Chapter 8: Daddy’s Dirty Little Secret: Chapter 8

I took a step back, and Xander rose from his chair, looming over me. When I came rushing in here, I wasn’t expecting him to proposition me, not that I hadn’t daydreamed it a few times in the past few weeks. But he was my boss, and while we had managed to sail through the last indiscretion easily, I wasn’t sure it would be so fluid if it happened again.

“Xander,” I breathed, fighting my own urges. Godwin had been poking at me for months about my crush on the boss, and the sex in his car was so hot I had dreams about it still.

“Amelia, I’ve been around a long time, and I’m sick of playing games. I know what I want, and that’s you, bent over my desk with your skirt up around your waist, and don’t lie to yourself and say you don’t want it too.” His hand shot out to grasp my wrist as he took the portfolio tucked under my arm and laid it down on the corner of his desk. He wasn’t wrong.

I’d spent the better part of my week holed up in bed with a fever wishing my dad would leave the apartment so I could quench the burning ache between my thighs. Xander had no clue what us having sex had done to me. I was a flustered wreck, shocked my work was any good at all. All I could think about was him, and it took every ounce of my emotional energy not to vomit all the details of our encounter at Godwin every time he teased me.

“I’ll even draw up a contract if you want.” His fingers reached up and curled some hair around my ear. He was so gentle, so charismatic. I found myself melting and he wasn’t even touching me yet. But here? In his office? Anyone could walk in. I glanced at the door and bit my lip.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I said, and I had every intention of backing away and telling him it was a bad idea—for so many reasons. But his hand slid from my cheek down my arm then rested on my hip.

“I can’t keep my mind off of you, Amelia. You are quite possibly the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. You made me feel incredible before and I’m jonesing …” Xander pulled me toward him, and I dropped my cell phone. It clattered on the floor by our feet, but I didn’t look down at it.

“I, uh …” I swallowed hard and tried to breathe. His cologne was intoxicating. “I can be professional. No need for a contract.” What was I saying? How could I agree to this? My heart was going to get beat up so bad. I didn’t just have a sex crush on this man, I liked him. I really liked him. And I knew him. He wasn’t the sort to get emotionally involved, and I wasn’t the sort to be able to keep my feelings out of it.

“So we’re good?” He stalked closer, pressing me backward. He was already hard, which only proved how badly he wanted me.

I couldn’t believe this was happening. For months, I’d been fighting my urges because I knew there was no way I’d ever end up with him. If Godwin were here, he’d tell me to go for it, because being close to someone I was crushing on was better than watching from far away, pining over him. But my better judgment was screaming for me to stop. I was going to get hurt. It might be good sex for a while, but in the end, my heart would be the casualty.

“Any deal breakers?” he asked. “Things that would make you get cold feet?”

It was here I had every chance to end this and walk away with my heart intact, but my mouth fell under the power of my lustful fantasy, and I said, “The only deal breaker is a man who can’t get me off.”

I didn’t even get a chance to breathe before his lips were on mine.

His hand slid up my leg, lifting my skirt, and his other palm cupped my breast. The bud of my nipple was already hard, and I moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He was hot, muscular, and more importantly, highly aroused. And I knew deep down that Amelia the Rule Breaker was about to take over, and I wasn’t sure I cared anymore. I was sick of being the good girl and following all the rules. I felt selfish and hungry and powerful, and I lifted my leg and wrapped it around his waist in full rebellion against the little voice inside my head telling me to stop.

“I’ll take that as an invitation,” Xander growled against my neck, and with one fluid motion, he turned us and lifted me up onto his desk. His hands left no inch of my skin untouched, groping me, undoing the buttons of my shirt. His palms were hot against my chest, baring my breasts to the room before stooping to suck one into his mouth. Electricity shot straight down my spine, and I threw my head back with a moan. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so alive, so free, as if the world spun just for me and pleasure, and at this moment, it did.

Tugging his shirt up out of his waistband, I sucked his earlobe and nipped at it. He continued to suckle my nipple while his hands inched my skirt up my thighs, and I reached for his belt buckle. A quickie on his desk wasn’t my favorite idea, but we were too far gone to stop now.

Xander’s hands went for my panties, pulling them down to my ankles and over my heels, and I gasped again when his fingers dipped inside my wet folds, spreading me. My mind reeled with need, something so carnal and base I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. “Xander,” I gasped, arching into his touch. Heat pooled low in my belly and I squirmed, aching for more of him. Hungry for every part of him.

“That’s sir to you, Ms. Johnson,” he growled as he pushed his finger into my slick entrance.

“God,” I hissed, my head lolling as he added a second finger. I clenched and he clicked his tongue.

“Take those pretty manicured fingers of yours and touch your clit.” His voice was commanding, but he kept his volume low. I raised my eyebrows but obeyed him, reaching for my clit to rub it. “God you’re so sexy when you take orders.” He stepped back, and I moved my fingers only to draw a scowl. “Did I say stop?”

“No, sir,” I purred, realizing what he wanted. “Sorry, sir.”

“Good girl,” he purred, pulling his cock out. He stood stroking me while I rubbed myself. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip, and he jerked his chin up at me.

“Spread your legs farther, let me see that slick pussy.” His thrusts were hard and quick; he used a thumb to hook around his boxers’ elastic waistband and hold it low away from his balls. I spread my legs farther, resting one on the arm of his chair and letting my knees fall apart. It drove him wild; his eyes were hooded with desire.

