I did it. He stared back at me, urging me on.
“Harder, faster,” his expression seemed to say. I did as he asked.
Pleasure built up inside me like a wave, higher and higher. My breathing was heavy and my heart was pounding. The sound of my moans filled my office, and I hoped no one else could hear me. Even if they could, it wouldn’t matter. I was too far gone to care. Too close to the delicious edge.
Then the wave crashed over me. My whole body tensed and shook with the force of my climax, and everything in the world was drowned out by the feelings of bliss pulsing through my body.
***
Malcolm
My eyes were glued to the computer screen where the security feed was streaming. Janna leaned back in her office chair, her eyes closed and her chest panting with the force of her orgasm.
It had been a hell of a show. My cock was straining against my pants, desperate for release. It had taken all of my self-restraint to keep from pulling it out
while I watched her.
When I’d had the security team secretly install cameras all over the building, I was hoping to catch the person who had been stealing company secrets. What I ended up seeing was something so much better.
The first time I’d seen Janna pleasuring herself was about a month ago. I was reviewing security footage after work. All of the feeds were stored in my computer, for my eyes only. I didn’t trust anyone else to see it.
It turned out to be a good decision once I noticed her. I didn’t want anyone else to see Janna. Her sexy little shows were for me and me alone.
Ever since then, I’d kept her camera feeds streaming on my office computer. Being the boss meant I wouldn’t be disturbed, and I was free to keep an eye on her while getting other things done.
Seeing her the first time had been exhilarating in a way I didn’t think possible. I’d been with my fair share of women, and I had explored a lot of different kinds of pleasure. It had gotten to the point where sex was almost boring to me.
Until I saw Janna.
I had, of course, met her in the office on occasion. She was a smart woman and a good marketing associate. It was how she had risen in the ranks so quickly. However, that version of Janna was boring and unremarkable. If that was the only Janna I’d ever met, I would never have looked at her twice.
But that wasn’t the real Janna. Behind closed doors, the mask fell away and the real Janna emerged. The passionate Janna. The beautiful and enchanting Janna. The woman I was becoming obsessed with.
As it turned out, watching her pleasure herself was the sexiest thing I had ever seen, and I had seen a lot in my thirty years. There was something altogether thrilling about seeing her when she thought she was alone. I felt a sort of connection with her, like her and I shared a secret that was ours and ours alone.
I would have felt like a creep spying on her except for one thing. When she touched herself, she did it while looking at pictures of me. Maybe that still didn’t make it okay, but I couldn’t help but feel a sort of connection between us. It was like she had included me in her naughty little play time, so I didn’t feel like I was intruding.
The only problem was that I was tired of watching her from afar.
At first it was enough. She satisfied herself looking at me, and I was satisfied with looking in on her while she did it. Now I needed more.
Watching her through the computer screen was still a thrill, but nothing can compete with the real thing. I wanted to feel her body against mine. When she panted and moaned, I wanted to hear it in my own ears, not through computer speakers. I wanted to feel the heat coming off her body, to feel the wetness between her legs, and to have those gorgeous lips pressed against mine.
There was also the matter of my inheritance, but I tried not to think about that just then. She might be the one I’d been looking for, but the only way to find out for sure was to get up close and personal.
The only question in my mind was how to approach her. I have always been direct and aggressive when I see something I want. That had always served me well both in business and in more carnal pursuits.
But Janna seemed different. She kept her real passions hidden. What would happen if I tried to expose those secrets? Would she embrace the real her or would she run away?
There was only one way to find out.
***
Janna
I was adjusting my skirt back down over my hips when my computer screen blinked and an image of Malcolm Reynolds appeared on screen. Only this wasn’t the picture I’d been looking at before. This wasn’t a picture at all.
Malcolm had opened up some kind of video feed from the computer in his office. I almost screamed when he spoke.
“Janna,” he said with a crooked smile on his beautiful face.
“Mr. Reynolds,” I managed to squeak out. Dammit, Janna, keep it together, I thought.
I noticed the little red light by my web cam blinking. Shit, had that been on the whole time?
“Can you see me?” I blurted out.
His smile widened. There was something behind that smile that terrified me. He had to know what I was doing.
“Yes, Janna, I can see you.”
I squirmed in my seat, and not in the good way. My skin was still flushed from the orgasm I’d just had, and I was still breathing heavily. Fear hammered in my chest. I desperately hoped this was a coincidence, but that didn’t seem possible.
“How are you doing this?” I asked.
“I’m the boss, Janna. I have remote access to all the computers in the company.”
“Right, of course. So, umm, how can I help you, sir?”
“There’s something that you need to see. Come up to my office right now.”
The smile had faded from his face, and I felt a sense of dread creep up in me.
“Sure thing,” I said. “I just need to freshen up first.”
I couldn’t go up there like this. I knew what I must look like, a woman who had just gotten off at her desk. Maybe he knew what I had been doing and maybe he didn’t, but either way, I couldn’t face him like this.
“Now, Janna,” he commanded. “Do not make me wait.”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
The video feed on the screen blinked out, along with the light by my web cam. I lowered my head to my desk as fear stabbed my chest.
Please let this be a bad dream, I thought. Please let me wake up alone in my bed, safe and in my pajamas.
But there was no waking up. The panic I felt was all too real, and Malcolm’s voice echoed in my head.
“Do not make me wait.”
I took a deep breath and got up from my desk, trying to smooth my rumpled clothes as I did it. I had no idea what was awaiting me upstairs, but I was going to face it with as much dignity as I could muster.
***
Malcolm
I watched her through the security feed. I took no pleasure in the obvious fear she was feeling, but there was no way to be honest with her until she got to my office. If I had told her the truth about what I knew, she might have run out of the building instead of agreeing to meet me.
Once she was here, I would tell her the truth though. Whatever might happen between us, it had to be built on honesty.
My cock twitched with anticipation. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this excited about a woman. Models and socialites bored me. They were all flash and no substance. Janna was different.
For one, she was curvier than most of the girls I went after, but it didn’t bother me in the slightest. She was thick in all the right places, and just thinking about running my hands over her body made my blood boil and my pulse race.
Sure, she was different, but in this case, different was good. The type of woman who graces the cover of fashion magazines tended to be shallow and uninteresting.
I’d tried to form deeper relationships with those types of women, but there was nothing beneath the surface. They couldn’t hold a conversation about anything real. I might as well have been dating walking sex dolls.
But having watched Janna for almost a month now, I’d gotten to know that she was much more than a pretty face and a mouth-watering body. For one thing, she was brilliant. I’d kept a close eye on her work, and she understood the business world better than most of my senior staff.
I knew that if we got together for real, she would be more than a match for me when it came to matters of business. The bigger question now was whether she would be my match when it came to matters of the heart.
I clicked the security feed off on my computer and pulled up a recording of her latest pleasure session from just a few moments ago. A shiver ran through me as I watched her again. Damn, she got me going.
My cock was rock hard again, and I took a few deep breaths to calm myself down. I wasn’t nervous about what was to come, but I needed to be thinking with my brain instead of my dick when she arrived. At least at first.
There would be time enough for pleasure later, if that’s how t
hings ended up. Although, I really hoped I was right about her. There was a part of me that was desperately crying out for a connection with another person, and some instinct told me she was the one.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I had been lonely for a long time. No amount of superficial relationships with women had been enough to fill that empty space inside my heart. Mindless sex might have been enough to satisfy me before, but not anymore.
The timing couldn’t be better. The terms of my trust dictated that I needed an heir by my thirty-first birthday if I was to retain my stake in Reynolds Financial. If I didn’t deliver, I would lose everything. My money, my business, everything.
