Chapter Nine

Sandy

I find myself smiling at random times during work. One moment I will be going through a police report about a guy who is being charged for armed robbery in the next town, and the next, I have my face buried in my palms, giggling like a school girl.

I'm in love.

I haven't felt anything like this…ever.

It's been over a week since Wilson and I started our…relationship. We still haven't defined what we are doing, but I don't mind. He calls me his good girl, and he's Sir, the man who owns my body and my pleasure. I don't think I've ever felt so happy or so settled. Though we haven't fooled around in the office again, we have spent nearly every night together.

A part of me was always envious of my friends back in high school who fell in and out of love. They had relationships with multiple people throughout the years, sometimes even more than one at the same time, and all the while, I couldn't make a connection with even one guy.

I tried. One time I agreed to have a work colleague set me up with her friend ,and during the date, there was no chemistry whatsoever. When he tried to kiss me, I jumped back and awkwardly offered him a handshake instead before hurrying home. Alone.

With Wilson, there is nothing like that.

The attraction was instant, and the first time he kissed me, I was practically vibrating with the need to feel the firm press of his lips against mine.

My first kiss belongs to my boss.

I shake my head to rid it of thoughts of the man and try to focus on the police report in front of me. Lover or not, Wilson is still my boss, and he will be expecting me to give him a full report of the case by the end of the day.

"Okay, Sandy, time to get back to work."

I push a strand of hair behind my ear and turn back to the report, flipping to the next page only to realize I am missing one. I look around to make sure I didn't just forget to staple it, but it's nowhere to be found.

Huh, I must've forgotten to print the last page.

I consider sending the document to Wilson's printer, but I know if I go in there, I'll only distract us both, so I decide to use the one in the common area. I really should talk to someone about getting my own printer, seeing as almost every other assistant has one.

With a sigh, I send the last page of the report to the printer and get up to go grab it.

I expect the trip to last a few minutes, but something seems off when I step into the room. There are several people gathered in pairs or small groups gossiping, but the room suddenly falls silent when I walk in.

It's odd, but I try not to let it bother me as I walk to the printer.

It is pretty obvious that whatever it is they are talking about, they don't want me to hear, so I decide I might as well get out of here. Still, their silence and the looks they keep throwing my way unnerve me.

Don't think about it. Just go.

So, I do that, except I don't walk away when I leave the room. Something tells me whatever the staff was talking about concerns me one way or another. Is it another bet? Have I not shown everyone that I am determined to stay? I am damn excellent at my job, and I don't plan on quitting anytime soon. It's been over two weeks now, surely most of them have lost their bets.

The murmurs start again once the occupants are sure I have left, and I slowly catch what they are saying, horrified by what I hear.

"Oh my God, did you see her just now? I would never have expected such behavior from a girl like her," says a somewhat familiar voice.

"No, she exactly seems like the type," says another.

"It's disgusting if that's how far she is willing to go just to keep her job."

My heart stops at those words, and my mind begs me to walk away, but my feet stay rooted on the ground.

"Two weeks, she's been here for only sixteen days, and she's already fucking the boss's son. Do you think she'll go for the senior Mr. Hile next?"

"With girls like that, you never know. She'll do anything to make sure she gets what she wants."

I…I brought this on myself. I don't believe I deserve such cruel words from people who barely know me, but what they're saying is sort of true. Except for the part about Wilson's dad. That man is in his seventies. Gross. Not to mention, it's Wilson who I'm in love with. But they don't know that.

Someone taps me on the shoulder, and I turn around to find Martha watching me, concern etched on her kind face. "Hey, are you okay?"

I don't even realize I am crying until she brushes her fingers over my cheek, her touch gentle and motherly. "I'm fine." I crack a smile I don't feel and go to walk past her, but she grabs my arm before I can leave.

"Everyone knows, Sandy," she tells me. "One of the interns was in the hallway last week, and she heard you in his office and told the others. You know how fast news like this spreads."

