His Boss’s Daughter Page 8
I press my back against the bed hard, needing something solid to hold me as I swim in to space. I feel like I’m out of this planet with Reece. What he does to me is really something else.
“Oh wow.” I let the pillow slide to one side and I grab my forehead. “That was…”
But he doesn’t give me long to get myself together. In an instant, he has a condom on, and he’s sliding in to me. My body is still swirling through the bliss, it hasn’t yet caught up with Reece, so this just makes it last even longer. The next orgasm seems to come only a few thrusts in, almost as if it’s rolling right on top of the other one. This leaves my heart pounding so hard I fear it might break free at any moment, my stomach flip flopping like crazy, my whole body tingling and fizzing with a never ending desire.
I grab on to Reece’s butt, just as it tenses, and I hold him tight while the pleasure gets him too. He rests his forehead against mine throughout, allowing me to really see him at his most vulnerable moment. The gaze is filled with an intensity, it really gets the better of me. It reminds me again that I might be falling for this man much more than I should be. I haven’t ever felt anything for a guy so quickly, but then, Reece is different.
Afterwards, Reece pauses on top of me, kissing me for a while, which only heightens this sensation. As his lips press against my tingly, passion bruised mouth, I want to keep doing this forever.
“Don’t go right away,” he murmurs as he rolls on the bed beside me. “I want you to stay for a bit.”
I stroke his face and smile. “I would love to, but I can’t stay too long, with Valencia and everything…”
“Urgh, I hate this.” He pouts out his bottom lip. “I hate that you can’t stay over. I want to just hold you.”
“That isn’t very player like of you.” She pushes me playfully. “But I want to stay too.”
“I’m not a player and I haven’t ever been,” he tells me honestly. “Sorry if that disappoints you.”
“It really doesn’t.” I snuggle closer to him, surprised at how true these words are. “I don’t like boys like that.”
Maybe that’s the sort of guys that I’ve gone for in the past, but now my head has been turned. I see what a real man is like in bed and that just changes everything. I never want to go back again.
“So, what do you like in a guy?” he asks me in a cheeky tone. “I’d love to know.”
I peer up at him, smiling happily. “I don’t think I’ve ever known before. Not until I met you.”
He rubs my arm gently and grins. “Well that’s nice to hear. I’m glad that I’m helping you see things.”
He really is. Ever since he came in to my life on the one night where I really didn’t want to meet him, he’s absolutely consumed me. He’s made me see my life and myself in a brand new light.
“Well, I suppose I don’t have to go right away,” I tell him. “We have some time to talk.”
So, we do just that. We curl up in one another naked and we talk for a while. I learn even more about him and I share more about myself as well. Nothing important, just random little facts and anecdotes about each other’s lives, but it feels amazing. Everything he tells me takes me closer to his heart…
Not that I want to get in to his heart. Nothing like that. Just… a little bit.
Eventually, we make love one more time, and that’s the only way that it can be described. It isn’t fast and passionate like it has been. It’s more slow and sensual, game changing in a way. So, by the time I go to say goodbye, and we spend a dangerous bit of time kissing in the door way, I know that we’re both in a lot of trouble here. This cannot be something serious, I think that we both have an understanding of that, but it seems to be happening anyway. It’s rapidly becoming something out of our control.
The journey home is a long and thoughtful one. I think I might need to decide how much I’m willing to risk for this man, for this situation. Because right now, in the beautiful post orgasmic bliss, I think I would risk absolutely everything for him.
Chapter Thirteen
Reece
It’s hard to focus on work when I keep getting sexy little messages from Alexa. It doesn’t help that the position I’m at right now isn’t ideal either. I’m not the man who loves a desk job, I do much better out on the field, but of course, this is the best that I can hope for considering my situation at the moment. I can’t be out on the field anywhere because I can’t leave Oliver. Nor do I want to. I need to be around to see him growing up.
So, I need to find a way to knuckle down and to stop day dreaming about the foxy young thing who’s been in my bed a lot this week. Probably far too much, considering it’s only a casual thing.
“Moore,” comes the Admiral’s sharp tone behind me, making me jump.
Panic sets in as I realize that my cell phone is still in my hand with all the messages on the screen. What if he’s seen it and this is the moment that I’m going to have my heart ripped out of my chest?
“S… Sir?” I stammer while I stuff the phone away. “Is everything okay?”
A heat fills my cheeks, I’m probably giving myself away even if he doesn’t already know. My mind races, picturing him having found out about us a number of different ways. It doesn’t matter how discrete we’ve been, someone is bound to have seen us and told him. Why did I think we could get away with this?
“Yes, Moore, I just wanted to see what you are doing this evening?”
Shit, I have plans with his daughter, is that what he’s insinuating? “I… I don’t know.”
“Right, well that’s good.” He pats me on the shoulder. “You can come to dinner again.”
“Dinner?” Oh God, he’s going to murder me in his home. That’s what the plan is. “I don’t know…”
“You don’t know a lot, do you?” He laughs, a bellowing sound that comes right from the pit of his stomach. It’s actually a happy sounding laugh which is weird, because he must be utterly fuming. “Come on, come and have dinner with me and my family. We had such a good time last time you were over?”
