Chapter 2: Daddy’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 2

The music crept upward in volume the later the night went, and I was only mildly annoyed by Godwin’s sniffles and coughing, which kept him sidelined on a stool rather than the middle of the dance floor where I wanted to be.

“Gosh, I hate that you feel sick,” I told him, unable to keep my hips from swaying and my tits from bouncing. The beat was infectious. Whoever Xander hired to do the music seemed to understand the minute the older crowd started heading home for the night meant it was time to crank up the volume and spice up the dance tunes.

“I’m sorry, babe. You go dance.” He fanned his hand at me, but I wasn’t leaving him to sit here alone. Godwin was my best friend and not well received by most of our coworkers. His body was under the weather but that didn’t mean I had to desert him.

“Are you crazy? You’re the best dancer here. I’m not leaving you to sit here alone.” I laced my fingers through his and kept moving my hips as he smiled at me weakly. Our friendship had no boundaries. When he ate, I ate. When he drank, I drank. When he got sick, I got sick too. We shared everything. And though the night was winding down and he’d be going home soon, I kind of wanted the distraction.

“If you don’t let me go, I’m going to throw up on you.” Godwin’s playful warning was enough to make me shy away.

“The alcohol?” I asked, wincing as I lowered my body onto a chair.

“I think I’m really coming down with something.” He sighed and rubbed his temples. “I think I’m gonna head home. I have to make a clinic appointment or something.” He stood and I frowned at him, pushing my bottom lip out in an exaggerated manner. “Don’t give me that. You’ve been makin’ eyes at the boss man all night anyway. Bet you can’t wait to get a ride home.”

Godwin smirked at me as he grabbed his jacket and slung it around his shoulders. He’d been privy to more than one of my naughty-girl venting sessions where I’d divulged my secret crush on our boss. Except, he wasn’t supposed to mention it out loud, nor was he supposed to tease me about it.

“Just stop,” I said as I pinched his arm. “You’re not allowed to pick on me about that.” My body thrummed with extra energy, and I wondered why they said alcohol was a downer. I was most certainly not down at all. I was loose and uninhibited, and really quite horny too. “It’s not my fault liquor gets me all worked up.”

“No, but you could’ve gone home with your pops, and you made a show of wanting a ride home right in front of him. Would you just seal the deal already?” he gushed and slid his arms into his jacket before picking up his coat. “And give me all the marvelously juicy details.”

I just imagined Godwin picturing some really raunchy things, and it made me laugh so hard I snorted. “That’s not going to happen—ever,” I protested, but if Xander Blackwell even so much as looked in my direction, my panties would be in his pocket. There was never mistaking that.

“Good luck with that, honey,” Godwin said, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “I’ll see you Monday. And you call me when you get home to let me know you’re safe.”

I caught Xander watching me say goodbye, but I couldn’t help the way I looked at him. He studied me, and I swore there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes, but he had nothing to be jealous of. Godwin was as gay as a rainbow and had it bad for someone in accounting. And maybe I was seeing things, imagining Xander had the same lusty crush on me I had on him.

“I’ll call,” I said, but I was distracted, my attention torn away by the smoldering way Xander looked at me.

When Godwin sauntered off, I looked around the room. The place was starting to empty out; there were only about ten people left, all beginning to clean up. The music was still loud, but it was obvious the party was over now. A tinge of disappointment threatened to soil my mood until I remembered Xander was giving me a ride home, and I always loved time alone with him, though it didn’t happen that often.

My eyes traced back to the spot he’d been standing moments ago, but he was gone, moving around the room now, speaking to people, probably saying his goodbyes. Not quite ready for the night to be over, I grabbed my sweater and slurped the rest of my drink before heading in the general direction I’d seen Xander vanish.

Balloons on the floor kicked up as I walked; the streamers in the doorway brushed my tousled hair and I swatted at them. The oversized conference room had been transformed into a party hall for the evening, but I saw the cleaning crew pushing their wheeled garbage cans up the hall to transform it back to the normal work environment.

I tracked up the hallway toward Xander’s office, passing mine along the way. My coat was still draped over my chair, my office light still on. I had shown Dad my new digs compliments of Mr. Blackwell, who had taken the past several months to entirely redesign the office space up front to be more aesthetically pleasing to clients coming in. After one too many meetings being crammed into the old, much smaller conference room he had tripled the size of it too.

His light was on in his office, calling for me to come closer. My head spun a little from the alcohol, but not too badly. I wasn’t the speech-slurring, blackout drunk sort of buzzed. I just wanted to rip my clothes off and turn the music up to have more fun. But that wasn’t necessarily okay either, especially since I was going to be in close quarters with Xander, alone—and I’d been admiring his good looks and commanding personality for forever.

