Kiss my Boss (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant Book 1)

by Kelli Callahan

  “Godrick!” I cried as we dropped an entire floor until we stopped again. I fell forward, and he caught me in his arms, pushing my hair out of my face and kissing my forehead to try and calm me down.

  “It’s okay, baby. I got you. It’s alright.”

  My entire body shook from fear. I had never been stuck in an elevator before, and I never felt myself falling through the air. After a few minutes, we didn’t move, and Godrick reached for the help button, but when he pressed it, nothing happened.

  We were stuck, and no one knew.

  “Are you okay?” His hands rubbed up and down my back, every brush of his skin against mine calming me.

  I pushed him away until I was in the corner again. I needed space from him, but every time I tried, the universe seemed to throw us together. I was stuck in a damn elevator with the man that made my heart beat and come back to life after the horrible year I had.

  “Do not push me away anymore.” The words rumbled his chest, seeming louder in the enclosed space. He took a step forward and laid his hands on either side of my head, bringing his nose to me. “You think you know me? You think you know what I want? You know nothing!” he snapped, the words flew like venom in my face, making me flinch. “You think this is just sex? That’s a lie. You know damn well this is more than that. You think I want other women? You think I don’t want you because of what? Some psychopath not able to let you go? Can’t say I blame him. You seem to make a lasting impression. You won’t believe me; only time will prove to you that I could never get bored of you.” Godrick touched my temple, and I wondered if that meant he wouldn’t get bored of my mind. “I could never get bored of your body.” His hands cupped my face before traveling down the exposed curves of my torso. “I’ve never met a woman like you.”

  I lifted my leg to press my knee against his stomach and gave one last weak attempt to push him away. His grabbed my leg and wrapped it around his right hip. Godrick jerked my other leg up, the only part of me left that was on the ground. He pressed my back against the wall harder and settled between the space of my legs. His hard cock pressed against my bathing suit bottoms, and I moaned when I felt him.

  “I’m done playing nice. I’m done being patient. I’m going to show you what I want.” He gripped my chin so I wouldn’t look away from him. “And then there won’t be a question in that pretty little mind about us.” He smashed his lips against mine, silencing anything I was about to say, swallowing my trepidation down his throat. “I’m going to fuck you,” he said between kisses. “I’m going to fill you up and stretch you out, but first—” he nipped my bottom lip. “First, you’re going to suck my cock down your throat.” He dropped my legs, and I almost fell to the ground. His hands pressed against my shoulders, forcing me on my knees. “Hands behind your back, mouth open.”

  I did what he said, lacing my fingers together and laid them on my curve on my lower back. I coated my throat in saliva as I swallowed and parted my lips.

  “Wider,” he said, undoing the tie on his shorts.

  I opened my mouth wider, and when he pulled his cock out, he wasn’t gentle with me, he shoved his massive length between my lips, hitting the back of my throat which made me gag and cough. “Stay just like that.” Godrick’s fingers tightened around my scalp, pulling my hair until my eyes watered.

  Like I could go anywhere with his cock in my mouth and my knees in my spilled drink.

  He tilted my head back and watched as he fucked my face with his dick. “Oh, fuck yes, Lucy. Look at you.” He sawed in and out of my lips. Drool dripped from the corner of my lips and chin. I wanted to unhook my hands and touch him, suck him how I had dreamed of sucking him.

  I lifted my eyes up to see his face. Did he like what he felt? His eyes were puddles of murky water as he stared at me, thrusting his cock in and out of my lips. He looked entranced as he watched himself disappear inside my mouth. The salty taste of his precome burst across my tongue, and I knew from that moment on, I’d be addicted to Godrick’s flavor. He’s become my favorite drink to quench my thirst.

  “Fuck,” he started to move his hips quicker, and his heavy sack slapped against my chin. With a savage growl, he yanked me to my feet with the painful grip he had on my hair and licked the spit off my lips before shoving his tongue in my mouth.