"I'm sorry," I whisper. There is no use denying it, but Christ, as the head of HR, I wonder if she's going to fire me.

"You could deny it," Martha tells me, rubbing my arm. "She had no right to spread your business like that. If you deny it, then it will be your word against hers. She would be reprimanded for starting false rumors."

But I would be lying, and…I won't lie. I knew there would be consequences if I was caught having sex with Wilson in his office, and yet, I couldn't wait a few hours until we were away from the firm. This is my fault, and now, everyone will think the only reason I have kept my job even this long is because I am sleeping with my boss.

Oh my God, Wilson's reputation will be dragged through the mud as well.

I need to leave.

I don't know what I'm going to do next, but I can't think in these suffocating walls. I can't face anyone right now. Not when I know what they think of me now.

"I'm sorry," I tell Martha again, apologetic for putting her in this awkward situation, but I don't wait for a response before running off. I don't even bother to grab my stuff as I flee the place.

Sixteen days.

That's how long I was Wilson Hile's assistant. Whoever bet on that can now collect their money.

***

Four hours .

That's how long it takes for someone to come knocking on my door. It's like a clap of thunder with how insistent it is.

"Sandy," comes a low voice, followed by another loud knock. "Open the door for me."

I burrow deeper under my covers and wish the man away. I don't want to see him or anyone else right now. I am already feeling like hell, and I just need a few days, a week maybe to come to terms with what happened.

I made a mistake.

And no, I don't consider sleeping with my boss a mistake. I could have been discreet about it, but I was too horny and needy to realize I was damaging the man's reputation.

Does he hate me?

"I will break this door down if you don't unlock it."

He is bluffing. He is a criminal defense lawyer, and he knows it would be an offense to break down the door, but then I remember that the man represents some of the worst criminals. Breaking down my door would be one of the lighter crimes he's ever defended against. He would find his way out of legal trouble easily.

"Sandy," his voice is low, dangerously so. "I am giving you five seconds."

Damnit!

I kick off the covers and climb out of the bed with an annoyed sigh. Can a girl not get a few moments to mope around without her lover interrupting her self-loathing session? I was about to grab ice cream from the freezer, play some sad music, and feel sorry for myself before my boss rudely interrupted me.

I stomp to the door and swing it open for Wilson, and he looks pissed. He trails his eyes over my sweater and sleep shorts, and I watch as heat flashes in those icy blue eyes before they shift back to mine. "You left work in the middle of the day?" he accuses, and I gape at him. That's what he is pissed about?

"I quit."

"No, you don't."

My eyes narrow on his before I breathe out a resigned sigh as the urge to fight him fades. "I quit, Wilson. I can't…I can't go back to a workplace where people think I'm only sleeping with you for job security."

"Who said that?"

"What, are you going to fire them?"

"I'll do more than that, baby. Just give me a name."

I laugh at the ridiculous man, running my fingers through my hair before walking back into the apartment, not bothering to close the door, knowing he will follow. Wilson walks in and shuts the door behind him.

I eye my bedroom, and it's tempting to climb back into bed, pull the covers over my head, and wish my troubles away, but I don't do that. Instead, I walk to the couch and sit down on it, staring at the wall blankly until Wilson walks over and crouches in front of me so we are on eye level.

"What are you so scared of?" he asks.

"What I am scared of has already happened," I tell him, dropping my face to my open palms. "I know I haven't been working for you for long, but everything I have done thus far will be overshadowed by the fact that I had sex with my boss."

"Would it be more acceptable if you were married to him instead?"

I look up from my palms to glare at him. "You are not funny."

"I wasn't trying to be," he says, pulling my hands completely from my face. "When you left, Martha stormed into my office and demanded to know what I was going to do to preserve your dignity."

"She did what?"

"Aren't you wondering why it took so long for me to get to you?" I'd imagined he had work to do. The man is married to the firm. "I had to make a pit stop to grab this."