“Hey,” he said as I swayed into his office. I hated that my body wasn’t under my full control to some extent, so I sat down in the chair by his door to look a bit less obviously drunk. I also loved that the pulse of arousal warmed my body to a feverish degree, making me fan myself when he smiled at me. “You feeling okay?”

“Just had a bit to drink,” I said, snickering. I hiccupped and covered my mouth, hoping he didn’t hear it. It felt like my body temperature rose another thirty degrees instantly; my cheeks were probably bright red. I thought of how many times I’d checked him out tonight, how the rush of arousal when he agreed to bring me home had soaked my panties. I thought of every time I saw him looking at me and wondered what he was thinking, and my eyes rose up to meet his.

“I’d say … It’s a good thing you have a sober driver,” he commented, then continued. “You look nice this evening. It’s not often I see the crew dressed to the nines.” His eyes raked over me, lingering on my chest for a moment. I was not mistaken at all—he was noticing me.

“You always look good,” I said awkwardly, followed by: “Like James Bond in that black tux.” I couldn’t believe how silly I sounded, but the compliment seemed to work. In my head it seemed so much sexier, but when I said it, the words sounded juvenile. Xander smirked at me and picked up his phone, sliding it into his suit pocket before picking up his outer jacket.

“You ready for that ride?” he asked, moving toward me, but my mind was in a very dirty place by that point.

“I’d ride you home.” I stood slowly, using the wall for support as he passed by. He didn’t see me wobble a little, and I tugged the hem of the fitted dress lower, which only made the collar dip lower, exposing more cleavage, which wasn’t the point. It did, however, catch his attention when he turned to wait for me to leave his office.

“Amelia,” he commented, pausing a second. I thought he was going to question my flirting, but he held out his hand waiting. I took a few stutter steps toward my office, and he shut and locked his office door, then followed me toward mine. I purposefully swayed my hips a little extra, though I wasn’t sure what had gotten into me. Maybe it was Godwin’s comment about Xander or maybe it was the alcohol.

Everyone in this office knew Xander was a bit of a playboy. He’d never made a move on anyone who worked for him, but he was known to have a different woman around every few months. I thought about flirting with him on more than one occasion, but my better judgment always silenced that inner urge. He was my boss and my dad’s good friend, and he was so far out of my league they’d need a space shuttle to get me close enough to orbit him.

“Forget something?” he asked as I stepped into my office to grab my coat, phone tucked into the pocket.

“Yeah, I forgot how hot you are before I drank so much.” My muttered reply, followed by my drunk snickering, made the space between us crackle with electricity. Xander fought a grin as I shrugged into my coat and walked toward him. His eyes narrowed on me and he dipped his head, taking a step back into the hallway to give me space to shut my office door, then his eyes narrowed.

“You seem to be pretty cozy with Mr. Tharmor. Do you think he’d be okay with you flirting with me like this?” He stood in my path, so close to me I could see the fuzz on his coat, which I plucked off with my manicured fingers and patted his shoulder.

“Are you jealous of Godwin?” I hadn’t expected him to stand so close, focus on me so intently. I almost lost my nerve, in spite of the swirl of alcohol pushing endorphins toward my groin. The way he got under my skin all day, every day had culminated in a potential tryst right before my eyes. I should’ve drunk too much a long time ago.

“Not jealous, just not wanting to step on anyone’s toes,” Xander said thoughtfully, and a surge of hormones made my body overheat.

“Now, how could you step on his toes?” My hand lingered on his shoulder, sliding across his chest to his tie where I wrapped my fingers around it and let my hand slide down the front of his body, across his abs, pausing above his belt.

“I think we should get you home before you say something you might regret.” I could’ve sworn I heard him mumble, “Or I do something I regret.” He took my hand and started walking, and I followed leisurely.

My heels clicked on the floor; my body begged for more liquor. As it was, the night had exhausted me, but I knew if I had any more to drink, I’d be pass-out drunk, and I was enjoying the flirty banter too much to do that.

“We don’t get to spend too much time alone, do we?” Xander pushed the door open, and a burst of chilly air rushed in. A car pulled up outside as I stepped into the crisp January air, and Xander followed behind me.

“It would be highly inappropriate for us to spend alone time in your office, don’t you think?” I turned, walking backward carefully as he advanced on me. I saw it now—the desire in his eyes. The same desire I’d seen multiple times before when he looked at me, including tonight a few times.

“Then I think we should make the most of our time alone.” Xander’s voice dropped an octave, a course whisper, almost a growl. I thought he was reaching for my hip, fingers reaching toward my curve to caress it, but he reached right past, grasping the door handle. He stood very close for a moment, almost pinning me to the side of the car. “Don’t you?”

I watched his eyes drop to my lips then rise back slowly to capture my gaze again, and I waited for my heart to stop throwing itself against my rib cage. Squirming a few inches to the side, I gave him space to open the door, and when he did, I turned and climbed in.

