Knocked Up- The Complete Box Set

by Lilian Monroe

  “Nothing happened,” I say, brushing the last of my tears away. “God, this is so embarrassing.”

  “Stop, it’s fine.” He stands up and leans on the desk beside me. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his body next to me. “It’s been a stressful week.”

  “Yeah,” I reply lamely. How could I explain why to my boss I was crying, no, sobbing in my office on my own. Because I lost a ring? Because three years ago I was told I would never have children?? How completely pathetic of me.

  “Harper, if this is about work, you should take the weekend off. You’ve put together a brilliant plan and the team will be able to carry it through.”

  He’s staring at me again with those eyes. His face looks softer than it usually does, and his voice is barely louder than a whisper. It almost sounds like he really cares. I shake my head.

  “I’ve got a couple things to do tomorrow. Don’t worry about me, Zach, you just caught me at a bad time. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

  “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you, Harper.”

  Something in the way he says it makes my eyes flick up towards him. The softness in his eyes makes my heart grow twice its size and a soft warmth floods my veins. Zach reaches over and runs his finger along my temple, then tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. I close my eyes and inhale deeply as his finger traces the line of my jaw.

  For the first time in three weeks, I ignore the voice that’s telling me this is wrong. All I’ve wanted is to feel his touch, and now he’s here next to me and everything feels right. My hand moves up to meet his and he grabs it, pulling me up to face him. He’s still leaning on my desk and suddenly I’m standing in front of him. He pulls me into him and wraps his arms around me, then brings his hand up to my cheek to wipe away the last of my tears.

  “Don’t cry,” he says softly.

  “I’m not crying,” I reply. “Not anymore, anyways.”

  “Good,” he grins.

  Time stands still as our faces move towards each other. I can feel the heat of his thighs on either side of my body and the warmth of his hand on my lower back. His other hand cups my face and then tangles into my hair as he brings my head closer to his. Finally, finally, our lips crush together and I taste his kiss again.

  He tastes better than I remember. My arms hook themselves around his neck and I lean into him, pressing myself against his broad chest as his arms pull me in even closer. We kiss and kiss and kiss until I have to pull away to catch my breath.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he growls. “I’ve been dreaming about you for three weeks, Harper. Come home with me.”

  “Okay,” I reply. It’s the only response I can manage, even though I want to tell him that I’ve been dreaming of him too. I want to tell him that every orgasm I’ve given myself these past few weeks I’ve been thinking of him, and every time I see him all I want to do is run my fingers all over his body.

  I don’t say any of that. I can’t. My throat feels tight and all I can do is stare at him, wide-eyed with my heart thumping against my ribs. He kisses my lips one more time and then grabs my hand. I pick up my purse and we head out the door together.

  22

  Zach

  My body is buzzing. I can’t think, I can barely speak. It takes all my concentration to drive to my place knowing that Harper is right here beside me and she’s coming home with me. We stumble out of the car and rush inside. Her cheeks are flushed from the cold winter air when we get to my door. I steal a kiss before opening the door for her.

  We take the elevator to the top floor and stumble inside, lips already interlocked and bodies separated by many layers of thick winter clothing. Harper giggles as she takes off her hat and gloves and starts unbuttoning her long coat.

  “This isn’t quite so sexy when you have to spend ten minutes taking off all your layers,” she laughs as she kicks off her boots.

  “I still think it’s sexy,” I say, pulling her in for another kiss. I’ve never tasted lips that are so sweet. It feels like she melts into my arms whenever we touch. My whole body is tense with excitement.

  I wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. My cock is throbbing, aching for her already. She shivers slightly in my arms and I pull her in closer, letting my fingers slide to the nape of her neck as she wraps her arms around me. It feels too good to be close to her, it shouldn’t be allowed.

