Single Dad CEO: A Billionaire Boss Romance

by Lara Swann

  “That’s okay - I enjoyed it. It was…nice…being here with her.” I swallow, not quite sure what I mean by that, knowing I’m thinking far too much of what it was like living here, feeling at times like I was an actual part of their little family. Knowing it, but still having all those emotions

  “Sometimes I think you’re doing a better job of that than me.”

  His eyes linger on me, warm and…something else, too.

  I shake my head. “No, you—”

  He kisses me before I can finish, his lips pressing into mine and driving everything else from me. I don’t even freeze from the shock, melting into it almost before I can work out what’s happening, as his other hand comes up to rest behind my head, tugging me closer.

  I go willingly, moaning slightly as his tongue parts my lips and lust curls through me.

  “God…Jessica…” He mutters and the heat there has my heart thudding wildly in my chest, pulses of energy rushing through me as my mind tries to make sense of what’s going on, tries to fight my body for some semblance of control.

  It doesn’t have a chance. This has been too long coming. Too much that I’ve thought about, wanted, needed, and been unable to do anything about.

  Too long working with him side-by-side, seeing too much of the man he is now.

  The boy I used to love.

  The man who has stolen his way into my every thought. My every fantasy. My every need.

  He shifts so that he’s pressing me against the counter and I surrender to him, my hands coming up to his head and pulling it further into mine, my legs spreading for the thigh he presses closer to me. I gasp from the burning need it creates, the way my pussy seems to spasm out of control and a distant part of my mind wonders whether he used to affect me like that.

  I don’t seem to remember it that way, but then…time does strange things.

  Or maybe it’s him. All grown up and changed and…and…

  His hands tangle in my hair, tilting my head up as his mouth threatens to devour me, stealing my breath and need and lust as we make out with a desperate urgency I don’t think I’ve ever felt before.

  I’m grinding against his thigh, I know I am, but I can’t help it - and I can hear him groaning against my mouth as he nips on my bottom lip, sending shudders and shivers through me.

  “This is…all…I’ve been thinking about.” He mutters to me and I shudder again.

  I can’t say anything, I can’t admit it out loud. I don’t know what would happen if I did - and the last thing I want to risk is any of this stopping. I can’t think about it. All I can do is follow his lead.

  So I just moan - lightly, softly against his mouth.

  It seems to be enough for him. He picks me up, lifting me as if I weigh nothing and settling my legs around his hips as he starts carrying me out of the kitchen. Distantly, very distantly, the microwave pings behind us, but neither of us are thinking about takeout anymore.

  I cling to him, the way I haven’t dared admit to myself that I want to, my arms around his neck as we continue kissing even like this. I have no idea how he can see where he’s going, but I trust him. He’s not going to drop me - and I don’t care about anything else.

  I squirm against the belt of his pants, feeling the pressure of the bulge underneath and wanting more.

  It should scare me, wanting so much, so soon, but it’s been in the back of my mind since that kiss.

  Since I saw him again, if I’m honest about it.

  In my thoughts, my fantasies, my half-lucid dreams.

  Him. Just him.

  I can’t think of anything else until he takes us both down onto the couch, still holding me as our bodies twist together and he continues kissing me, his lips and tongue and teeth grazing over my mouth, down my neck and along my collarbone. I shudder and have to stop myself from moaning too loudly, my legs hooking around his body as I lean my head back and just indulge in the feeling of it all.

  When he finally looks up, eyes glittering darkly and full of heated promise as they rake across my face, I can’t help smirking at him.

  “Making out on the couch?” I ask and I can hear the heat in my own voice. “Haven’t we outgrown that?”

  “I’m not sure I could ever outgrow making out with you.” He growls, the deep tone making me shudder as I relax back into the couch, tilting my neck back to expose more of myself.

  He takes the invitation immediately, his fingers popping the buttons on my blouse open with an ease that surprises me - until his head dips and he kisses the tops of my breasts, his stubble brushing against the soft skin there. Then I can’t wonder about anything at all.

  All I can do is hold on and surrender to the attention, to the way just feeling him against me is driving me crazy and sending warmth rushing through me. An aching need is already pooling inside me and I can’t help grinding against me, feeling the tight bulge in his pants as he responds, his hands reaching around the inside of my blouse to unclasp my bra. I run the strap down my arm, shimmying it off and then gasp as my breasts tumble out and his mouth closes on a nipple, licking and sucking immediately.

  I gasp, bucking up into him and pulling his head down, wanting more, the electricity and energy running through me feeling impossibly addictive.

  My god. If I thought the fantasies were good…

  “Fuck, Jessie…” His breath rumbles over my chest, the pleasant vibrations running through me. “I missed this.”

  Missed this?

  My mind catches on that. It’s been years. So many years. Does he even remember…

  I don’t get another chance to think about it before his mouth and hands completely distract me, pushing me closer and closer to an ecstasy that’s been so long. I start regretting not making more effort to find someone these last few years - and then regret losing him all over again.

  Then all of the thinking disappears as I’m fighting not to moan too loudly, twisting my head and pressing my mouth into the soft cushion behind me as the need within me builds higher and higher.