The limo wasn’t a full stretch limo, but it had a mini fridge and a bench seat. The leather seat chilled the backs of my thighs as Xander stood outside the limo speaking to someone, maybe his driver? And I took the moment to fluff my hair and tug the hem of my dress up, pushing my tits out. It was warm in here, the divider between the driver’s cabin and ours shut, and I turned to watch Xander slide into the seat next to me and shut the door.

At the very same moment, I began to feel ashamed of myself. I flirted with him, made a few too many suggestive comments, and probably looked like a drunk floozy who had no self-control. It wasn’t good for my reputation at work, and it wasn’t like this was going anywhere. Shrinking back into the seat, I was ready to apologize and tell him I was out of line when he turned to face me and loosened his tie. His eyes were still filled with a lusty desire.

“You are making it very difficult to keep my professional distance this evening, and I’m normally pretty good at it.” His hand splayed on the leather next to my bare leg, fingertips only millimeters from touching me. His other arm rests casually on the armrest on the door, and his body angles to face mine.

“You’re normally good at it? You mean you have to try to keep your professional distance other times?” The electric charge in the air seems to make my core throb harder, in time with my heart rate. I was ready to back off, but now he was giving chase. I couldn’t say I hated it.

“I never knew you had a bold side. It’s sort of irresistible …” Xander’s hand moved from the armrest, reaching toward my leg where his fingers warmed the inside of my thigh. “Are you sure this isn’t just the alcohol? Cause I’m not one of those guys, Amelia.”

I swallowed hard. The way he touched me had my body inching forward, wishing his hand would slide a little higher up my leg.

“And you think I’m one of those girls?” I wasn’t offended at all; he was taking his time to obtain consent, which I wholeheartedly gave him. “I have a hard time keeping myself professional around you too.” I wanted to call him by name, but the idea of calling him boss, begging him to order me to be bad to him, had my heart racing.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” His hand inched higher until his fingertips brushed the outside of my panties, and I almost lost it. “I like it.”

“This isn’t a game, Mr. Blackwell.” I finally found my inner vixen again, the one who got lost in the excitement of flirting in his office, and I turned her loose. My body bumped on the seat as the car hit a pothole, and I scooted forward until his fingers jammed against my core. “And I’m not playing.” I locked eyes with him as he stared me down and felt when his fingers slid the elastic of my panties aside.

“God you’re wet. You really do want this … With me?” Again, the consent thing? I almost groaned audibly but managed to contain my frustration. Instead, I leaned in, brushed my lips against his ear and whispered my next words.

“If you don’t stop talking and just make me come, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

The car seemed to grow hotter, and I could feel every movement as he shifted on the plush leather seat. His finger slid inside me, and I could’ve sworn he whispered my name into my ear as I arched into his touch. The world spun away from us as his finger stroked inside me, hitting that spot again and again that had my toes curling in my shoes. Xander’s other free hand went to the base of my neck, palm curved around the nape, angling my mouth upward toward his.

“Do you know how many times I’ve thought about doing this to you?” My breath caught at his confession, but the shocking part heated me even more. “You have no idea how badly I want to fuck you senseless right now.”

“Then do it,” I taunted.

His finger worked inside me, thumb pressing into my clit, and I whimpered as I pawed at his coat, wishing I could feel his skin under my palms. His lips claimed mine, opening my mouth so his tongue could search me. I kissed him back as I managed to open a few buttons on his shirt and feel the heat of his chest muscles on my fingertips.

“Such a wet little pussy,” he purred, but his fingers pulled out. I felt him curl them around the crotch of my panties, and then he tugged hard. The waistband scraped over my hips; I thought the material would rip so I lifted my hips, and he had my panties around my knees with one strong pull.

“God,” I hissed, feeling his eyes burning into me. He slid my panties down my legs and carefully removed them, leaving my heels in place. After shoving them in his pocket, he hooked two fingers around the back of my left knee and tugged, and I knew what he wanted.

“I think your dick got a little swollen, Boss,” I mewled as I settled onto his lap. The bulge was unmistakable; he was rock-hard. His hands left my legs and worked the fly of his tux pants. He was fumbling with his belt, hands shaking slightly in excitement he couldn’t mask. I felt the same way as I watched him.

“You want to be a bad girl for me, Amelia? Want your boss to tie you up and make you work hard?” Xander’s hand thrust into his slacks then reappeared wrapped around his hard dick. He was huge, and precum already dripped from the tip. I had no idea that I had gotten him that worked up already, and it only made my arousal for him stronger.

“Yes, sir. I want to do everything you tell me.” The way his hand stroked his length made my mouth water. My pussy throbbed, making a mess on his lap, and I rubbed my own clit in anticipation.

