In the end, I decided on grad school. Will couldn’t have been happier for me. His eyes had shone with love and light when I’d broken the decision to him. I’d settled on Worth University, which was about an hour away. It was just far enough where I wouldn’t run into any Oakbrook students, although thankfully everyone else in my class had graduated.
If there was any whisper or rumors of a scandal, it never reached my ears. Who knows – it’s always possible that such things had happened. Maybe Will caught wind of it, as he was still teaching at Oakbrook. With every day that passed, he inched closer to his tenure review.
Professor Gina Grant had been unceremoniously yet quietly fired from her own tenure-track position. She’d basically disappeared. Will had blocked her on social media and although I had the occasional nightmare about her popping back up to ruin our lives.
Will was always there to hold me, though.
And hold me did.
All night long.
That evening, I sat in traffic for nearly two hours on my way home from Worth. I was majorly stressing about it – it was the six-month anniversary of that fateful day when Will and I had finally confessed our love to each other and decided to be together, for real. The anniversary of that day when I’d made the decision to leave Oakbrook for the semester, and the anniversary of the day when I truly felt that I had come an adult. I wished that I could call Petra, but she was in California, four hours behind. I knew that she was working as a vet tech and living with Evan, who was trying his hand at law school.
I missed her desperately.
I had my life here in Connecticut though, and I wouldn’t have changed anything for the world.
Well, except for this damned traffic, I thought, groaning as I pressed my foot down on the brake to avoid rear-ending the SUV in front of me.
By the time I got home, it was fully dark outside. The house smelled delicious, and I groaned with hunger as I stepped into the foyer and kicked off my flip-flops.
Will appeared immediately, looking at me over the trendy glasses he’d begun wearing out of necessity.
“Are you okay?” I asked as panic flared in my eyes. “You got my text about the traffic, right?”
Will nodded.
“So, what’s wrong?” I asked. “Is it Gina again?”
Will shook his head. “No,” he said shortly. “Thank fuck.”
He walked closer and approached me, sending a pleasurable flare of arousal through my body. Just as I reached for him, wanting more, Will stepped back and immediately, my stomach began to twist nervously.
I swallowed hard. “Will?” I asked.
When he dropped to one knee, I gasped.
“Oh my god,” I whispered. “What is this?!”
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds,” Will began, and my heart seized with happiness at the opening of my favorite Shakespearean sonnet. He recited the whole thing, staring up at me with intense devotion and adoration in his dark eyes.
When he finished, I was nearly about to cry. No one had ever done something so romantic for me, and just as I was about to drop down to the ground and kiss him, Will reached for my hand.
“Eden,” he said, reaching into his pocket with his free hand. He pulled out a red leather jewelry box and opened it to reveal a sparkling diamond solitaire set in rose gold, flanked with emerald baguettes.
I gasped. It was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen – made all the lovelier by the man holding it.
“I love you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together,” Will said. “Will you marry me? Make me the happiest man on Earth?”
I gasped again, yanking my hand free and covering my mouth. Tears came to my eyes and all I could do was nod frantically as Will grinned and slipped the ring onto my finger. It fit beautifully and a tear of sheer bliss rolled down my cheek as the diamond sparkled in the dim lighting of our living room.
“Oh my god,” I cried. Will got to his feet and pulled me into a tight embrace. He kissed me deeply and I melted against him, whimpering happily as his tongue slipped into my mouth and danced with mine.
“So, I take it that you’re saying yes,” Will teased as he pulled away and rested his forehead against mine.
I collapsed into his arms and nodded furiously. “Yes!” I shrieked into his sweater. “Yes, of course!”
Will’s hands slid down my body and cupped my ass. Hot arousal bloomed in my lower belly and I moaned softly into his neck as he kissed me again, more sensuously this time. I could feel him getting hard against me and a shiver of excitement ran down my spine.
“Yes,” I repeated as we broke the kiss and stared at each other, panting hard.
Will grinned. “Good,” he said in a low voice that made me tremble with desire. We kissed again, tasting each other, and he nibbled on my lower lip.
When we parted, all I could do was stare into his eyes and marvel that this perfect man was mine, mine, mine, and that he would be for the rest of my life.
“Let’s go celebrate,” Will growled.
As he scooped me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom, I knew that I had a lifetime of perfection ahead of me.
And I looked forward to every single moment.
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He’s my dad’s best friend.
The father of my (secret) baby.
The only man I’ve ever loved.
Ever wanted.
And now…
Now he’s my boss.
Working for a powerful man like Elliot is stressful enough.
And having a past with him only adds to the pressure.
He’s always been gorgeous.
He’s always had that power over me.
It’s why I gave him my V-card on a silver platter.
Little did I know that I’d end up pregnant.
I couldn’t get myself to tell him about his daughter.
