His hand drops mine over his pants where his cock strains the material. I squeeze, my arms outstretched and pulled, but not willing to give up the sensation of him against my palm."That's all for you. No one else." His finger circles my opening, using my underwear as a barrier.That's it. I'm giving up underwear. Who needs them when I can have direct access to Vincent without them?"Maybe I don't want it," I say trying to play hard to get.His finger slips past my underwear and grazes my lips. "Your body says otherwise.""What are you going to do about it?" I push my legs together again, but his hands are already too far to make any difference. Plus he can't quit now. I want him to somehow ease the hurt in my heart.Vincent's eyes twinkle when he answers. "I'm going to lick you until you scream, then I'll fill you up with so much cum it will drip out of you for days."Thump, thump goes my heart. "Is that so?"He snaps my underwear, my clit zinging with the sudden sensa
After the crazy of Monday, I welcome a calm Tuesday tucked in behind my cubicle walls. As a marketing assistant, my job is to fill out the boring reports, make copies as needed, and do the other crap jobs no one else wants. Only when you have years of experience as a grunt do you get to attend the fun design meetings and come up with new ideas and advertisements.Still, as I sneak a peek at all the marketing leaders seated around the conference room table on the opposite end of the floor, I can't wait until the day I join their ranks. My lazy daydream ends as Levi walks past my cubicle. I spin in my chair, preparing to greet the one equal I have on this floor. Technically he's been in marketing a few weeks longer than I have, but we're closer than anyone else."Hi, Levi."His steps slow and he turns his head, giving me a most vile look like having to share air with me disgusts him. His steps pick up once he passes my cubicle, and he walks into Marissa's cubicle where the two of t
In the elevator I use the card to access the back door of the elevator, which takes me into Vincent's private office. As soon as she sees me, Vincent's assistant Amy smiles and stands from her desk. At least someone's happy when I'm around and will not hold Vincent's letter against me. Hopefully."Vincent didn't say you were coming," she says, her smile falling a touch."I didn't warn him. Can I go in and talk to him?" There's no point yelling at her. She's only doing her job. It's not Amy's fault she works for an overstepping, demanding ogre.Any's face pales. "Well, he's in a really important meeting and doesn't want to be disturbed for any reason." Her reaction is suspect. Why would she be concerned if it were a regular contract deal?"Important meeting with whom?" Some things I trust Vincent explicitly about and some I don't.Cheating? Sure, we're okay in that department. I don't have to worry. But making a kind a crazy decision behind my back that will greatly alter my l
Not disturbed by my words, Vincent takes his seat again, leaning back in his chair and smiling. "Is that so?""This is serious, Vincent. The least you could do is pretend to be shocked or upset or worried about what I am going to say.""I agree. Give me everything you've got." His dumb smirk kicks up a notch.Ugh, why is he so sexy when he's cocky and why does he constantly leave me feeling like a small child when I'm in his presence? I'm not an adolescent having a temper tantrum. I'm a legitimately pissed-off woman. This is what I get for trying to date a man who runs a billion-dollar company and could negotiate a better price for water in the desert.I stand next to the chair Rachel just vacated but refuse to sit and share the space she had her butt on. "I read your email."His smile grows. He knows exactly why I'm here. "Did you find it informative?""Vincent," I say leaning over his desk, trying to get into his space and intimidate him. As expected, it doesn't work. His
At promptly 3:50 p.m. the same afternoon Vincent opens the car door in front of Lansing Pediatrics and OBGYN Center.I follow him out and stop right outside the door before Davis can close it, leaving me without an escape.As if he senses what I'm planning, he smiles and pats me on the back. "Good luck, Miss Marshal." He gives me a quick wink and I promise to yell at him about calling me Mackenzie later.Vincent, probably concerned we're late even though are still ten minutes early, holds my hand as we walk up the steps to the office. "It'll be fine."I want to trust his words, but I'm still worried. What if everything is not okay? Now that the baby is real, what if there isn't a baby in me? What if something has happened? I gently place a hand on my stomach that isn't showing any signs of pregnancy. What if they don't find a heartbeat?Vincent walks right up to the check-in window, his back held straight ever sure of himself even as I'm crumbling apart beside him. He checks
Thirty minutes later as we're walking out of the doctor's office Vincent repeats his earlier statement, clutching my hand and guiding me on the steps as if I'm having trouble walking."We're really having a baby?" he asks, showing the first sign of his raging emotions over the situation emotion. "Me? I'm going to be a dad.""Are you sure about this?" I ask, picking up on his apprehension. This is the first time Vincent has shown any doubt since we walked into the doctor's office. He was so sure of everything and asked the doctor a million questions while I sat beside him completely stunned.He stops at the side the town car as Davis opens the back door, waiting for us to get in to the vehicle. "I've never been surer of anything in my life," he says placing a soft kiss against my lips.I wait until we're in the car and Davis is walking around the front before I ask my question. "Then why did you run?"He gives me a look that I can't quite put my finger on as Davis gets in and
"Are you nervous?" Vincent asks as I pace the living room with the phone held in front of me, the screen still black.I stop my circle to frown at him. "Yes, obviously."How much money does this man make? He can't figure out calling my parents and telling them I'm pregnant and getting married is the most terrifying thing I've done. Shit, I have to tell them I'm dating Vincent first. I'd rather sky dive with a semi-working parachute than make this call.My stomach is tight and I clutch the phone hard, the soft plastic case rolling in my hand.He leaves his space by the kitchen island to invade my bubble in the living room. "Do you want me to talk to them?" Vincent reaches for the phone, but I pull it back and out of his reach.Hell no. I haven't forgotten how he told his mother. We can't shout it out to mine in the same fashion. She needs a delicate approach. Time to smooth it over before I drop the bomb on her."No, I'm going to do it," I say, still holding the phone away f
"Mom!"There's a pointed silence for only a second, but it's filled with so many unsaid words from years past. "We just talked yesterday, Kens. I'm sorry, sweetie, but your copy assistant job in marketing is not that exciting."Ouch. "I'm not a copy assistant, Mom. I said I make copies sometimes.""Well regardless, I'm sure you didn't call me to wow me with your adventures to the printer, so tell me what's happened."Okay, this is it. I have to tell her now. She's primed for it.Deep breath."You're right. I called because I have big news." I'll start at the bottom of the list and work my way higher. "Vincent and I are dating."My mother gasps. "That's fantastic news. I'm so glad you two finally figured it out. We've been waiting."My mouth falls open. "What?""Oh, Mackenzie, don't be daft. We all saw it. That man is smitten with you."I press the phone to my ear harder so Vincent doesn't hear her. I'll never live it down. From the way the smug smirk on his face gro