  And all he’s doing is…fuck…

  “Kenneth…” I breathe, trying to pull him up, kissing him again, breathless and passionate and desperate as I grind against him. “Keeenn…”

  I moan, the need in it obvious.

  Ken.

  I haven’t called him that in…

  “I want you, Jessica.” He whispers in my ear, sending another shudder through me. “I’ve wanted you since the moment you walked into my office. I’ve thought about you every day since. It’s been the…fucking hardest thing…holding myself back.”

  “Don’t.” I interrupt before he can say anything else, the need in me impossible to resist.

  And I know that this time, I’m not going to resist. I don’t think I can anymore. Not after spending every day working with him. Not after meeting Abbie. Spending the week at his place.

  Realizing just how much I missed him.

  “Don’t hold back.” I say again, my voice breathy and urgent. “Not anymore. I need…you.”

  It comes out as a moan, my hands already tearing at his shirt, fumbling far more with his buttons than he did with mine. Not caring, too caught up in being able to see him. Touch him. Taste him.

  He catches my mouth in mine, his hands coming up to help me and within moments the shirt is discarded on the floor and he’s already working his belt off. My hands roam over the firm muscles, the slight spattering of hair soft against my fingers as I drink him in. His belt comes off and my gaze goes lower, fixing on the bulge there as something deep inside me spasms in need. I urge him on, gasping for air in between kisses and not wanting to slow down in the slightest.

  I tug his pants down at the same time as he pulls my skirt up.

  “Have I said…how much…I love these skirts…” He pulls again and it rides up over my hips, exposing my lacy black panties to him as he runs a hand down my thigh.

  I shudder, wetness pooling inside of me and leaking out, creating a damp patch that I know from the g
laze of his eyes that he’s seen. He shifts on the couch, kicking his pants off - but making me groan in frustration as he settles down between my thighs before I can see the result. I have to settle for the shifting muscles of his back as his mouth whispers against the top of my thighs, tracing kisses and gentle nips all along the soft skin.

  I clutch his shoulders, my fingers digging in hard as he spreads my legs with his hands, their large strength holding me easily and making me whimper against him. It feels like every little kiss sends electricity right through me and—

  Oh fuck.

  I arch back against the couch as his finger strokes across my panties, running a line along the oh-so-sensitized skin and making it impossible to think about anything else. I try to close my legs around him, bring him in further, demand more…but he’s insistent, trailing his mouth up and down my thighs while his fingers slowly caress my panties.

  “Keennneeth…” I moan, my hips bucking up against him as he teases me. “Fuck…”

  He chuckles, the breath brushing across my skin before he slips my panties to the side and flicks my entrance with his tongue. I almost buckle right then and there, the pure pleasure going straight through me. Instead, I cling onto him as he slowly starts exploring, groaning with his own need at what he tastes of me.

  Oh fuck. Oh. Oh my. Ohh…

  I bite down on my lip to keep the sounds from escaping, dimly aware of Abbie just upstairs, as I give myself over to what he’s doing to me. His tongue works up and down my entrance, firm and slow and enough to tantalize and awaken every nerve there before starting to flick over my clit and press inside me. It makes me moan and gasp almost incoherently, my head thrown back against the couch, and then he’s stepping it up, going further, his fingers slipping into me while his tongue strokes over and around my clit.

  “Damn, you feel so…tight…”

  He mutters, right against me, and I groan again. This is driving me crazy. The heat inside me is building to an insane level and I can feel it there, ready to tip over the edge…but I know I want more. I want him. I want to feel every part of him and as hot as his tongue against me is, it’s not nearly enough right now.

  I want to be…so much…closer.

  “Want…you…”

  I can’t manage much more, but the way I’m already almost convulsing around his hand obviously makes it clear enough. He pulls himself up over me again, his mouth tangling with mine and I get another rush of heat to realize I’m tasting myself on his tongue.

  “Good.” He mutters against me. “Because as much as I want to draw this out…I’m not sure I can wait much longer.”

  Everything within me echoes that sentiment and as he leans back I finally get to see what I’ve been wanting this whole time. His thick cock jumps up between us, hard and ready as he grips it between his strong fingers. The sight is enough to make me sigh, anticipation rushing through me.

  He grins at me, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “This is what you wanted?” He asks, stroking it in front of me. My pussy spasms again.

  “Soo much.” I moan, my hips rising up eagerly and his eyes flash as he lowers himself down to me.

  His knees spread my legs open and he positions himself, his cock butting against my entrance and making every nerve scream out in need as he holds himself over me. So close our eyes feel inches apart, the intensity there striking right to my core as he finally - finally - thrusts inside.

  My mouth opens on a cry I fight to keep silent as it lights up everything inside me, the explosion of pleasure and sensation rocking through me with an intensity I can’t ever remember. All the build-up in the world couldn’t compare to what the last few months have been for us, to seeing him and wanting him every day, and trying to deny the whole thing to myself.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and he kisses me passionately as he deepens his thrusts, striking up a steady rhythm that doesn’t quite give me a moment to get my breath, to absorb what this is or what we’re doing. To fully revel in the magnitude of it.

