My Secret Santa's Secret Baby

I’d thought about the possibility of babies. Skye was young and as far as I knew, healthy. There was no reason he shouldn’t be able to carry a healthy baby with few to no issues. Bad things could always happen, fate being random and all, If I was going to have children, an idea I’d been thinking about more as I’d gotten older I was in the best possible situation I could be with Skye. The fact that I also loved her with all my heart a major factor in what I decided to do next.

Careful to time it so our orgasms happened at the same time. Her sweet pussy flaming on to my pussy, holding on for dear life, as I filled her up with my cum. Skye looking like she might transcend beyond the mortal plane of existence.

Dressing her in the outfit I’d bought her, returning the clams and vibrator to her possession for practice at home, we headed down to the car. Barely twenty minutes to spare before our usual arrival at work. It was more important than ever that things appeared to be normal. Especially since they had fundamental and permanently changed.

It hurt like losing a limb as I dropped her off on the sidewalk near the building. It was needed to keep up appearances.

“See you at lunch?” I asked.

“Yes, sir,” she said with a smile.

I arched until she had turned the corner before going in to work. The secret to successfully rushing was to look like you weren’t rushing at all. Sam had been around though and knew a rush when he saw one. On the upside he was a mire or less neutral party, with whom I was on good terms.

I couldn’t be with Skye but that didn’t mean I couldn’t see here. Within a few keystrokes, I had her on the screen as she sat at her cubicle. I hadn’t given her any more work yet, but she still wasn’t wasting time. She was writing, presumably the draft I’d order her to finish.

Around lunchtime, on the sunny if snowy day, disaster struck. Checking her email before going for lunch, the others already gone, her expression changed like I’d never seen before. I wanted to g to her. To hug her, to kiss her, make everything okay but I just couldn’t risk it. Something in me told me things had gone wrong somehow and I needed to know what was happened before we broke protocol too much. At least while we were on company property.

Skye seemed to feel it too. With a quick glance around to make sure she was alone, Skye left the purview of the all seeing eyes. I could nearly count down to the exact point when she knocked lightly at my office door. I made it a point to get it as fast as possible, so I wouldn’t worry her.

“They know,” she said, as soon as the door was close.

“Who is that, sweetheart?”

“Corporate, someone figured it out about us and snitched to corporate,” she said, pacing a trench into the carpet, “we’re under investigation.”

“Who told you that?”

“I just got an email from HR. They tried to be civil but I could read between the lines. They’re spitting tacks. Anything could set them off. We could both be fired and - ”

I took her firmly by the arms and made her look at me. My masterful presence striking her silent.

“Calm down,” I said.

“Yes, sir,” she said visibly relaxing.

I released her, just then feeling the knife in my heart as her words finally started to sink in.

“What do you want to do?” I asked, my master voice almost gone.

“I think we need to stop,” her inner agony showing in her eyes.

“Stop?”

“I don’t want you to get fired. You have a career here. You really are one of the best. They need you but that won’t stop them from firing you if they think they’re right.”

The words stung like poisoned arrows. Mostly because she was absolutely right. The brass could be vindictive bastards when they thought they were crossed. My record to that point wouldn’t count for much if they found out I was directly defying them on a rule they considered to be cardinal. I also shuddered to think what would happen to Skye. She would definitely be fired, probably before the end of her already short-term employment contract. Worse than that she would more than likely get a reputation as the office slut. Trying to sleep her way to the top, even though that absolutely was not true. It sounded crazy but if I ever wanted to see her again, I could never see her again in the way we both wanted.

“Business only?” I asked.

Sweet Skye nodded, looking like she was going to cry. I could certainly empathize but felt like I had to keep it together. Giving one, final hug, I kissed her on the forehead before she returned to her cubical. Thus beginning our completely business relationship.