Chapter 33

I stand at the opening of her office and observe for a little while. Her eyes are fixed on the screen in front of her as she bites into what appears to be a tough, stale green-apple licorice whip. Damn, she's beautiful when she's disheveled and has her hair piled on top of her head like that. I can picture her in my house, like she is now, working late from home. From our bed. The image is clear as day. I can see our future together as if it's already happened.

The licorice hangs out of the side of her mouth, and I step over the threshold.

"You're here late," I say.

She jumps back and clutches her chest. "Jesus Christ! Don't scare me like that!" She looks up toward the ceiling as she catches her breath. "I could say the same about you. What are you doing here?"

I grin and turn to shut the door, quietly locking it. I'm pleased the blinds are already closed on the windows. "Saw your car and decided to check in on you. What are you working on?"

"Going through footage… I saw your date on Friday."

I raise my eyebrows as I recall the dinner conversation. "Yikes."

"My grandma used to say some people couldn't pour water out of a boot with the instructions on the heel… She's hot, though, so people will forgive her for it."

"How hot can you be with a room temperature IQ?" I ask.

She tries to hide her smile. "They don't cover geography in contestant interviews. Though, if they did, I'm sure Jeremy would have been feeding you lines to quiz her."

"Damn, that's low."

She shrugs. "That's television… it's got an ugly side, that's for sure. I don't enjoy exploiting people. I've already emailed the editing department about cutting that segment, though I highly doubt they will… God… Alaska ? Really?"

"I thought for sure it was scripted," I say.

She shakes her head in disbelief.

"So, got any good footage of me? Anything you wanna save for the spank bank?"

She glances over at me with a dull expression, and I smile.

"That good, huh?"

"Wait…" She stills in her chair. "Oh my God!" She looks down at her stomach.

"What?"

She's beaming at me. "I think I felt the baby kick… I thought it was just weird gas bubbles or something, but that felt like a kick. This is the fluttering they talk about."

I can't believe I get to have a baby with this woman. I walk over to her chair and kneel in front of her. She lifts her shirt, even though I know damn well it will be a while before I can feel it. I just want to touch her. It makes me feel closer. I press a kiss to her stomach, then it growls.

"Kendra."

She looks away. "Hm?"

"When did you eat last?"

She throws her head back. "Oh my God, Sully. What is this obsession with you and making sure I eat? I'm eating right now!" She swings her licorice in the air like a lasso. I can't help it. I'm incredibly protective over her, especially now that she's pregnant.

"Eat better, and I won't have to hound you about it."

"I'm fine, Bo is fine. We're all fine."

I grin up at her. "Bo?"

"Oh." She worries her lip. "My mom's name was Bonnie, I thought Bo was a good nickname that worked for either sex."

It's perfect. "Bo is a great name. Do I get to use it too?"

"Only if you stop fussing over me so much."

I chuckle at her sass. "You need an outlet for that frustration. Want some help?" I lean forward and bite her thigh through her jeans.

She squeals a laugh and nudges me away but rolls backward in her chair, putting herself farther from her keyboard. "You're an animal."

I grab her legs and haul her back. "You have no idea."

We stare at each other, then she drops her gaze to my mouth. That's all the motivation I need to get up and seal her lips with mine. Her tongue meets mine, and the tart green-apple flavor is bright on my tongue. "You taste like sour candy."

She reaches down and fumbles with my belt. "What do you taste like?"

I peel her shirt off, and I swear to god, her tits are bigger than they were before. They're growing heavier, and the thought turns me to steel. An image of her bouncing on my cock pops in my head, I visualize the milk leaking from her nipples, dribbling over my hand as I massage them. Fuck. That's new.

I unhook her bra and suck a nipple into my mouth. Popping off, I relish the jiggle and nip the side of her breast, then find her mouth again. Our kiss is steamy, hot, and urgent. Her chest rises and falls as I lift her, then deposit her ass on the desk. She works my jeans and boxers down.

"Lift," I say.

She braces both hands behind her, raising her ass for me to pull her pants and underwear down her pretty legs. Her left hand is firmly smashed on the center of her keyboard, causing the computer to blast an angry beep, she startles and pushes it over the edge of the desk, letting it clatter to the floor. We laugh against each other's lips and remove our clothes.

I lower her bare back to her desk. I've always wanted to fuck someone on a desk. I glance down and nod at the papers in a pile next to her. "Are these important?"

She looks over. "Why?" A smile forms on her lips "You want to shove them off?"

"So badly."

"I'll organize them later," she says, giggling. I sweep my arm across, and they whoosh off the side, floating to the floor.

A wide grin stretches across my face. "Sort of a bucket list thing," I explain.

"I totally get it. I've always wanted to be fucked on my desk."

"That makes two of us."

I spit on her already wet entrance and bury myself to the hilt. She's so tight I see stars and have to take a second for the fog to clear. My entire lower half is humming.

"Have you been a good girl today?"

"Yes, Daddy."

"Christ, Kendra."

