Big Bad Daddies: A MFM Romance

by J. L. Beck

  “I told you I could have managed getting here myself,” I said with a smile. I was only half-kidding with the look I gave him, but I could see he only took the humor out of it. I rolled my eyes as he turned his attention back to Knox, and I decided it best to focus on what would soon by my personal workspace.

  Within a few moments, Knox had returned. He crossed his arms and gave me a mockingly critical look.

  I smiled at him teasingly.

  “Well, who would have thought one day, Joseph Thompkins’ daughter would be working for me?” He shook his head, pretending to be amazed.

  I crossed my arms back at him, drawing myself up to my full height. “Who would have thought that the day would come when I would choose to work for Knox Grayson, media billionaire?” I raised my eyebrows at him with a playfully challenging look.

  He laughed as he dropped his arms to his side. “As I said, you’re going to get the gist of what you have to do from Stef…wherever she went and if there is anything else you need, don’t hesitate to ask.” He winked at me as he walked back toward his office.

  I could feel my cheeks flushing pink. I was glad I wore enough blush to take away the stark contrast the heat would have shown on my pale cheeks, but I still hoped he didn’t notice.

  “First day with a real job I take it?”

  A voice behind me interrupted my thoughts, and I turned with a whirl to see Stef. I had briefly met her with my father, and though I did feel jealous of the relationship she had with Knox, I had to admit, I hoped she would like me as well. “I guess you could say that. My father always thought I would go right from school into Harvard, so he wasn’t too keen on me wasting my time with jobs that wouldn’t work for me long term.” I knew this was partially a lie, but I didn’t care. Anything that would get this woman to not judge me would make me happy.

  “Daddy’s little girl, huh?” she asked with a slight raise of her eyebrows as she walked over and leaned over the desk, clicking away at the computer. “Don’t worry, we’ve all been there. Just remember that you’re in a whole new world now, and there’s a whole new meaning to that phrase,” Stef said as she looked over her shoulder at me.

  I felt uncomfortable and I hoped my nervousness wouldn’t show. I shifted from one foot to another, then I tossed my high ponytail over my shoulder, protesting my ignorance. “I think I can handle it,” I said with far more confidence than I really felt.

  She gave me a light smile, then she shook her head. “I remember when I was just like you…keep up that attitude, and you aren’t going to have to worry about a thing.” She winked at me then pulled out the chair, motioning for me to take a seat.

  I obeyed, and did what I could to focus on the screen in front of me, though I couldn’t shake the feeling that Knox had left his door partially open for a reason. I had no idea if he usually kept his door open or if it was some kind of an accident, but the fact that I could see the edge of his desk kept driving me crazy.

  I wished he had opened it all the way and I could see what he was doing in there – or confirm whether he was really watching me like I hoped he was. But with the door closed as much as it was, I could only see scraps of movement inside the room from the corner of my eye, and I would have to be happy with that.

  “Now, it’s your turn,” Stef said suddenly.

  I gulped as I put my hands on the keyboard, silently praying that I’d been paying attention enough to what she said, so I would be able to do the same thing. I’d better stop daydreaming and do my job.

  “Take a deep breath and show me that confidence,” she encouraged.

  I smiled. Suddenly, it didn’t matter how close this woman had been with Knox in the past. I liked her and I intended to show her I could handle myself even in this kind of environment. I was beautiful, bold, and strong…a grown woman now and one who knew what she wanted in life. I wanted Knox and this was a fact I couldn’t deny either. I’d wanted him for a long time.

  A grown woman who knew what she wanted —and how to get it.

  I was amazed how fast three weeks could fly by, but before I even felt like I blinked, they had. I’d settled into my new job perfectly and felt eager to see where it would all take me. If I were perfectly honest with myself, I had to admit I wasn’t entirely sure what to expect working with Starboard Industries, but I soon learned it was like working with my own group of best friends – at least, one of them.

  Stef and I got along much better than I thought we would, and before long, I had come to think of her as one of my closest friends on the floor. Of course, the others working there were nice to me, but there was a level of reserve between us. I wasn’t certain if I was the one who’d put it there or if they were, but I wasn’t really worried about it.

  After all, I had come to be Knox’s personal assistant, not any of theirs, and I would fill the position with all the passion I had in me. He started me off slow…most of my assignments were taking place in the office, basically doing all the things he didn’t want to do. I didn’t have to do much of the work myself, but it was just my job to make sure it got done.

  If he wanted something to be reported to HR, I was the one who took care of it. If he wanted a phone call made that he didn’t wish to be a part of personally, I was the one who made it. The more comfortable I became in the office, the more duties he gave me to do, and the more comfortable I became in doing them.

  He paid not only for gas for me to get around town for him, but he also gave me a car to run the errands in. Of course, when Daddy raised his eyebrows about me getting a car with this position, he insisted it was nothing more than a company vehicle that I was allowed to use while at work, but I secretly liked to think Knox had given it to me as a personal gift.

  I would do anything and everything he asked of me – from running errands to mailing something he wanted mailed immediately, to bringing back lunch or even just a cup of coffee if he asked. Anything I could do to make his day easier – or just to bring a smile to his face which I would do quickly and without question, feeling like I was working with a celebrity each time I did anything.

