His fist in my hair. His lips against mine. I can barely feel my hands at I reach up to unbuckle his belt. I think they’re shaking, but with nerves or excitement, I can’t really tell.

It doesn’t matter. His tongue tastes good in my mouth as I tug his belt off, the metal ringing as it hits the floor. I can feel the zipper tug free before I pull his slacks down over his black briefs.

He pulls back, this delicious, cocky smirk on his lips. “This is incredibly inappropriate,” he whispers.

“Do you want me to stop?”

His fist tightens in my hair. “You’d better not. Don’t forget who your boss is.”

I laugh softly as I pull down his underwear, his cock swelling out, hard and huge. “You’re not my boss.”

“Not yet,” he says as I take him in my hands, stroking him slowly. “But I’m going to be.”

“I doubt it.” I open my mouth, taking him between my lips. He groans softly, hand still on my hair as I suck him hard, sliding up and down his shaft. He groans as I slide him into my throat, gagging softly and pulling back to look up at him.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, pulling my hair tight and holding me there.

His hard cock in my hand, I actually take a second to consider that question. Do I trust him? A couple of months ago, back before our trip, the answer would’ve been absolutely freaking not. But now?

“Yes,” I say softly. “And I don’t know why.”

“Yes, you do.” His hand tightens again and I gasp. “You know exactly why.”

“You respect me,” I hear myself say, almost from a distance. He grunts his pleasure as I keep stroking him, unable to stop myself.

“More than that,” he says softly.

“Shit.” His hand releases my hair. I lean forward again, taking his cock into my mouth with renewed intensity. He grunts and I feel both his hands weave their fingers into my hair as I suck him faster, tasting his salty precum on my tongue. I want to hear his groans in my ears, I want to lose myself completely.

This whole situation is beyond fucked. I should be blaming him, I should be so mad at him for dragging me away from this place on this stupid, useless trip… but I’m not.

I’m not angry with him at all. None of this is his fault, and really, he’s been trying to help me this whole time even if he has been doing it his own way. He’s the only one that’s really believed in what I’ve done, what I’ve built, and he’s been spending the last few weeks trying to convince total strangers over and over of what I’m worth.

Instead of convincing them, I think he’s been convincing me. I’ve always been a mess of insecurity, always wanting to impress everyone, prove my worth. Even though I put on this angry, tough exterior, I’m really just as desperate and fucked up as anyone else.

He’s the first person to see through my shit and to really care, despite everything, despite me trying hard to push him away. Despite the baby growing inside of me.

He pulls back, his cock leaving my mouth with a slick pop as I look up and he leans down to kiss me, fingers gripping my hair again. I stand, pushing him back against the filing cabinet behind him as I press my body against his, needing him so bad. He enfolds me, practically twice my size as his strong arms reach down to lift my skirt up. He grabs the hem of my panties and he tugs it down, turning me so that my ass goes up against the cold metal cabinet. He drops to his knees, pulling my panties off all the way and tossing them aside.

He spreads my legs, tonguing my pussy the way that he does, the way that drives me crazy. I groan, feeling his hair under my fingers as he works my pussy, lapping me up, licking me in delicious and intense circles. I groan, head tipped back slightly, and he keeps going, fingers sliding inside of me.

“Fuck, girl,” he grunts as I let out a little moan. “This is dangerous.”

“I know.” I shake my head, hair spilling all around. “If we get caught, we’re done.”

He smirks and grabs my hips, spinning me around. I put my hands flat against the cabinet as he bites my ass hard, one finger teasing my tight ass.

“But you’re so goddamn tasty,” he says. “I think it’s a good risk.”

“Aaron,” I groan. “Come on. We shouldn’t mess around.”

“You start this, and now you want to stop it?” His finger slides inside my ass as he bites me again. “I don’t think so.”

He pulls his finger back and tongues me. “Holy shit,” I gasp. “What are you doing?”

He smirks, tonguing my tight hole. “I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

I let out a soft grunt. I’ve never had a man lick my ass before but it feels… good. Weirdly good. I thought it would be disgusting, but I actually really like it. He laughs at my expression and goes back to work, tonguing me in circles, teasing me with his finger, and biting my soft, pale skin.