“Good girl,” Xander purred, nuzzling my neck. His other hand inched up my dress, seeking out my swollen clit, and my nipples tightened as his magic fingers found the right spot to stroke me. I slid forward and leaned down to kiss him again, covering his mouth with mine. He rubbed his length up and down my slit until my hips were rocking involuntarily. “I don’t have a condom,” he warned, but I wasn’t even thinking clearly.

I blurted out, “I’m on the pill,” and arched my hips to meet him.

The first inch of his dick inside me made me shudder, and when the car hit a bump and he slid all the way in I gasped. His dick rammed into my cervix hard; I clenched around him and he groaned.

“God, you feel good.” His hands cupped my hips, guiding me down as he rocked upward into me. My dress rode up to just above my waist and Xander’s fingers dug into my thighs as he assisted me. “You’re so hot, my God.”

“Oh Christ, it’s so deep!” Every nerve ending was screaming in pleasure, especially when his thumb pressed into my clit and started swirling. He yanked one side of my dress down and grabbed my breast, closing his mouth on it and sucking my nipple. Then he pulled me down so he could speak right into my ear.

“Say my name,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe and sending waves of sensations through my body; tingles in my lower extremities and heady swirls of pleasure in my chest and core.

“Oh my God, Xander,” I managed to whimper through gritted teeth. He was so long, every thrust hit my cervix and made me clench around him. My hands groped for something to hold onto, finding his lapels, squeezing them in iron fists.

“Say it again,” he demanded softly. His breath feathered over my cheek, hand still massaging my clit, and I whimpered. The coil was tightening down, stretching me thin, pushing me to the edge. It was incredible.

“Like that, Xander. Right there … yes … don’t stop.” My hips rocked in time with his thrusts, and I felt the tension building. I was a pressure cooker ready to explode, and when he bit my ear again, I almost lost it. But I held on, waiting for his words to push me over the edge.

“Say it again. Beg for me, Amelia. Beg me to let you come.”

I whimpered, grinding on him, desperate for release, and knew he felt the pending orgasm building in me as he hammered his cock into me. “Please, Xander, oh my God. Please, make me come, please …”

“Louder!”

“Oh God, Xander let me come!” I pleaded, arching my head back.

He hit a place deep inside me that made my vision go white. His hand worked me to orgasm, pistoning in and out as I grunted and spasmed. I saw stars and draped myself over his shoulder. Xander continued to thrust, rubbing my clit, and I felt his heat flood me. My body jolted and twitched; his hand slid from my breast and rested on my hip, and both of us heaved for breath.

For a moment, we were frozen in time, him buried in me, my body dripping moisture onto his pants, soiling them. Xander’s hand retreated from my core, and I felt him tugging the hem of my dress lower across my hips. I slid backward and he pulled out, his cock springing up to slap his belly and glisten in the light of the streetlamp outside that lit up the back seat. We were stopped outside my building, and I was so tired and delirious from post-orgasmic endorphins.

“Wow,” I breathed, not sure what to say. I had just had sex with my boss in the back seat of his car, and I was still very drunk.

“Yeah, wow,” he repeated. His hand worked to tuck my tit back into my dress, and he didn’t even cover his own dick yet.

“So I should, uh …” I swallowed hard and shoved the hair out of my face. Things just went from steamy to awkward in a split second.

“Or you could stay,” he suggested, raising his eyebrows, tipping his head. It was a bad idea. One I wanted to indulge in very badly, but one I knew would end in regret. As if I didn’t already feel that gnawing at my conscience.

“Thank you for the ride,” I said, suddenly feeling overheated with my coat on. I reached for the door handle, and Xander continued to shimmy my dress down over my hips as I opened the door and leaned out. If not for him, I might have walked up to my apartment with my dress around my waist and no panties.

“Should I walk you?” he asked, and I turned to lean back into the car. He was tucking himself away, buckling up his pants.

“Nah, I’ve got this,” I slurred. The effects of that last glass of alcohol I slurped down right before Godwin left were finally kicking in.

“Are we good?” Xander asked, but I couldn’t read his expression. I was still very much aroused and feeling flirty, and after that romp, my inhibitions would forever be gone around him.

“Depends what you mean by good? Your dick is magic, Mr. Blackwell,” I said lewdly, “and if you ever want to bend me over your desk and spank me, all you have to do is order me to do it.” I hiccupped again and snickered, but the look on his face wasn’t humorous. It was arousal. “Good night, Boss.”

Stepping away, I wiggled my fingers at him and then turned to sway into the building. I heard the car door shut, but I never heard it pull away from the curb. When I got inside, the doorman held the door for me as I glanced over my shoulder to see the limo gone. It took every bit of my concentration to find my way to my apartment, and I crashed on my couch the minute I had locked up.

I just threw myself at my boss the way Godwin joked with me to. I never expected it to go down quite like that, but now that it was done, I wasn’t sure how to react. This week was going to be interesting. I just had to sleep off this buzz and think about how to act when I got to work Monday morning.