  Of course, I was handsomely rewarded for all the work I did. Knox not only paid me a very large salary for taking on the job to begin with, but he would often let me keep all the extra money as a ‘tip’ for the work I put into doing something. Money was nothing to him – he wouldn’t only give me enough to get lunch from one of the upscale places downtown, but he would give me enough extra money that I would end up with fifty dollars in change for myself.

  I wasn’t at all scanty with the tips I would leave people no matter where I went, and I soon became a popular face in many of the different venues I stopped at to grab something to eat or drink.

  Money wasn’t the only way he would thank me. When I was with Knox, I felt like I was queen of the world. He would put his hand on my lower back, making me feel safe and secure next to him during all staff meetings. He would brush his arm against mine as he passed me in the hall, and he would put both his hands on my shoulders if he were to come up behind me when I was on the computer.

  Of course, I thought nothing of the gestures besides the thrill they gave me – I was still convinced he would be nothing more than a fantasy I would continue to yearn for until the day he finally found someone else to take up his time.

  But it didn’t seem to me that he was looking for anyone else. There were women he would tell me he didn’t want to hear from and should they call, I was to tell them he was out of the office and call them back – but not tell him if they left him a message in the first place. If they were to stop by, it was me they had to get through before they were allowed into his office – and it was my job to make sure they weren’t ever allowed in there. Of course, I gladly did this. I hoped he didn’t have a steady girlfriend. I intended to change that, if I could. Yes, it seems brash and hopeful, but then I would remember the kiss and feel emboldened.

  The only woman he didn’t tell me to shield him from was his ex-wife. Yes, it did bother me
that she was allowed to have access to him, but I did find relief knowing it was unlikely she would ever want to do so. Every time he brought her up it was with disdain for the situation and a relief that he was no longer a part of it, and I found comfort in this.

  Of course, I did my own share of the flirting in every way I could. I knew he already liked me, and after the kiss, I had a pretty good idea that he was also attracted to me…so of course, I intended to do anything and everything in my power to encourage him.

  “And here is the final report from that deal you signed last week,” I said as I leaned across his desk, handing him the small stack of papers. He reached forward and took them, and I allowed my fingers to brush over his before letting go of the report myself.

  Knox studied the paper and shook his head. “These dates are all wrong. Are you sure that we set up the appointment for next month?” he asked me with frustration in his voice.

  I walked around the desk so I was behind him, leaning down toward the paper with my head close to his. I had my hand on his shoulder, and he was pointing to the various places on the paper to the listed dates.

  “I’m not sure. I just wrote down what was told to me. If there’s a problem with this, then I’ll ask them,” I said with a smile.

  “Good girl,” he replied, as he so often did when I said or did something he liked. He reached out and touched the hem of my skirt.

  I felt the familiar thrill rush through me. I was wearing a slate grey office skirt that showed off all my curves in just the right way. My father didn’t approve of the shape or style, which made me love it all the more.

  And I knew Knox was in love with it as well.

  “I’ll have another copy to you by the end of the hour,” I said as I walked toward the door. I swung my hips a little more than usual, and smiled to myself when I could hear his excited breathing behind me. “Does that work for you?” I asked, turning quickly as I reached to close the door behind me.

  His eyes darted from my ass to my face as he gave me a hungry smile. “That’s perfect,” Knox said.

  And that’s a week!” I said triumphantly as I set the file on Knox’s desk.

  He had leaned back in his chair with his hands clasped behind his head, looking up at the ceiling.

  I was having a difficult time knowing if he was disinterested in what I had to say, or if he was just over the week himself. It had been stressful on everyone, and I was glad to have him there to help me through it all.

  “Goodnight you two, I’m heading home,” Stef said as she poked her head into the office.

  I turned quickly to smile at her.

  Knox looked down from his arrogant pose. “Goodnight, have a great weekend,” he said.

  I also bid her goodnight and listened as her footsteps faded in the room toward the door. The echoing sound of the door closing rattled through the office, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

  We were alone.

  “Is that good enough for you?” I asked.

  Knox sighed as he leaned forward. “What’s this?” he asked as he pointed to something on the paper.

  As I so often did, I walked around to his same side of the desk to see what he was pointing at, and I sighed as I read the error. “I can go take care of that right now,” I said as I reached for the paper. But his hand lingering at the top of my skirt was enough to stop me. My breathing was already getting heavier, and I could feel my hands trembling.

  “It’s nothing that can’t be taken care of on Monday, isn’t it?” he asked.

  I let go of the sheet. “I suppose. I just like to get things done right away,” I said with a flirtatious tease.

  He was looking at me with the same look he had just before he kissed me, and I could feel my own breath trembling. His hand wandered down to the hem of my skirt.

  I gasped as I felt him lifting it.

  “You are just so sexy,” he whispered.

  I turned suddenly and looked at him. Without a word, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, kissing him as I had seen in films so many times. When I pulled back, I could see the passion in his eyes once more, and I turned back to the desk. “Please,” I said as I lifted my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear – I never liked the lines they left under this skirt, and I refused to wear a thong.