  Instead, I’m rising to meet him, every nerve on edge and shivering with every stroke he gives me. I whimper against his neck, burying myself as I take him all, his cock stretching and filling me in a way that blows apart every fantasy I ever had.

  I’m full and whole and so totally right as our bodies move together, the power and strength of him above me giving me exactly what I need.

  “Fuck…fucking…perfect.” I mutter against him, barely even aware of what I’m saying, and I can almost feel the way he lights up under me, the heated grin against my neck.

  He starts moving faster, thrusting into me harder with each stroke, coming almost the whole way out before plunging into me again and lighting up every nerve ending I have. The friction has me moaning and I press my lips against his neck, trying to quieten myself even as my body races toward the kind of explosion I can’t remember ever facing - not even with Kenneth, all those years ago.

  Heat and need build inside me, a twin ache that pulses with every firm stroke inside me, his firm cock stretching me wide in a way that I know I’m going to feel tomorrow. I can already feel the anticipation of it, the warm satisfaction that I hadn’t even realized I was missing.

  Just as I think I can’t take anymore - that I’m going to fly over the edge at any moment - his hand snakes down between us, flicking my clit and making me scream silently against his shoulder.

  Fuuuuck…

  “I want to…feel you…around my cock…” He grunts against me, and I can tell from his labored breathing that he’s at the edge of his control too.

  The idea of that - spasming and pulsing around his cock - fills my mind and with his clever fingers driving me crazy, the next time he drives into me I can’t hold back anymore. He sends me hurtling over the edge, heat and pleasure rocking through me as my whole body lights up with the sensation. I cling to him, my pussy spasming and pulsing - and in the next instant, he buries himself deep and groans, his cock twitching and streams of warmth flooding me.

  “Ohh god…” I moan.

  I keep moaning. I’ve stopped thinking about being quiet entirely.

  I just sink into the feeling, the warmth of it spreading through me as my body still rocks with aftershocks from the climax. I give myself over to it, my mind leaving everything else behind as our sweaty bodies slide together, twisting around each other as the frantic energy gives way to a languid relief.

  His arms come around me and I curl into them, his body surrounding me completely as I relax more deeply than I can remember since Gramps had his second stroke. Or, hell, maybe even his first one.

  Or maybe since he left all those years ago…

  “I needed that.” He murmurs, kissing my hair and the start of that thought drifts away before it can even form.

  “Me too.” I whisper, quietly enough that I don’t know whether he hears me.

  As I settle into his arms, my mind and body floating somewhere warm and content and slightly dazed, I can’t help thinking I needed this part too.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Kenneth

  That night together is all it takes - after that, we can’t keep our hands off each other.

  All the desire I’d been trying to suppress and ignore the whole time she’s been working for me has finally been let loose, and it’s enough to swamp everything else.

  The next few days at work, I can’t stop looking at her. Or wanting her. Or touching her. Every time she comes close, looking at me a certain way, I can’t help it. Neither of us can. That energy sparks between us and somehow she ends up in my arms, my hand buried in her hair and our mouths crushed together with a kind of frenzy I’ve never known.

  I can’t even compare it back to when we were kids, because I’m pretty sure that frenzy was also slightly awkward and clumsy…and this is anything but. If anything, it’s almost scary in how intent and serious and real it feels.

  Pure, unadulterated, grown-up desire. Whole. All-encompassing.

/>   The sort of need that kid back then never could have imagined.

  It’s stupid, too. Risky. We shouldn’t be doing this - not here, where we’re supposed to be working. We both know that. We keep reminding each other about that.

  It’s just really hard to care right now.

  Not with Jessica in my arms, all over me, her heavy breathing in my ear, the half-moans she bites down on…god, she drives me crazy. Everything about her. And from the look in her eyes, it’s not just me feeling that.

  There are so many things unspoken between us, things we haven’t talked about, things that I know we need to.

  The past. Our history. Our jobs. This whole working-and-fucking-together thing we’ve started doing, that we both know is crazy stupid.

  What this is. What it could be. What we want.

  I know all those things. They’re on the tip of my tongue - and I want to tell her.

  It’s just hard to focus on any of that when everything we are doing feels so damn good.

  The knock at my door brings me out of yet another reverie - and the object of the fantasy I was just having walks in. The slow smile she always brings out of me slides across my face as she steps inside and nudges the door behind her.

  My open door policy was the first casualty of what we’ve been doing. The red-hot energy between us sometimes feels hot enough that even if we weren’t doing anything, if someone else came by, it would be impossible for them not to see the electricity jumping between us. All it takes right now is a look - a smile - a slight suggestion…

  “The documents you requested from Sales came through.” She says, and though her voice starts off totally professional, by the end it’s dropped to a murmur, as if she’s talking about something far more risque than my Sales department.

  She walks forward to place them on my desk and all I can see is the way her tight pencil skirt shifts against her thighs. I swear those have gotten become over the last few days - and maybe even shorter too - and she’s wearing glossy tights that make her beautiful legs shimmer as she moves.

  When my eyes flick back up to her face, I catch the knowing glint in her smile there and feel my cock responding immediately.