Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

I took a shuddering breath and looked up into cool blue eyes. “The way you’re my father’s best friend? The way that this can only end as a giant clusterfuck?”

He ran a hand over my cheek and stopped at my chin so that he could force me to stare at him longer. With my chin pinned between his thumb and forefinger, I had no chance of looking away. “This can end however we want. We write this story, and I want you. I have since you fell over in my office yesterday. Maybe since the files first came over my desk about you, to be honest.”

“Is this a setup?”

“No, but what do you want, vixen? Tell me right now. Look into my eyes and say you only want to be boss and secretary, and I’ll never harass you again.”

“It’s not really harassment,” I admitted. Couldn’t be. Not when I wanted this too.

Then he said, his ice blue eyes boring into mine, “Do you want this?” He gestured between us. “Or do you want to give it all up and only be professional?”

“I want this.”

Until that moment, I wasn’t sure what answer I’d give, but it was out of my mouth in an instant. I knew then, consequences or no, that it was worth it, that this would be the wild ride of a lifetime.

I’d worry about the inevitable broken heart later.

He leaned down and kissed me, and that was when my world exploded into color and light.

Chapter Five

Callum

I was going to hell. I was going to hell, and I’d be poked by imps and satyrs for all eternity because I was bloody well breaking every rule I had. On top of it all, I knew I was being a right arsehole. There was no way around it. Seth had been my best friend for over twenty years, had trusted me, and I was about to reward that trust by defiling his baby girl.

Okay, I wasn’t defiling her in my office. Something that grand called for moonlit dinners and the finest orchestral accompaniment coming from the stereo in my penthouse. Having sex with her for the first time would be silk sheets and soft pillows. All the fairytale trimmings that someone as precious as Iris truly deserved. There was something about her, something magnetic. Something that was dragging me down to the depths of depravity.

And I was gleefully telling Satan to save me a seat.

But if it was the price I had to pay for this little taste of heaven, the slight hint of mint on her lips and the scent of lavender wafting from her skin, then I’d gladly take it.

I deepened our kiss until my tongue was stroking her, dancing for dominance with it in a ferocious rhythm. She was mine, and I wanted her to know that. My hand slid down her side and gripped the ample curves of her hips. She was a short, petite thing, but curvy in all the right ways, in ways I hadn’t fully explored in years. I was so sick of stick thin models and debutantes who never ate. Having a real woman—even one so young—was a true pleasure. She moaned in desire at my assault and thrust her body against mine. My cock was hard already, straining through the fabric of my trousers, but I reminded myself to cool it. Not here. It wasn’t the place. I didn’t shit where I ate, and I only went so far with anyone in my offices. This was the furthest I’d ever gone.

And again, when it was time for more with Iris, it would be special.

I just needed to feel her right now, especially after last night.

I pulled away from her, and she mewled her disapproval. Shaking my head, I brought my forefinger to my lips, mimicking the sign for silence. “Now, we’re going to play a game, and your goal is to not make a sound. We don’t want that witch Frances poking her head back here, do we, my vixen?”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t speak. Instead, she nodded and clamped her lips together tightly. Oh, a game rooster, exactly what I wanted.

“Now, luv, I’m going to stroke your sweet quim until I make you come so hard you’ll scramble your brains.” I was whispering everything, keeping my voice low too. This was just between us, and I didn’t need the whole office spying in on my time and spreading rumors. “Do you want that, vixen?”

She nodded again, chocolate brown eyes brimming with sincerity.

And need.

I trailed one hand down the length of her body, even as the other squeezed her juicy, rounded ass. She was wearing a pencil skirt today, one that hugged every curve of her body in all the right ways, and one that promised perfect access to her dripping pussy. I stroked the fabric of her panties, a plain bit of cotton she’d worn. Always professional, this one.

Well, except when she was breaking every rule for me.

She shivered under my touch, and my cock strained once more against my trousers.

“You’re so ready, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

“Do you want me to tear this fabric off?”