Knocked Up by the C.E.O (Knocked Up)

“Christ, Dylan, come for me, come with my name on your lips.” I swear it’s like Wesley is right here with me, not touching me, just telling me what to do, and that’s all it takes as a full body shiver takes over and I come so hard, my thighs clench on my hand that’s between my legs.

“Wesley.” My voice trembles, my eyes slowly open, and realization hits me. I’m still at the office. My shirt is unbuttoned as well as my pants. So much skin is on display, and in front of my boss. Not to mention the fact that I just practically screamed the room down with his name on my lips.

“That was beautiful.” He’s sitting in the mammoth chair Mr. Hodges left behind, forearms on his knees, eyes on me, and not embarrassed in the least, like I am.

“Oh my God, I thought I was at home. I’m so sorry.” I sit up, removing my hands from my shirt and pants. His eyes darken when he sees my fingers glisten with wetness.

“Nothing to be sorry about. Come here, Dylan,” he demands. My body betrays my mind as I get up and walk to him. Wesley’s hand picks up my own, the one that’s coated with my essence I don’t expect him to lap at my fingers as a groan vibrates from his throat, resonating through my entire body as he licks my fingers clean. It’s enough to make me want to drop to my knees and taste him myself.

“Hmm.” My body that was feeling better after coming now wants more, so much more.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to take joy in making you come multiple times,” Wesley states, while pulling me on top of his lap with his other arm. I’m a mess, body in a quivering state of bliss and neediness, clothes undone, and he’s looking at me like I’m his last meal.

“I still say this isn’t a good idea. For one, there’s too much work we need to get done, and for the second reason, well, let’s not forget you’re my boss. Isn’t there some kind of rule against this?” I tease, but not really. I am worried about this blowing up in my face, leaving me jobless and the laughingstock.

“You really think there’s a rule? Where I’m concerned when what I’m after is you? Not a fucking chance, Dylan. And for the other reason, I’ve gone over the reports and sent them to corporate,” he tells me. Both of his hands go to my waist, moving my blouse out of the way, going after the bare skin there.

“It probably should be a rule. If we do this, Wes, it has to stay quiet. I don’t want Priscilla Nosey Pants running her mouth. You may have only been here for a second day, but she is literally like a dog with a bone.” I can hear her now, running to tell everyone who will listen to her who’s doing who.

“For now, I’ll agree to this, but it won’t be like this forever,” he counters. I nod my head even though my gut is telling me this could backfire. Too bad Wesley can’t read my mind, because now he’s moving my body closer to his until I can feel his hard cock against my core. His lips meet mine, searing me with his flavor. My hands move to his shoulders, as I find purchase while he helps me grind my hips back and forth along his lap.

“God, you’re going to make me come again,” I purr into his ear, nipping his lobe after.

“You better be screaming my name when you do.” Wesley’s hand moves to my breast, pulling the cup of my bra down and palming it in his big hand, all while he’s rocking me along his hard cock.

“Wesley,” I breathe out in between kisses.

“Get there, Dylan. Show me how much you love to fall apart for me,” he demands, and my body is like his violin, the strings bowing to his words, causing me to come. Wesley holds me as my whole entire earth is spinning on its axis.

“Damn, I can’t wait to see your cunt on my cock, gripping it, feeling it, and owning your body.” I’m not sure I’ll survive if this is just the beginning. He may just kill me. Here lies Dylan Thorne, death by orgasm. Yep, it could totally happen.

Eight

Wesley

It wasn’t easy to return to work, not after watching Dylan come both in her sleep and awake. Sure, watching her was probably a jerk move. But a man is only so strong. Hearing her moan through the cracked door while working was too fucking tempting. So, I closed out my work after pouring over the numbers for hours and none of it adding up. To take over a company and to see shit not match up, it’s highly suspicious. Dylan finding it within hours only shows me how valuable she’ll be to this company in the long run. If it were a few hundred dollars here and there, it would be one thing, but we’re talking hundreds of thousands. Something that could have been figured out long before now and might have saved Hodges from selling his company. Though, something tells me he was ready to sell and retire, if his emails say anything at least. Crazy fucker is on the beaches of Turks and Caicos with his wife, as he told last night after I called him to tell him what Dylan had found.