He pulls back suddenly and gets to his feet. I go to turn around but he stops me, moving me to the side and pinning me against the wall. I grunt as I feel his cock press up against my pussy, teasing me with his massive girth. “You know I’d taste every single inch of your body, right?” he whispers in my ear. “Every single inch. There’s not a part of you I’d run away from.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Yes, I do.” He teases my ass against with his finger. “Every part of you is mine, Riley. I need it all.”

“No,” I whisper.

He presses me tighter against the wall. “Yes.” His breath is hot, insistent against my neck, and I know I can’t hold out any longer.

I moan as his cock presses against me, slowly sliding inside. “Yes,” I groan. “Fuck, yes, Aaron.”

He grunts and presses himself deep inside of me in one easy stroke. I’m so soaking wet that it’s like nothing for his massive cock to push inside me and spread me wide open. I can smell him as his body presses against mine, pinning me to the wall. Seafoam and dirt and rain. He grabs one wrist and pins it behind my back.

There’s nothing gentle or beautiful about the way he fucks me, and that’s exactly what I want. It’s rough and fast and dirty, his lips against mine over my shoulder, his cock buried deep between my legs as he pulls my one wrist behind my back and pins the other against the wall. I’m enfolded, dominated, controlled, and it’s taking all my willpower to stop myself from screaming out my moans with wild abandon.

I have to keep myself under control. I may hate this place right now but I really would rather not get caught having sex at work, especially not with Aaron. Things are confused and messed up enough with him without adding that on top of everything else.

His cock thrusts deep and I groan, biting it back after a moment. He smirks at me, releasing the arm behind my back and cupping my chin, pulling my face back toward him.

“You want to moan right now, don’t you?” he whispers. “You want to scream my fucking name. I’m not being gentle.”

“Don’t be gentle,” I whisper, grunting, sweating slightly, wiggling my ass against him.

He laughs softly. “I know what you like, Riley. I know how badly you need it deep and rough. You want me to control your little body and I’m more than happy to give you what you want.”

“That’s not what I want,” I groan as he thrusts harder inside of me, tightening his hand on my chin.

“Liar,” he says. “You love having this pussy beaten the fuck up. You want to limp after all this, sweating and spent. You want to go hoarse as you scream my fucking name. Face it, Riley. You’re filthy, and this is all you want.”

I gasp as he releases my chin and slaps my ass. I stare at him, wide-eyed. It makes a loud noise, but he only grins at me and slaps again, hitting harder, thrusting deeper and rougher. Pleasure overtakes me, pure and intense and unbridled.

I jerk my back, riding his cock as he fucks me, needing every single inch of his massive, thick member. He grips my hips and rails into me as I put my hands flat against the wall for leverage. I push back harder and harder, pleasure blooming and growing inside of me, and I know I’m close. I pull up the neck of my blouse into my mouth, biting down onto it to keep from screaming out as the orgasm rips through me. I can only imagine his cocky grin as he fucks me through it, unrelenting, unapologetic. The orgasm is so intense my legs go weak, and his arms are there, holding me up against him, moving with me in grinding slow motions.

“Fucking hell,” I gasp. “Oh my god. I think I might pass out.”

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he whispers. “I’m not through with you.”

I feel him fucking me faster again and I groan, but I bite it back as he covers my mouth with one hand. He fucks me deep and rough again, not holding back anymore, taking me like a damn animal. It feels so good until he pulls back, groaning. I drop to my knees just as he’s coming. I manage to get it mostly in my mouth, although a thick drop lands on my cheek. I take him into my throat and swallow every drop, trying to make sure he doesn’t make too much of a mess.

When he’s finished, I pull back and wipe the drip of cum from my cheek, putting my fingers in my mouth as he watches. I can tell he likes it as he pulls me to my feet and kisses me, slow and deep. This is so stupid, so reckless, and I just can’t make myself care anymore.

Because it feels so damn good. Everything about him is built to entice me, make me feel incredible. From the cut of his suit to his dirty, cocky words in my ear, everything drives me insane. As much as I want to keep hating him, I know he’s wearing down my walls.

And that makes things even more complicated. I’m still pregnant, and he still wants this baby. If I let myself fall for this, what happens then? Am I going to become a mom after all, even if that’s not something I’ve ever wanted?

It’d be easy to sit there and worry, but I don’t let myself. Instead, I fall into his kiss, trusting him to do what needs doing.