My palms glide up her body to squeeze her full breasts. "This fucking body…" I drift one down to her clit and rub circles over it with the pad of my thumb, and she tightens around my length. I draw out and plunge inside again. "You have the neediest little pussy. Look at you taking every inch of this fat cock." I withdraw almost completely, then drive inside again. She accepts it like a champ. I love the way her mouth drops open when she makes those sexy noises.

Outside the door, two people walk by, talking among themselves. I cover her mouth and lower my voice. "You better quiet those noises, you wouldn't want the entire office knowing what a greedy girl you are for Daddy, would you?"

She shakes her head side to side. One of the passersby knocks on the door and calls out to her "Don't work too hard, Kendra."

I slow my movement, dragging myself in and out of her tight pussy, her muscles tense, and I'm relishing the pained expression as she tries to remain quiet.

"You're working so hard, baby girl…" I grin, then nod toward the door. "Answer him."

I lift my hand from her lips. She struggles to calm her breathing, then forces her eyes shut to focus. "I won't," she calls out.

My wicked smile grows. "Good job, baby girl." I wrap my fingers around the base of her neck and fuck her harder, making the desk rattle. I'm unsure how far away her fellow employees have traveled. I don't really care. I just want to see her come. She gasps and claps a hand over her mouth, groaning against it.

"There's my loud girl." I chuckle and slide the hand on her neck up to her cheek and give a shallow controlled slap. She moans again. "I love the sounds you make when I'm fucking you. Get up."

She moves to sit up, and I release her, then help her the rest of the way to the floor. I spin her around and press her breasts and the top half of her body against the desk. With my foot, I nudge her foot to the side, spreading her legs wider, and marvel at her dripping, puffy cunt as it twitches with need.

"So beautiful …"

"Please, Daddy?"

"You are so polite when you want to be filled with my cock." My palm rubs her ass before I deliver the spanking. Then I stuff her with every inch. I am feral for her; there's something about fucking the woman who's carrying my child that's erotic as hell. I want to tear my claws into her.

Ever since the first time she called me daddy, it's all I think about when I jack off. And now she's made it come true. She's made me a literal daddy, and it fuels the fire in me. I never thought this would be something I'm into, but damn, am I ever into it. Pregnant Kendra makes me feral.

Panting, she reaches forward and grabs the edge of the desk, clasping it with strained fingers.

"Is my pretty girl enjoying herself?"

She sobs. "I'm going to come."

"Let me feel you come on this cock. Say my name… Who gets you off, baby girl?"

I grab her legs, lifting her, and use her like she's my own personal toy.

"Oh fuck," she cries out, neither of us caring who hears. "Always you." I want to feel her shatter.

She clenches around me, and I grip her ass in my hand, digging my fingers deep. She groans into the desk, and I explode. "Oh, good, good girl." I flood her with me, continuously thrusting until it's dripping down her thighs.

Gently, I lower her calves and pull out. Holding her back to my chest, I turn her chin to the side so I can kiss her. "Holy shit," she says, panting on shaky legs. "Have I told you how much I love our sex? It's like nothing I've ever experienced."

It fills me with pride. If I do my job right, she'll never know another man's cock.

I chuckle. "You make me crazy… I've never had anyone like you."

She spins in my arms and rolls her eyes. "I'm sure you've had your share of hot little groupies."

"I have. But none were you. Their sex was never ours. I didn't yearn to keep them the way I want to keep you. You're untouchable, Kendra." Her eyes are big as she ingests my words. "I never gave my heart to them. You are the only woman to get all of me."

I don't want to say more because these feelings are new and I don't know what to do with them. Maybe it isn't love, but it's something similar. Instead, I kiss her with all I have. Letting her know she's the only woman for me. She's the only one I want. No matter how many dates they film me on, no matter how many women I pretend to be with for the next several weeks, she will be the only woman I give myself to.

I help sort the papers I swept onto the floor, then walk Kendra to her car. The thought of her walking to her car alone when it's this dark makes me uneasy. I'll have to talk to security about giving her an escort.

She unlocks the driver-side door and swings it open, and before she sits down, I grab her hand. "Hey, before you go… I want to ask you something."

Her smile is filled with postsex haze. She's glowing, and I wish I could take her home with me. "Yes?"

I brace an arm on the top of her car. "I know it's coming up soon, but Barrett and Raleigh are going to Florida for the holidays… They've invited us to join them. I don't know what plans you have but—"

"Yes."

I'm a little stunned she said yes so quickly. I raise my eyebrows, and a slow smile grows on my lips. "Yeah?"

"Definitely."

Grabbing her chin, I kiss her, loving her grin against my mouth. I nip at her bottom lip, and she giggles, retreating from me. I forgot we're supposed to be curbing any public affection. Even though it's dark, she doesn't want to take any chances. I respect it, even though I don't like it. She climbs into the driver's seat, smiling back at me. "I'll see you tomorrow at the arena… Daddy."

"Yeah you will." I chuckle and shut her door, making sure she gets the car started. She waves before pulling away.

Fuck, I'm happy.