  “Come on,” I say in a hoarse whisper. I take her hand and guide her to my bedroom. She climbs onto the bed and in an instant I’m there with her, my body sinking down onto hers. I try to prop myself up on my arms to stop my body from crushing hers. Harper doesn’t let me. She wraps her legs around me and pulls me down until our bodies sink into the bed and I can feel the warmth of her desire pressing against my stomach. She shivers again and moans before kissing me. I can feel her body vibrating under mine. It feels like a coiled spring, ready to explode as soon as I find the switch to release it.

  Everything I’ve been dreaming of for the past three weeks is happening. Every look, every moment I’ve had at the office where all I could think about was her is coming to a head. I feel like my body is floating and flying through space at the same time. I can see every detail of her skin, every strand of hair, every freckle, every perfect curve and at the same time I can hardly focus on anything except the heat of her body and the hardness of my cock.

  I’m panting as my lips find her ear, her neck, her clavicle. My kisses cover her soft white skin and I feel her hands fist into my hair. It’s electric, the way she touches me. I slip my hand under her shirt and feel the softness of the skin on her stomach.

  I run my fingers up her stomach and cup her breast, loving the way she moans as I feel her grind her hips into me. She feels better, she tastes better, she smells better than I remembered. She sits up and I help her slip off her shirt. The breath almost leaves my body. She has a freckle right below her left breast and I dip down to kiss it. My lips devour her skin. I can’t stop kissing and tasting every inch of her. I’m addicted.

  She’s letting out tiny moans as my mouth moves down her stomach towards the hem of her pants. I can feel the heat between her legs even through the fabric. She runs her fingers through my hair and grinds her hips up towards me. I lift my chin and our eyes meet. I can’t help but grin.

  “Don’t stop kissing me,” she breathes as I run my hands over her thighs. My fingers dip under the hem of her pants and I run them across her stomach, feeling just a fraction of an inch closer to her centre.

  Harper shivers and I lower my head down, kissing her pants in that crease between her leg and her hip. Her legs fall open and I can tell she wants me just as much as I want her.

  I thought I’d have her completely naked by now. I thought we’d be at each other like animals. I thought the second she was in my bed my cock would be buried inside her and I could feel her pussy gripping down on me, but all I want to do right now is watch this beautiful woman shiver and moan as I touch her. I want to make her feel the way she makes me feel. I want to take my time and savour every second we have together.

  Never has a woman had this effect on me. Watching her body react to my touch, to my lips, to my voice—it makes me almost insane with desire. It feels like our bodies know each other and everything happens by instinct. Her hand runs over my shoulder just as I reach up to trail my hands up her side. Her fingers tangle into my hair just as I dip my head down to kiss her stomach. Her hips tilt upwards just as I reach down to unfasten her pants. She moves, I move. It’s the most erotic dance I’ve ever seen.

  I hook my fingers into her pants and slide them down her thighs. Tossing them aside, my hands fly back to her legs and I run my fingers all the way back up to her panties.

  I can’t help it, I dip my head down and kiss the fabric, right where her clit is underneath it. I feel Harper exhale as she leans into the sensation. I breathe in deeply and I can just smell the sweet saltiness of her desire. My cock throbs and I dip down to kiss her again. She wraps her hands in
to my hair and tilts her hips up so that my lips meet the thin fabric of her panties again. I grip the sides of her hips and sink my fingers into her flesh. I find that crease between her leg and her hip and I let my tongue trail along the edge of her panties.

  Harper lets out a soft moan and my cock pulses again. I can feel the heat between her legs and I can’t take it anymore. I rip her panties off in one smooth movement. Harper’s legs fall open and I exhale when I see her slit. It’s pink and glistening and I’m aching to sink my length into her.

  I won’t let myself. I can’t let myself, not now. Not with her like this, lying in my bed with her legs spread. My body is screaming for me to sheathe myself inside but first I have to taste her. I dive down and grip her hips, squeezing her between my fingers. The instant my mouth makes contact with her slit I hear her let out a laboured breath and her back arches.