“We did?” Fucking hell. I certainly don’t remember it that way. “Of course we did.”
“Right, exactly, so come over again. It will be good.” He leans in closer, speaking to me in a secretive way. “You’ve been doing such good work here, I want to talk to you about your position anyway.”
I sure as hell don’t feel like I’ve been doing a good job. More just coasting through, so this is incredibly suspicious. But I can’t turn it down, can I? That would be incredibly weird.
“Er, sure. Yeah, that sounds good. What… what time do you want me over?”
“Come over at six again. We can have a couple of drinks before the dinner. And, maybe some after too.”
I smile thinly, trying to cover up the sound of my heart hammering violently in my chest as I do. The nerves are zig zagging furiously through me, I’ve become a bubble of anxiety, and I know that’s how I’m going to feel for the rest of the damn day. There’s going to be no focus at all now!
Reece: Alexa, your father has just invited me to dinner tonight (!)
I don’t even try to disguise that I’m staring at my phone while I wait for her to reply. I need to know if she’s freaking out too, because if we can’t be around one another then perhaps I should feign illness or something.
Alexa: Ooh, that could be a whole lot of fun. Me and you at dinner. Almost like a date… xxx
Reece: Fun? Are you crazy? It’ll be super awkward! Won’t it? This couldn’t be less like a date if it tried x
Alexa: No, just be cool. Play it casual. There’s no way he can know xx
I breathe a little steadier. Maybe she’s right. I am already on edge about this, so I’m bound to over react. Perhaps it will be okay, we can just act like we did last time. I barely spoke to Alexa the last time I was there, so why would there be any need to do so this time? I need to see what this new job thing is anyway.
Reece: Okay, well I guess I will see you later then xx
I can’t even begin to deal with what she’s going to look like later on right now. I will get my head in a spin over her and that won’t help me at all. I shove my phone away knowing that it’s going to be the last time that I look at it all day long. I have to focus, to get through the next few hours.
* * *
I clutch the wine bottle tightly between my fingers and straighten out my shirt for one last time. I’m supposed to be calmer now, I’ve been trying to hold it together, to get myself in a good place, but it doesn’t seem to have worked. All I’ve done is got myself in more of a state than I was in before, and now I have to face him.
And her. I think that’s the worst part. Knowing that I’ll be facing her.
“You can do this,” I whisper to myself, needing a damn pep talk. “You can. It’ll be fine.”
But even as I lift my fist to knock on the door, I’m not convinced. I can’t stop my brain from thinking about everything that could, and might, go wrong tonight. Usually involving blood being shed. Mine.
“Ah, you’re here.” The door swings open and the Admiral gives me a warm smile. “Come in.”
I hand him the wine and try to smile back, but it probably comes out as more of a grimace than anything else. “Thank you for inviting me. That’s really kind of you. It smells delicious in here.”
“Oh thank you, it’s one of my wife’s recipes actually. I haven’t cooked it for a while.”
While he explains to me what he’s cooked, I tune him out and glance around, waiting for the moment when I finally see Alexa. I know that I’ve seen her a lot of times this week, but that’s been different. Sexy, just me and her. In the secrecy of my own house. Not here with her father around watching us like a hawk.
Everything that’s wrong about me and Alexa floods me, it puts me right on edge.
“So, what do you say, Moore? Sounds like a good opportunity, don’t you think?”
“Huh?” Shit, I tuned out for way too long. This actually requires an answer! “Sorry, what?”
“I thought you weren’t listening then,” the Admiral laughs. “What’s wrong? Too many late nights?”
“Er, yes. Oliver hasn’t been sleeping well recently, and it’s left me a little exhausted.”
“Doesn’t Valencia live with you? Shouldn’t she be dealing with him?”
I don’t bother to answer because it could get more awkward than it already is. Instead, I just smile.
“Anyway, I was just saying that we think you’re too good for a desk job. Even though you’ve been doing really well at it, we think you should be doing more. Your talents are being wasted.”
I gulp, unsure if this sounds like good news or not. “What are you thinking?”
“We want you to start training new recruits. Get back out there again. Not quite on the field, but close enough. That way, you can stay here, but you’ll have a job that makes you happier. I hope.”
I can’t keep the big beaming smile from my face. “Are you serious? I love the sound of that.”
“Great.” He hands me a glass and we clink them together. “I thought you might.”
Just at the moment we start sharing our drink, the shocking moment that I’ve been waiting for happens, almost making me spit the liquid out. Alexa enters the room with tiny little shorts and a baggy vest top on. She wears no make-up and her hair cascades around her shoulders. Casual, yet sexy as hell at the same time.
“Hey there!” she declared gleefully, completely unbothered by the awkwardness. “How are you?”
“Don’t you think that you could wear something a little more appropriate?” her father tuts. “Shorts?”
“It’s hot!” He turns away and she winks at me. “Hello again, Mr. Moore.”
Shit. That sends a shiver tearing down my spine. How on earth am I supposed to hold it together when she says things like that? Surely her father can tell by the seductive tone of her voice what’s going on?