  My lips were tingling, almost numb from how stretched they were from his cock, and my knees throbbed from being on the metal floor. Godrick was quick. While he kissed me, one hand plucked the ties of my bathing suit bottoms off my hips, and they fell to the floor, leaving me bare.

  His hands gripped the thick of my ass and lifted me. The cold metal of the wall hit my back, and his palm wrapped around my throat again, just like the first time in his office. Only this time, he squeezed so hard, I coughed, needing air.

  He was choking me.

  Godrick sneered, curling his lip as he shoved his cock inside my pussy in one firm stroke. I tried to make a noise from the intrusion, but the hold on my throat prevented me. Oh my god, he felt so good, so big. He was right. He filled me up in every way. It was almost painful, but I wanted more.

  “Are you on birth control?” he asked, sliding his bare cock out until the tip was left in. He left it like that, giving me shallow, short thrusts as he waited for my answer.

  “Yes.” The word came out strangled and gurgled.

  “Oh, good girl. We’ll talk about you not needing to be on it later.”

  I wanted to question him and tell him, ‘Fuck no would I be getting off it’, but then I imagined being full of come and then pregnant with his child, and all my resolve fled.

  “I’ll always fuck you raw. Nothing between us. Raw and bare, just like whatever this is between us, Lucy.” He gave me another hard thrust, slamming my back against the wall until a sharp twinge of pain radiated off my shoulder. He finally released my throat, and I gasped, the inhale long and sharp to fill my lungs with much-needed air.

  The elevator became humid, and the slight smell of rum lingered in the air from my drink. My ass rubbed against the rail that lined the walls of the elevator as he relentlessly fucked me. He bent down and bit my nipple through my bikini, making me I cry out. This time he didn’t silence me. It was like he wanted people to hear what he was doing to me.

  “You’re mine, Lucy. No matter how much you fight me, at the end of every fucking day, you’re mine.”

  It scared the hell out of me, but I knew better than to argue right now. With every stroke, his cock hit my womb, and my pussy hungrily wanted his seed to fill me up. He curled his hips, the wet sounds of our sexes slapped together with every forceful, strong thrust. He had power in every inch of him.

  I was crying out, soaking his cock with my slick. “You feel so good, Godrick. More, I want more. Harder!”

  He dropped my legs and spun me around, bringing his hand down my ass. That one slap like in the kitchen of my apartment, and I stood on my toes, careening from the delicious sting. I pressed my ass against his pelvis, silently telling him I wanted more, but he only gave me the one slap.

  “Don’t order me around. I know what you want. I know what this pussy wants.” He pulled me back by my hair until his mouth was brushing against my ear. “I can feel what you want.” He rammed his cock into me, and my ass shook, and my tits bounced with how hard he was giving it to me. “This pussy is so tight, so wet. It’s mine, isn’t it? Tell me it’s mine.”

  I knew if I did, I knew if I gave into him, I’d be admitting that I belonged to him. I wasn’t there yet, so I kept my mouth shut and shook my head.

  “Tell me,” he snarled, slamming me flat against the wall and burying his cock to the hilt.

  I kept silent.

  “Fine.” He pummeled into my cunt with his cock, going faster than I thought was possible. My hands held onto the rails, and I stuck my ass out so the position wouldn’t leave me with a twinge of pain every time his cock brushed against a certain spot inside me. The simple change in position caused him to hit that other spot though, th
e spot that made me gush all over him. “Make no mistake; you are mine, Lucy.” His fingers clutched my ass, using it as leverage to pound into me. He spread my ass cheeks, and I felt embarrassed with what I knew he saw. He brushed his thumb over the puckered star, growling when he tried to push in, but there was too much give. “I’m going to take this too. I’m going to own every hole, baby. I’m going to take your cunt, your ass, your mouth, I’m going make sure you are overflowing with my seed, and then you won’t have a doubt in your mind that you belong to me.”

  There was no doubt. I knew I was his; I just couldn’t say the words.

  My breath caught when his tight hold moved to my breasts, squeezed them until I tossed my head back and bounced on his dick. I met him thrust for thrust. I was getting close. That familiar warmth in my belly spread to my legs, and my toes curled.