I watch him reach into the inside of his jacket with the hand that's not holding mine and come out with…a ring. A shiny golden ring with an emerald stone. My eyes widen to saucers, springing between Wilson and the ring he's holding in his hand.

Oh, he's not kidding.

"Wilson…"

"I made a stop to get this," he says again, his blue eyes watching me with something akin to anxiety. Something I never thought I would see in the self-assured man. "I want to marry you, Sandy."

"You…I… Is it because of the rumor? You don't need to—"

"Yes, I need to do this, and it has nothing to do with anyone else but us. You were it for me when you walked into my office with your ripped-open skirt." I flush at the memory of that. "I love you, Sandy. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want that beautiful smile to be a part of my life, and I want to wake up to your body pressed tight against mine and your beautiful eyes trained on me."

I try to act unaffected by his words, but my eyes fill up with tears. "I guess Annie is going to win the bet after all," I whisper, letting the tears fall. Wilson's brows arch in confusion, but I don't bother explaining it to him, choosing instead to fling my arms around his shoulders and hug him close. "I'll marry you. God, I love you, Wilson. You are it for me too."

"Good," he rasps into my hair, tightening his arms around me before pulling back to slide the ring onto my finger. It's a perfect fit, and I am not exactly surprised that it is. He brings my ringed hand to his mouth before leaning in to kiss my lips. I can taste my tears in the kiss and what I imagine was meant to be a simple peck turns into something deeper when brings his hand to my nape.

Heat licks up my body, and the ache between my legs is back.

"Wilson," I whimper, breaking the kiss to look at him—at my fiancé. "Y–you have a meeting soon."

"Don't worry about it," he says, brushing his lips over mine.

"No, wait." I moan when slides his hand up my naked thighs to my shorts before he grabs the waistband, ready to yank them down. I close my hand around his to stop him, my breathing labored as I try to rein in my desire. "Wilson, wait. You have a client coming in from out of town to see you. I don't want to get in the way of your work."

"You won't," he says, yanking down my shorts anyway. "I passed all my appointments for the day to someone else."

"But…"

"Let me have this, baby," he rasps, his deep voice smooth and pleading. "Let me celebrate getting engaged to the good girl I have fallen madly in love with."

My heart jumps and my pulse races at his words. I want to give him everything. "Yes, Sir," I whisper, shrugging off my shorts, and when he grabs the hem of my sweater, I let him tug it off my shoulders, leaving me naked. I reach out to tear the shirt off him as well, but he stops me.

"I don't have a change of clothes today, baby."

"I want to see you naked," I whisper with urgency, the need for this man affecting me like a drug. " Please."

Wilson climbs to his feet, and with eyes locked on mine, begins to unbutton his shirt. I have seen the man naked before, felt his hard body pressed against mine, but I am still in awe when he drops his shirt to reveal his muscles. His chest is robust, streaked with dark hair that travels to his firm stomach and a perfectly cut V-line. I don't know when he has free time to visit the gym, considering how much he works, but I have no doubt that he works out.

My eyes lock on his fingers as he pops open the button to his pants and drags the zipper down before tugging them off along with his briefs to reveal his massive cock. It's huge and veiny, with an angry head leaking precum, and I find myself wondering how it tastes.

"Done looking?"

"Huh?" My cheeks flush when I find Wilson watching me ogle his body. Fully naked now, he is a piece of art, and I want him on me.

"You are looking at me like you want me to fuck your mouth."

Am I?

"Maybe," I whisper, my lips parting on a gasp when he drops back down to the carpet and yanks open my thighs.

"I will," he grinds out, caressing a path down my thigh. With his eyes on me, he rubs his thumb over my sex to part my feminine lips, and I arch off the couch when his finger grazes my clit. "Later, when I am not so close to blowing, I will grab that hair and sink my cock into that perfect little mouth, watch your eyes fill up as you choke on it." His middle finger enters me, and he starts pushing it in and out of me, making wet noises as moisture drips down his fingers. "I'll pull out a little and give you a few seconds to catch your breath before slamming it back into your throat, training it to take more of me."