  Her wetness hits my tongue and I see stars. I’ve never tasted anything like this before. I’m not licking her, I’m devouring her. She’s moaning and I’m moaning and my mouth is claiming her hungrily as her back arches and her fingers sink into my shoulders. Her nails dig into my flesh and the pain only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through my veins.

  I find her clit and swirl my tongue around it, feeling the hard bud between my lips as her moans get more pitched. There’s a fever between us, a tension, a passion. I can’t stop until I make this woman shudder and moan while my mouth ravages her.

  I’m claiming her. She’s mine.

  23

  Harper

  In this moment I’m totally and completely his. I’m under his spell. I’m lost. My body is trembling and I feel like I’m on the edge of consciousness. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters except the feeling of his lips between my legs and his tongue swirling as my orgasm builds.

  I’ve never had a man touch me like this, taste me like this. He’s doing more than tasting me, he’s claiming my body in its entirety. My legs are shaking as he wraps his arms around my thighs, pushing my legs over his shoulders. His fingers slide down below his mouth and twirl around my opening, teasing me.

  My body aches for him. The emptiness inside me is almost unbearable. His fingers torment me, sliding through my honey slick desire as they tease my opening and I feel my body contract around the nothingness. I need something. I need to be filled. I need him.

  As if he senses my ache, he plunges his fingers inside me and takes my clit between his lips at the same time. The heat explodes between my legs and I force myself to look down at him. His eyes are closed and he moans as he tastes me again. I can feel his passion and it sends me even deeper into the ocean of pleasure that’s washing over me.

  He’s enjoying this almost as much as I am.

  Zach drags his fingers out of me and then plunges back in and I know that’s a lie. There’s no way he could be enjoying this as much as me. Every time he moves it sends a new wave of fire coursing through my veins.

  He takes me closer and closer until finally the pressure inside me becomes too much. The heat building up between my legs erupts and I’m screaming, moaning, wailing wordlessly as his fingers and his mouth deliver the ultimate pleasure. My body lets go and I feel a flood of bliss crashing over me like a tidal wave.

  It’s not like my other orgasms. Instead of quenching my desire it only heightens it. As soon as the wave of pleasure subsides my eyes fly open and I sit up, pushing Zach off me and turning him over onto his back. He grins and complies without resistance.

  “I was enjoying that,” he reproaches.

  “Why do you get all the fun?” I reply with a smile. Before he can respond, I’m taking his pants and underwear off and wrapping my fingers around his thick cock. It’s hard and hot in my hand and it makes my body ache even more. I want him. I want him more than anything I’ve ever wanted before.

  I know what it feels to have that cock inside me. It’s indescribable, and it’s going to be inside me again. I exhale as I stroke it, slowly at first and then faster. I glance up at him and I see his eyes half-closed in a daze. He’s watching me, his eyes roaming over my breasts, my stomach, the glistening slit between my legs, and finally my hand wrapped around his shaft.

  “That feels so good,” he rasps.

  I have to taste it. I lower my lips and take his cock hungrily into my mouth. Right now, I’m not trying to be sexy. I’m not trying to tease him or wow him with my sensual prowess. Right now, I just want his cock deep in my mouth. I want to feel it hit the back of my throat and I want my eyes to water as he drives it deeper into me. I want to feel his body tense and his cock pulse between my lips. I want to hear his grunts and moans turn primal as his cock enters my mouth over and over and over again.

  I want it all.

  I close my eyes and let my mouth move up and down his shaft. His moans mix with mine as I take him in my mouth from the tip to the hilt. He moves his hip and drives his cock down my throat, just barely making me choke. I love the way it feels to have him between my lips. I can feel my own wetness dripping out of me as his cock pulses and thrusts in and out of my mouth. He curls his fingers into my hair and pushes my head down onto his cock.

  Zach pulls my hair slightly and gasps. “Harper,” he breathes. “Harper I’m going to come, stop.”