“Mmm, look at you, milking your clit for me,” he groaned. His voice was an octave lower—deeper than I’d ever heard it before, and my insides liquefied. He palmed the length of his engorged erection as his knees bent, his body dropping to the floor. “Move those fingers and let me taste you,” he ordered, and I complied. My God did I want this.

I was breathing erratically before he even released a hot breath on my core, but when his tongue touched my sensitive flesh, I whimpered and jolted. I closed my eyes, unsure if I could handle the way he looked at me while he lapped at my core. His grip on my ankle tightened as he started to go faster, circling my clit with his tongue until I was squirming and moaning. When his fingers slid into me again, I came undone.

My body pulsed and jerked. I gripped the edge of the desk hard and rode out the waves of orgasm, careful to grit my teeth and not allow myself to make a peep. He groaned against my entrance, lapping up every drop of moisture my body produced, and I made him look up, my eyes begging for more. Gripping his tie, I pulled him up and he obliged, groping my breasts and pinching my nipples as he ran his length against my core.

“Do we need protection?” he asked before kissing me hard. We hadn’t used it last time, but I’d been on the pill for a few years. I never had a thought in my mind about it until he said something.

“No, I’m on the pill …” My taste on his mouth was intoxicating. “And I’m clean,” I added, biting his lower lip. I felt his cock press against me and whimpered when he inched in.

“Tight.” He groaned, his eyes rolling with pleasure. “You feel so tight.” He pulled back a fraction before sliding in again.

I moaned, biting my lower lip as he hit me in all the right places. Every thrust eliciting a moan or a wordless sound of pleasure that seemed to spur him on. “You like that?” he growled, slamming me harder against the desk. He held my hips tightly as if he were afraid I would slip away, and I felt the second orgasm riding high in my belly.

“Harder, Xander!” I whimpered, and my eyes flew open. He was looking at me, through me, as if he could see all my secrets and dirty little fantasies. I couldn’t hold the eye contact, too into it to focus, so I shut my eyes and arched into his thrusts. “Oh God, yes, just like that.”

“God you’re so dirty for me. A bad girl, on my desk, begging me for more …”

His filthy talk and dominant touches fueled me on. I was close again, the sensitive nerves in my core tingling as he pistoned in and out of me. His thumb found my clit again, rubbing and circling until I grunted into the bend of his neck. My body tensed around him, and he growled against my skin. He bit down on my neck, and I felt his heat flood me while I pulsed around his length.

His thrusts slowed, and he kissed my collarbone softly before pulling out. I felt the sex drain from my body onto the desk and watched it drop to the floor. Xander backed away, tucking his moist dick into his boxers as he reached for a tissue and wiped up the mess—from the desk first, and then from my core. It was erotic and intimate, and I had to remind myself this was NSA. I should not be feeling what I was feeling.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, still reeling from how good it felt.

He tossed the tissue in the trash and locked up his pants again before offering me a hand.

“Language, Ms. Johnson,” he winked. “Someone might think we’re having fun.”

I didn’t try to hide my grin as I slid off his desk, careful to avoid the mess on the carpet, and reached for my panties on the floor.

“Ah ah …” He wagged a finger at me. “Those are mine now. I’m collecting them.”

“But,” I protested, realizing he was serious. I had to work the rest of my day with no underwear and his sex dripping down my thigh?

“And I’ll send you my cell number. Text me so I’ll know it’s you and you’ve got it. Any time, day or night …” He tucked his shirt in as he spoke, making sure his gig line was straight. “I trust I’ve satisfied you so we won’t have a problem?”

It felt a bit distant and cold, like he was ushering me out of the room so quickly, but if he wanted NSA then I had to give it to him. At least I was getting something out of this arrangement.

“Yes, we’re, uh … It’s fine,” I mumbled, feeling stupid. I bent and picked up my phone then took the portfolio off his desk, amazed it hadn’t taken a topple too. And I turned to go.

“Remember, no kissing and telling,” he said, and I waved a hand at him. I knew if I looked back, he was going to see the stupid grin on my face, and I was certain that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Got it, Boss,” I called, already feeling the swell of giddiness. There was no way I could keep this from Godwin, but why would I want to? He was good at keeping secrets, and if I didn’t tell someone, I was going to burst.

Halfway back to my office, my phone started to ring. I didn’t recognize the number, but it wasn’t unusual for me to get calls on my personal number. I swiped to answer, and got the shock of my life.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Johnson, this is Sergeant William Pratt from the San Jose Police Department. We’re at your father’s house. We’d like you to come over and sit with him. There was a home invasion and your father was assaulted.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. My heart sank so fast it felt like someone burst a balloon inside me. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, just a knock to the head, but he will need someone to help him.”

“Oh my God, I’m on my way.” I hung up in a panic, then felt stupid for doing it, and turned toward Xander’s office, deciding not to tell him. Dad would hate me dragging him into this, and it wasn’t my place.

Instead, I shot a text to my team saying I was out for the rest of the afternoon and stopped by my office to grab my keys. Something was going on in Dad’s life, and I felt like he didn’t want me to know about it. First the car fire, now this? It just didn’t sit right. I had to get to the bottom of it, and man, was I glad Xander had gotten me loosened up.

I needed it for what I was about to walk into.