  “Your pussy is getting tighter. You’re close, aren’t you?”

  “Mmm.” The word was a whine as I tossed my head back on his shoulders. Godrick bit my shoulder, and I gritted my teeth from the pain. “Godrick.”

  “Louder.” He fucked into me again, wrapping both hands around my neck, using that as support next as he leaned back and sped up his thrusts.

  I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t be louder with him squeezing my neck. “Godrick.” It came out as a pathetic whisper.

  “Fucking louder!” he yelled at me, nipping my neck and ear.

  Everything started to blur together, the oncoming orgasm, the lack of air, how good he felt inside me, I felt like I was about to pass out.

  “Godrick!” I doubled over, and it only caused his hold on my neck to tighten, but I didn’t care. He buried himself in my pussy and with a wild grunt as he pumped his scolding hot seed inside me. I felt it splash against my walls, every rope shooting further than the last.

  He released my throat and the rush of air at the same time my orgasm hit me was sensation overload. I screamed at the top of my lungs and slammed my fist against the wall, falling limp the next second. Godrick caught me, turned around until his back was against the elevator, and slid down until he sat.

  I was on his lap, both of us gasping for air. He was still inside me, cock still flexing along with the tremors of my own body, sucking his seed into the depths of my womb. “Oh god,” I mumbled, feeling feverish. I rubbed the skin around my neck and hissed. It was raw and tender, and I knew if I looked in the mirror, it would be red.

  He kissed his way down my shoulder, and his damp forehead dropped to the back of my neck.

  The elevator started to move again, and I jumped up so fast, he barely had time to catch me to tell me otherwise. His cock was half hard and drenched in the combination of our juices. A flood of his come left my pussy and started to run down my legs.

  With shaking hands, I grabbed my bottoms off the elevator floor and tied each side to my hips. He tucked himself back in his swim trunks, and when he reached for me, the doors opened to my floor. “This cannot happen again. It can’t,” I said when panic started to bubble in my chest, in my mind. It took over. I ran from him, darting down the hall to get away from the man that clouded my judgement.

  I needed to shower. I felt filthy but delicious, and at the same time, I didn’t want to bathe. I wanted to feel him between my legs all day.

  What had I done? I just crossed a line we could never come back from because I knew if we had sex once, we’d have it again.

  And again.

  Until I would admit that I was his, and then what?

  What would I do then?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Godrick

  I checked my watch to see that it was five past nine and Lucy wasn’t here yet. I wasn’t a stickler when it came to time, but I wondered if she wasn’t going to come today because of what happened over the weekend.

  We finally had sex.

  Fucking finally. I felt like I had been waiting my entire life for that moment. A part of me hated that it was in an elevator, a dirty elevator, but it was hot and passionate. She had the tightest pussy I had ever felt. It was the best sex I had ever had, and when she ran away from me, telling me it couldn’t happen again…

  I didn’t even take her seriously because I knew it would. No matter how much she fights it, we always end up together. And we always would. I wasn’t worried about it, but I needed her to see that we were meant to be together. She was skittish, but I had a good feeling that she’d come around. She just got scared, and I needed to be patient.

  Checking my watch again, I groaned when only another two minutes had gone by. I leaned back in the chair and laced my hands behind my head, stretching. Maybe I should get to work. It would help me get my mind off her.

  In the distance, thunder rolled and shook the window. A bad storm was coming, in more ways than one. Light rain pelted against the window, dribbling down the windows like tears. I blew out a breath before cracking my fingers and got to work. I checked my email, responded to a few future clients, took two meetings over the phone, and before I knew it, it was lunchtime.

  My phone rang again, and I pressed the button on my Bluetooth earpiece. “Stoneridge here.”

  “No, shit. Who else would I be calling?”

  I rolled my eyes when I heard Haden’s voice and stood in front of the windows, looking out onto the beautiful Manhattan city. Traffic was bumper to bumper, yellow taxies in the hundreds it looked like. Why someone took a taxi in New York City, I’d never understood. Everyone knows the subway was the way to go. “What’s up, Haden?” I asked, checking my messages to see if she messaged back.