  I lift my head slightly and see his face, wide-eyed and open-mouthed staring back at me. His chest is heaving up and down. I grin and lower my head back down. I want him to feel how I just felt. I part my lips and take his cock slowly, inch by inch, into my waiting mouth. He groans and shudders when I start bobbing my head up and down faster and faster. His cock hits the back of my throat and I feel him get even harder.

  When he comes it sends pleasure coursing through my entire body. I run my hands over his chest and stomach as he bucks and convulses, his cock still buried deep down my throat. Zach’s hand squeezes my hair until his body relaxes and I swallow the white seed that’s filled my mouth.

  My own body is vibrating with pleasure. I can feel my centre pulsing with desire. I’ll have to wait to satisfy it, but I don’t mind.

  Finally, I lift my head and his cock slides out slowly. I crawl back up to lay beside him and he throws his arm across me, his eyes closed as he draws in one ragged breath after another.

  “Jesus,” he sighs as his eyes flutter open. I smile. I’ve never enjoyed giving a man an orgasm quite as much as I enjoyed that.

  24

  Harper

  There’s a thin film of sweat all over Zach’s body, and I can feel my hair matted against my head. I don’t care though, not even a little bit. Zach chuckles and shifts onto his side to face me. His pillows are soft and silky and his bed feels like it’s made of clouds.

  “I was dreading spending the holidays at the office, but it’s turned out better than expected,” he says, trailing his fingers up my arm and along my collarbone. I shiver at the sensation, my body still buzzing from the orgasm that just rocked through me and the adrenaline of making him come so hard.

  “Between pulling down the tree and then sobbing into your shoulder it’s a wonder you’re interested in me at all,” I laugh.

  Zach laughs and I watch as his face brightens. His teeth are perfectly white and straight, and when he laughs his whole face transforms. I still can’t believe I’m in my boss’s bed. I feel a warmth pass through me and I smile with him.

  “Is it too soon to laugh yet? God, Harper, you pulling down that tree was one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen.” He’s laughing again and I can’t help but chuckle. I playfully slap his arm.

  “Stop,” I say.

  “You just had to get the biggest tree, didn’t you? Exponential growth of Christmas cheer with every extra foot of height, if I remember correctly?”

  “Well, I wasn’t wrong,” I protest.

  “You want to show me that graph again, I think you missed the part about the tree smashing to the ground.”

  Before I can say any more his lips are crushed against mine and his fingers are tangling into my hai
r. He smells like musk and the weight of his body presses me down into the plush bed. I feel like I’m dreaming, or floating, or both.

  His body is smooth and hard and I can feel his muscles rippling under his skin. He moves his hand down the side of my body, squeezing my waist and then reaching up to cup my breast. I shiver under his touch.

  I don’t know what it is about him but every time he touches me it’s like it sets my body on fire. His hands are strong and warm, and the way he touches me sends sparks flying off my skin. I wrap my arms around him and curl my fingers into his back, feeling the hardness of his muscles under my touch.

  Zach shifts his weight and sits up on his elbows, framing my face with his arms. His body feels heavy over mine, but in a comfortable way. He strokes the side of my face with a finger and then grins.

  “Just one more question,” he says, his eyes betraying a mischievous gleam. “About the tree. I’ve been wondering this ever since it happened.”

  I pretend to roll my eyes and then laugh. “What?”

  “What were you doing to it? From where I was it looked like you almost pulled it down on top of you on purpose.” He grins and I feel my cheeks get red as the warmth of my embarrassment spreads all the way down my neck. I’ll never live this down.

  “I was just adjusting the decorations,” I explain.

  “The decorations were perfect, you know they were.”

  I sigh, and then laugh. I close my eyes and take a breath, trying not to let myself relive the event. “Truthfully I’d just been trying to avoid this guy. Rosie and I had gone over to the tree to pretend like we had something to do.” I open my eyes and look at him. “I know, I know it’s silly! But you don’t understand Zach, sometimes it can be almost impossible to get away from him. Desperate times, you know?”