“Er, hello Alexa.” My whole body burns. “Good to see you again.”
Luckily then the Admiral starts talking once more, silencing the pair of us. If he suspects, he isn’t showing it. So, he can’t suspect anything at all. There’s no way that he’d be able to keep it inside.
Dinner is served and we all sit around the table. I don’t know where to sit at first, there doesn’t seem to be any position to make it any less uncomfortable. Next to her means I’ll be able to feel her burning through me all the time, and in front of her means I won’t be able to avoid eye contact with her.
How did Alexa think that this would be the same as last time? I am a fucking mess.
In the end, the Admiral chooses for us, putting me directly opposite her. I keep trying to avert my eyes, but that deep magnetic pull draws me in. It’s a miracle that I can hold a conversation at all with her bright blue eyes piercing all the way in to my soul. In the end, I find it so awkward I need a moment to breathe.
“I’m just going to the bathroom,” I gasp out while shoving my seat back noisily. “I’ll be back in a moment.”
“Oh, great. Are you finished? I can sort out dessert while you’re gone.”
I haven’t eaten much. Not as much as I would like anyway, but I’m barely hungry.
“Sure, sounds good.” I smile as honestly as I can. “Thank you.”
I grip on to my forehead as soon as I’m out in the hallway, and alone. This is too much, I can never do this again. If the offer for dinner ever comes my way then I will make up an excuse right away.
“Hey handsome,” Alexa suddenly gushes, her hands wrapping around my waist. “This is nuts. Isn’t it?”
I push her off quickly and hiss. “What the hell are you doing?”
“Dad’s in the kitchen. He isn’t going to notice us for a moment.”
She giggles so gleefully as she hugs me again. She’s back to her brazen self, and that scares me.
“We can’t do this. Not here. Have you gone mad?”
But she doesn’t listen to me. Instead, she pushes herself up on to her tip toes and she presses her lips to mine. I try to push her off, but she won’t let it happen. She’s insistent this kiss is going to happen, and my weakness shines through when I let it happen and I mold in to her, enjoying every moment of the illicit kiss.
“You are too much,” I murmur between her lips. “You are going to get me in serious trouble here.”
“I know, but it’s worth it, isn’t it? To be with me.” She squeezes my butt. “It’s fun, isn’t it?”
I’m just about to agree, I can’t help myself, but before I do a voice tears through me, shaking me to the core, reminding me that the risk is higher than we could ever really think.
“Reece,” the Admiral cries out. “Do you know where the bathroom is? Sorry, I forgot to show you…”
Chapter Fourteen
Alexa
I press my fingers to my lips in an attempt to suppress my giggle. I can tell that my dad is still in the kitchen so there isn’t anything to worry about, but the way that the color drains from Reece’s cheeks is just too funny.
“Oh God,” I gasp out in a whisper. “Oops! Do you want me to show you to the bathroom?”
I try to hug him again, but this time he pushes me off like he really means it. “What are you doing?”
“What?” I shrug. “It’s fine, he’s just asking you a question. Answer it and you’ll be fine.”
He rakes his fingers through his hair and furrows his eyebrows. He’s over thinking this, which can only lead to trouble. We’ve managed to have so much fun so far because there hasn’t been anything to worry about. In the safety of his bedroom where there isn’t anyone around to see us, he’s let himself go. Not now. Not here.
This was a mistake, I think to myself sadly. I should have told him not to come for dinner.
“Er, yeah,” he cries out, unable to keep the shaking from his voice. “I’m fine, thank you.”
I press my hands to m
y hips and narrow my eyes at him. “There, problem solved.”
“No, the problem isn’t solved, is it? Because we’re still in this mess.”
“Mess? What do you mean, mess? You mean me and you?” That’s out of order. We aren’t a mess, are we? Sure, we might not be the most conventional, but I thought that was okay. “What do you mean by that?”
“I mean… well, yes. Me and you. It’s trouble, isn’t it? We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“What just because we almost get caught out one time?” I try my best to blow it off. “And we didn’t even nearly get caught out. My dad is still in the other room, so we’re all fine. What’s the problem?”
“The problem is…” He doesn’t even need to answer that question. The way that his eyes dart towards the kitchen tell me all that I need to know. He thinks more of my father than he does me.
“The problem is that you’re a coward,” I snap. “An absolute coward. Are you for real?”
“How does this not scare you? I don’t understand you, Alexa. You just seem so cold…”
“Cold? What the fuck are you talking about? I’m just having a good time with you. I thought you were too.”
“Well, this doesn’t feel like a good time to me. Is this fun for you right now?”
I throw my hands in the air in frustration. “Not when you’re in this mood, no. It’s very annoying.”
“Oh well, the last thing that I would want to do is annoy you.” The sarcasm drips off his tongue. “We have a real issue here, and it’s something that we need to sort out, sooner rather than later.”
Sooner rather than later. That can only mean one thing. He’s already looking for a way out. I’ve been whole heartedly throwing myself in to something that deep down I knew could only end badly. I’m a fool.