It’s been four years since my little girl has been reminding me of our night together.
Four years since I’ve been wondering if I did the right thing.
Maybe Elliot deserved to know.
Maybe he didn’t.
But I’m about to explore this forbidden relationship again… and find out for myself.
Prologue
Annie – Present Day
“You wanted to see me?” I asked, unable to stop myself from smiling coyly at Elliot.
He stood behind his desk, looking down at a sheaf of shiny flyers, with his eyes narrowed. When his head lifted and his flashing green eyes met mine, I felt a lick of desire between my legs. Elliot’s dark brown hair was brushed away from his high forehead and his strong jaw was clenched. The silver that threaded his temples only made him look sexier, and I felt my palms grow damp as his eyes traveled the length of my curvy figure, lingering on my bust and hips.
“Yes,” Elliot said curtly. “It’s about the TIME magazine profile – I wanted to get a second opinion.”
I blushed hotly. There was no way that this could be true – I was an assistant, several levels lower than Elliot, who was on the board of the company. He wasn’t even my direct boss. He was my boss’s boss’s boss, and there was absolutely no way he’d consult with me about something so high-level.
But I had to play it cool. He obviously had ulterior motives for calling my cubicle and asking me into his office.
“I see,” I said as I inched closer to his massive desk. “What can I help with?”
Elliot’s eyes flicked over my shoulder, then back to my face.
“Shut the door,” he said. “And come over here.”
His powerful, commanding voice sent a thrill shooting through my entire body. There was something so strong about Elliot’s mere presence – his toned, muscular body and his sharp green eyes were enough to send m
e into a spiral of desire, and I had no choice but to obey his every command.
I closed the door behind me and then crossed the room to where Elliot stood. He smelled of dark, intoxicating cologne and beneath that, I caught a hint of his natural smell: musky and salty, almost briny. My heart fluttered in my chest and my stomach did a nervous, excited flip when Elliot put his hands on my waist and pulled me close.
“You’re driving me crazy, you know that,” Elliot said in a low voice. His lips brushed my ear, sending an electric shiver down my spine.
“I’m not doing anything,” I teased.
Elliot’s hands moved lower, until he was cupping my ass through my tweed skirt. I shuddered with arousal as my nipples tingled inside of my bra and my clit began to throb. I could feel that my panties were already wet by the time Elliot placed a scorching, searing kiss on my lips and squeezed my ass.
Moaning softly, I pressed my body against his strong figure and wrapped my arms around his neck. Elliot groaned into my mouth and pushed his hips against my body. I felt his cock, throbbing and hard, inside of his pants and I couldn’t wait to wrap my hand around it and pleasure him.
The kiss grew deeper as Elliot’s tongue slipped into my mouth and explored. He nibbled and suckled on my lower lip and I moaned softly as a hot flush broke out over my whole body. Elliot’s hands wasted no time – he lifted the hem of my skirt, pushing it up over my round hips, thighs, and ass, until it was bunched around my waist. Without breaking the kiss, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my tights and panties and pulled them down in a single, smooth motion that made me gasp.
Elliot gently dragged his nails up the insides of my bare thighs and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. He knew just how to touch me, just how to drive me insane, and I whimpered softly as his fingers reached my bare pussy lips and began stroking me. Spreading my legs was awkward – my tights and panties were around my knees and I grunted with effort as I opened myself to him. Immediately, the scent of my wet pussy filled the room and I moaned softly as Elliot stroked my nether lips, then spread them. His thumb found my clit and began stroking it in slow circles – the way he always did, the way he always knew just how to drive me insane. I gasped as he pushed two fingers inside of my wet pussy and began rocking his hand back and forth, still rubbing my clit as he fingered me.
Bolts of white-hot pleasure exploded in my lower belly and I closed my eyes and uttered a soft moan into Elliot’s mouth as he slid a third finger inside of me. My body undulated with his ministrations and beads of perspiration broke out over my forehead. I threw my head back and pushed my chest forward, rubbing my body against Elliot’s muscular torso. He groaned with desire as he felt my breasts – even through my bra and silky shirt, I knew it was obvious that my nipples were hard.
When Elliot took his hand away from my pussy, I clapped a hand over my mouth so I wouldn’t cry out with frustration. My body was singing and aching, begging for Elliot to pleasure me more, and I locked eyes with him as I unbuttoned my shirt and unclasped my bra, throwing both on his desk.
Standing there, almost naked, with my tights and panties around my knees felt deliciously obscene. It was the middle of the day in the middle of the week. Hundreds of people were hard at work around us, and here I was, standing there like some kind of personal escort.
I loved it.