  She had gotten better at not ignoring me. She might have run from me, but she did message me back over the weekend, which gave me more hope than I initially had.

  “What’s up with me? What’s up with you? I haven’t spoken to you in forever.”

  I had yet to tell him that I met someone. I didn’t know if he would believe me. It wasn’t often that I spoke about women or anyone I was interested in, so when I brought Lucy up, Haden would know it would be serious. “I…well…” I cleared my throat and grinned when her smile invaded my mind. “I met someone. Her name is Lucy.”

  Silence.

  For a few minutes too long.

  I glanced at my phone to make sure we were still connected. “Hello?”

  “I’m here. I’m just processing.”

  “It isn’t that big of a deal.”

  “Not a big deal? Are you kidding? I’ve known you for years, and I have never seen you in a relationship. What’s she like? Is she pretty? Does she have a sister?”

  I snorted from all his questions, and when I turned around to head back to my desk, Lucy was there, looking a bit unsure if she was welcome. “I got to go.”

  “What? No! Rick, you better not—”

  I hung up the phone on him without question and took the Bluetooth earpiece out of my ear. “Hi, baby,” I greeted, laying the electronics on the black coffee table in the middle of the room. “I’ve thought about you all day, where have you been?” My hands slid around her hips effortlessly, and the black material of her simple dress was soft against my fingertips. She looked delicious today. Her red hair against the black dress made it look brighter than it really was.

  “I’ve been here. I’ve just been a bad assistant and didn’t come into your office.”

  My lips tilted into a smirk when I leaned in and gave her a quick kiss. “Are you going to stop running from me yet?”

  “I don’t know. I don’t want to run.”

  I took a quick peek at the door to see if it was shut. It had been too long since I had seen her, two days, and I was ready to strip her bare and have my way with her again. I maneuvered her to where I could back her up against the desk, picked her up by her ass, and set her on the edge.

  Her cheeks tinted a bright shade of red, and her lips shined with a gloss that smelled of cherries. I loved it when she wore that gloss. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I came in here to tell you that your meeting at three got cancelled.”


  “No, you didn’t.” I inhaled the smelled of her skin, running my nose along her cheek. “You could have sent an email. You wanted to see me, admit it.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “Admit it. That’s why you came in here.” I kissed the side of her neck, and her hands drifted up my chest, sliding my coat off my shoulders until it landed on the floor. “Tell me.” I nipped at her collarbone, and her skin awoke in goosebumps.

  “I wanted to see you. I missed you.”

  Those were the words I needed to here. She had yet to admit any feelings for me, so the fact that she came in here and wanted to see me shattered the last wall I had up around my heart. She unbuttoned my shirt, and I smoothed my hands up her thighs until my fingers hooked in her underwear. I pulled them off and brought the tiny black lace up in the air, staring at the pointless material. I buried my nose in them, and my shaft plumped when the scent of her nectar drifted in my nostrils and made itself home in my bloodstream. “You smell divine.” I stuffed the panties into my pant pocket and brushed them over my rock solid cock. “You know what I’m going to do with these later?” I licked a trail from her chin to her lips.

  “What?” She tilted her head back, giving me the column of her neck.

  “I’m going to wrap them around my cock as I fuck my fist at the thoughts of you.” My fingers spread through her sheath, and wetness flowed out of her hole, soaking my fingers. “You like that idea, don’t you?” I pushed two fingers inside her cunt and groaned when her warmth sucked me in to the knuckles.

  “Maybe.” Her hands fumbled with the belt of my pants, the leather strap whipping the air as she did her best to get my cock out of the constraint.

  I stopped her when she couldn’t get the needle from the hole of the belt, taking her hands in mine. Our eyes met, and I saw something I had never seen before; she was desperate for me. My hand found the space between her neck and jaw and pulled her to me, bringing her lips to mine. Our lips moved together perfectly; we were in sync as our mouths danced together. I laid her down against my desk and bunched up her dress around her hips so I could have access to that beautiful wet cunt of hers.