"Oh God," I whimper when he adds another finger and starts stroking my sensitive nub with his thumb as he pumps his thick digits into my sex faster and harder.

"Then I will pull out and cream that face, every inch of it, before letting you lick my cock clean."

Wilson pulls his fingers from me, and with little warning, buries his face between my legs. My body jerks against him when he thrusts his tongue into my core, licking and sucking at my arousal with the intensity of mad man. It's feral, the way he licks at my wet heat, and when he slides his fingers back into my pulsing sex, I feel myself draw closer and closer to the edge.

"Wilson," I whimper, burying my fingers into his perfect hair and tugging him closer. His mouth closes hotly around my clit and sucks, and I orgasm with a sob. I clench hard around his fingers as waves and waves of pleasure roll through my system, causing me to see black spots in my vision.

I fall back on the couch, my body trembling, but he's not done. The man grabs me and pulls me down to the carpet with him, kissing my lips before he spins me around on my knees.

"I could spend a lifetime buried between your legs, licking that tight little pussy and watching your eyes lose focus when I do," he says hoarsely, and I moan when I feel the hard press of his cock rubbing against my wet sex. "You have no idea the things you do to me. The things I am going to do to you."

"Aah!"

A surprised cry tears from me when he slaps my ass cheek hard enough for it to sting. What is more surprising is how much I like it. He does it again on the same spot, causing my sex to grow slicker with arousal.

Christ, what is this man doing to me?

"This is for running away," he says, slapping the same spot, and my back arches, a moan slipping from my lips. It hurts, but it feels good too. "Don't run away from me again, Sandy. Whatever it is that scares you, let me handle it."

"I'm sorry," I whimper, which turns into a moan when he slaps my other ass cheek, and then, he is entering me.

It's an overload of sensations, and it works to get my body heated and my sex craving more. My pussy pulses with need as he fills me with every last inch of his massive cock.

"So fucking tight baby," he growls, fisting my hair and bending me over completely before he starts rutting into me, stretching me with his manhood. His thrusts are fast and fevered, and all I can do is bury my face in the rug and take it—take all of him.

My fiancé.

That thought alone sends pleasure rolling down my spine, and it's something I never imagined I would say in my life. I'd hoped for it, but I didn't have many expectations, and now, I am in love. With a man who loves me back.

A man who is ready to tear down a few gossips at the office to make my life a little better. The same man that makes me feel good inside and outside. The same man I am going to spend the rest of my life with, loving and protecting him in my own way for as long as I breathe.

A sob climbs up my throat from the overload of emotions, but I lose it when his middle finger finds my clit and starts rubbing the sensitive bud in fast, firm circles, bringing me closer to yet another orgasm. "Wilson, oh my God," I sob as the man tightens his grip on my hair and pounds into me, faster and harder. The second orgasm comes with little warning. My muscles tighten at once, and my pussy clenches hard around his cock before releasing in a wave of ecstasy. I sob as he fucks me through the orgasm, pleasure building with every thrust, and when I jerk against him once more, it seems to send him right over the edge.

"Fuuuck!"

Wilson stills against me before he comes with a roar. His cock jerks inside of me for a second before he spills long streams of his hot seed into my womb. He pounds into me through the orgasm, thrusting roughly until my pussy has milked him of everything.

My body loses tension, and I fall flat onto the carpet and he follows me down. His weight feels like a protective cloak wrapped around my back. Warm and comforting. "I love you, Sandy," he whispers, brushing his lips over my shoulder before he takes his weight off my back, and I whine at the loss. He lies down next to me and pulls me into his arms, cradling me. "I love you."

I want to say the words back to him, but for the life of me, I can't find my voice, so I do the next best thing. I lean in and kiss his jaw, nuzzling his neck and moaning in pleasure when he rubs his massive hand down my back.

If this is what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life, then I can't wait to start living it with him by my side.

My boss. My lover.

My fiancé.