“You’re so gorgeous, Annie,” Elliot growled as he pulled me into his arms. The fact that I was almost nude and he was still fully clothed made the obscene moment feel even more taboo, and I shivered with pleasure as he ran his hands down my body and cupped my breasts, thumbing my nipples and pinching them gently – not enough to hurt, just enough to fill me with ecstasy. I dropped to my knees and fumbled with his belt and fly, yanked his pants and boxers down just like he’d done with my tights. His massive, veined cock sprang free and my mouth watered as I wrapped my hand around the shaft and began to pump up and down. Elliot threw his head back and groaned quietly, thrusting his hips forward and bucking into my hand. I licked my lips and folded them over my teeth. With my mouth open, I stuck out my tongue and swirled it wetly over the head of Elliot’s cock. He groaned again and shoved his hips forward, clearly wanting more.
I couldn’t help but smile. When I was kneeling in front of Elliot like this, about to suck his beautiful cock, I felt so powerful. Most of the time, I was just me – Annie, in her mid 20s, a lowly assistant at a mega-corporation. Elliot was in control, in charge. He was cool and collected and older – old enough to be my father.
But when we were like this, I was the one pulling the strings. Elliot grunted in frustrated desire as I licked the head of his cock one more time, then opened my mouth as far as I could and took the first few inches of his magnificent hard-on into my mouth. Already, there was a bead of pre-cum on the head of his cock and I moaned softly as I tasted it, tasted him. I wrapped my mouth around Elliot and began bobbing my head, moving back and forth in time with the motions of my hand. Elliot braced himself against the desk with one hand and tangled the fingers of his other in my hair, tugging at my scalp. I loved knowing that I was giving him so much pleasure and I moaned on his cock as I took more of his perfect shaft into my mouth.
“Annie,” Elliot groaned, bucking his hips towards me. “God, baby, that feels so fucking good.”
I moaned again, knowing that the sensation was making him feel even better. Just as I was about to cup Elliot’s balls with my free hand, he pulled away and took me by the shoulders, lifting me to my feet as if I weighed nothing at all. I gasped in surprise as he sat me down on his desk and spread my legs, yanking my tights and panties off one leg to allow him greater access to my ready, willing, and eager waiting pussy.
“Oh my god, yes,” I moaned softly as Elliot nuzzled me into a hot kiss. Lust exploded in my lower belly and I shifted, purring as I did so. My inner thighs were soaked with juices and Elliot grunted, steadying himself against the desk before plunging his massive cock deep inside of me.
For a moment, it felt so heavenly, so exquisite, that I forgot to breathe. Elliot buried himself to the hilt, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his balls slapped against my pussy lips. His free hand found my clit and began rubbing me fast and hard. I braced my feet against the desk and pushed up, bucking my hips in time with Elliot’s thrusts. When he leaned in for another hot kiss, I caught his lip between my teeth and whimpered softly. Every time he plunged inside of me, every thrust, every motion between us only sent me closer and closer to the edge. As the room filled with the smell of our sweat and our sex, I closed my eyes and breathed in deep, loving every single forbidden second.
“Baby, I needed this,” Elliot growled in my ear as he fucked me harder. “I needed you.”
His words sent a chill down my spine – the thought that someone so powerful, so strong, so gorgeous could need someone like me.
But I knew it was true.
And I needed him, too.
“I need you,” I moaned as I closed my eyes and dug my fingers into Elliot’s shoulders, pulling him closer. A powerful climax was building from deep within me and I bit the inside of my mouth to keep from screaming with pleasure as it exploded and crested over my head. Pressing my lips to Elliot’s in an intense kiss, I felt him shudder and buck harder. I could feel that my own pleasure was setting him off, and Elliot let out a low growl into my neck, muffling himself.
We stayed locked together like that for a few seconds before Elliot eased out of me. He grinned at me, then brushed the sweaty tangles of my blonde curls out of my face.
“You look so beautiful right now,” Elliot said.
I blushed. “I don’t think that’s possible,” I said, glancing down. My sweaty curves were heaving with each breath I took and my belly quivered when I let my feet down to the ground and hopped off the desk.
“You are,” Elliot insisted. “Trust me. I’m always right, remember?”
I giggled quietly. “That was insane,” I said. “I can’t believe we just did that!”
> Elliot was dressing quickly and I followed suit, retrieving my bra and blouse from his desk and putting them on with shaky fingers. I bent over with a grunt and reached for my tights and still-wet panties, which I pulled up against my skin. My skirt was bunched on the floor and just as I was yanking it up over my hips and doing the zipper, I heard a sound that made me freeze.
Elliot’s door was opening, I realized. Panic flooded me and I felt my entire body go ice cold. No, no, no, no, I thought, shaking my head as if to make the whole thing go away. No, this can’t be happening!
Turning around, Elliot’s assistant, Parker was standing in the doorway, narrowing her critical eyes at me.
“Annie,” she said in a neutral tone that I couldn’t quite parse. “What are you doing in here?”
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