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SEAL Me Daddy by Ashlee Price (53)


 

I felt the same way I had when I was offered the job a couple of days before. But this time, I was not going to assume that I had misheard him. In fact, I knew for certain that I had heard him correctly, and that was making me nervous. The dark look in his grey eyes was hard to ignore. I knew then what he wanted. It was what he had always wanted since I had met him. Could I really do such a thing?

His hand patted his thick thigh and I groaned inwardly. I knew that I should walk away. The man was obviously crazy, and if I didn’t get out of there right now, there was no telling where it was all going to lead. I was nervous, but the part of me that felt drawn to him was not doing much more than screaming out for him. I wanted to sit on his lap. More than that, I wanted Jerold’s hands on me. I wanted him to fulfill the promise that his eyes were making me.

Walking towards him slowly, I almost stopped at the look of satisfaction on his face. It was clear to me that he was pleased with my obedience. The thought made my heart pound in my chest, and I wondered if this was what my mother meant when she had talked about being submissive to a man. But Jerold wasn’t just a man, he was my boss. I knew that he had started something that was going to change everything.

As soon as I was within his reach, Jerold pulled me the rest of the way down to his lap. I could feel a hardness underneath me. I was off center and felt like I was going to lose it right there. As I tried to situate myself, Jerold’s hands stopped me. I looked back at him and swallowed hard at the stern look in his eyes. My movement seemed to have caused him some distress, but there was nothing I wanted to do more than keep wriggling. Something told me not to, though, something in the way that he held me with such a tight grip, and something in the need that I could feel throbbing underneath me.

I settled down and he asked me to try some of the food on the plate. I didn’t want to – my mind was on anything else but food right then – but he finally got a couple of forkfuls into my mouth. It was erotic in some way, even if I hadn’t been sitting on his lap. I was feeling more comfortable like that, which was strange to even think about. How could I feel at home on my boss’s lap? I shouldn’t, of course, but I did anyways.

Leaning forward to retrieve the fork, I did the same for him, my eyes meeting his. I wished then that they hadn’t. Shivering at the look on his face, I could feel my face burning and I wondered if it was as red and hot as it felt.

“Do I make you uncomfortable, Nicola?”

I shook my head before I could think, and he gave a surprised chuckle I could feel vibrating off of me. The timbre in his voice made me tremble and moved the hardness underneath me. I closed my eyes at the feel of it. I hated that he was affecting me in such a way, yet Jerold didn’t seem to be bothered at all. He was far too comfortable with an employee on his lap for my taste.

“I would have preferred a real chair, sir, but I’m learning to make do.”

His face changed. The smile was gone almost as quickly and easily as it had come.

“Then why are you on my lap, Nicola?”

“Because you insisted, Jerold.”

The hands that had held me around my waist moved off of me quickly. I felt an immediate loss; I would have given anything to get them back. Jerold picked me up a little and set me down next to his chair. I turned around to see if he was mad, but he seemed to be more confused than angry.

“Is there anything else, sir?”

His jaw clenched, and now there was a flash of anger in his eyes. “Run away, Nicola, but you will be back. And then we can finish what we started.”

I nodded my head and got out of there as quickly as I could manage. There was no question what he meant by the last part of his comment. He was not talking about the lunch that was still on his plate. He was talking about something else altogether.

Before I was tempted to stay, I left the room, forgetting to clear the rest of the dishes out of the way. There was no way that I was going back to him, though; they would just have to sit there until I regained control of myself.

Returning to the floor below and entering the kitchen, I was starting to think that I understood it all. The kitchen had been finished just a few days before and it still smelled new in there. It seemed like too much of a coincidence. I thought back to the first time he had called me by my name. He had known what it was, and I hadn’t had my name tag on. I had looked down and realized that I didn’t have it on. I couldn’t seem to remember it, and the rest of my uniform had been just as incomplete.

I cleaned up and tried to keep my mind on other things. A few people came down and had me make them something, but all in all, the afternoon was rather slow. My contract stated that I was supposed to be there until five, but by four o’clock I was getting bored. I figured it was time that I went back upstairs to clean up after Jerold’s lunch. I had put it off long enough and I knew I had to go back and face him before I lost my nerve and left him up there with the dirty dishes.

Boarding the elevator, my hands were shaky as I pushed the button to go up. Part of me wanted to keep going from where we had left off, but another part of me hoped that I wouldn’t have to see him again. It was hard to be around him, and I was pretty sure that I would just make an idiot of myself.

When I got up there, I was more than a little happy that I didn’t see Jerold anywhere. The dishes had been stacked back on the table and there was a note that had my name on it. I was too afraid to read it right then, so I folded it into my hand and grabbed the dishes. I needed to get out of there before he got back and I was stuck with him in the office. It was a huge room, but with Jerold looking at me, it had felt like the walls were closing in on me.

I was almost surprised when I got out of there without seeing him. I felt like I had escaped without being stopped, and that was as good as it was going to get. Scurrying back downstairs, I wasn’t really breathing right until I was back in the kitchen and I could see it was the end of the day. The weekend was calling to me and I was looking forward to some time off. But more than anything, I was ready to face another family dinner, now that I had a real job that they could be proud of.