  He rose from his chair behind me, and I gasped as his hands explored my ass and my clit. “You’re so wet,” he breathed.

  I leaned back, pressing my ass against the bulge in his pants, and he gasped. With a sudden, fluid motion, he turned me around and lifted me onto the desk, kissing me with his lips, his tongue. He nibbled at my neck with his teeth, and his hands groped my breasts over my shirt. I reached forward and started unbuttoning his. Our breathing was growing with intensity as each second passed, and within seconds, he was helping me pull his shirt off. I rolled it from his shoulders, leaning back on the desk and looking over his perfect body.

  His skin was tan and his body muscular. His nipples were even darker, and I couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss them – to bite them myself. He was a sexy as I’d dreamed abut.

  Knox groaned, and in another fluid motion, he had my shirt unbuttoned. He unhooked my bra, revealing breasts that were large, full, and round. “Damn!” he breathed as he dove into them.

  I leaned back and moaned, enjoying each second of his breath against them. He took my nipples in his teeth and bit at them, sending pain and thrills of pleasure through me. But he didn’t stop there. He began kissing me, moving downward between my breasts and down my stomach, skipping my skirt and licking between my legs.

  I felt his tongue glide in and out between my lips, sucking on my clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure running through my body. I wasn’t a virgin, but never in my life had I had sex like this. He was taking me to a whole new world, and I was desperately begging to be taken there. He rose suddenly, his hands at his pants. I reached forward and helped him undo his belt, yanking down his pants and exposing his throbbing cock.

  I gasped at the sight of it.

  Knox laughed. “What’s the matter, little girl? Haven’t you ever seen a big boy before?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “Never one like this!” I was leaning forward on the desk, but I wasn’t certain what I ought to do next.

  He grabbed my head and pulled me forward, and I started licking and sucking at his cock. He moaned and shuddered at the pleasure of it. “Dammit Meagan! You’re a natural!” he breathed.

  I did my best to smile, my mouth full of him.

  He suddenly pulled me up and turned me around. I was facing the desk once more, and I put my hands on it in anticipation. He spread my legs with his own, and pressed the head of his massive dick against my lips. “Are you ready?” he asked. He didn’t wait for a reply, but rather shoved himself deep inside me.

  I cried out from surprise mixed with pain, as well as pleasure. He was so massive, I felt like he was splitting me right in half. He shuddered and groaned about how tight I was, and I could barely let out how big he was. Knox didn’t waste any time thrusting, however, and with each new pump, I moaned with more pleasure.

  He reached around and grabbed my breasts, massaging them, squeezing them in his hands. His dick was pounding into me with each new thrust that he made, and within seconds, I was screaming with pleasure as he brought me to orgasm. The man had control over my body like no one ever before. I marveled at the ease in which he got me so turned on and made me come before I could even fathom what was happening.

  He grabbed my hips, holding me still, thrusting into me with more power now, and I held onto the desk, steadying myself. He made a few more deep thrusts, then I heard him moan as he twitched inside me. I could feel his pulsing cock as he emptied his cum deep into me, and I sighed with satisfaction. I’d never felt a man so well inside me. I stood up as best I could.

  He held me against him, still massaging my breasts and kissing my neck. “My God, Meagan – that was the best sex I’ve ever had,” he breathed into my ear.
/>
  I smiled and pressed my ass against him once more. I could feel him twitch with the pleasure of it, and I looked over my shoulder into his eyes. “Me too,” I said with a coy smile. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine, and I felt another surge of a thrill run through me. Not only was his massive cock inside me, surrounded by the cum he’d just pumped into me, but his tongue was now down my throat as well. This was heaven like I’d never known existed, and I thought I might faint from the sheer joy of it. We kissed like that for a moment, his hands still groping my firm breasts.

  Then, with a sudden movement, he pulled himself out of me. I could feel the wet, warm stream running down my leg, but I was quick to cover it with my skirt. I started to pull my bra back on, but he stopped me.

  “Just a second,” Knox said as he buried his face in my tits once more. After sucking on both of them and giving them a final kiss, he looked up at me. “You have a great weekend,” he said.

  I smiled coyly as I slipped on my bra and began buttoning my shirt. I’d already had the best time in the world. I’d also never had such hot sex before. “You as well.” I smirked as I walked toward the door.

  Going home that Friday night I felt like I was on top of the world, but nothing could prepare me for how I felt the next morning. No, nothing happened during the night. I’d gone home, and it ended up being the same kind of evening I always had with my father.

  He had a couple of drinks, asked me about my day, and settled in with one of the games he wanted to watch.

  I, of course, pampered myself dearly, with all of the things I could now afford working with Knox. I’d turned my private bathroom into something of a private spa, complete with anything and everything I wanted to have a good hour or two to myself.

  But the next morning when I woke, I was in panic mode. I felt guilty about being the girl who’d slept with my boss, regardless of who he was. I wondered if he felt guilty as well, and I wasn’t sure if I felt happy or devastated when there weren’t any text messages on my phone after I checked it for the hundredth time.