How to Have Your Boss's Secret Baby - London Casey Page 0,60

move, I smiled and put the papers in front of my stomach.

Last thing Cole needed was for Mr. Pickle to see me pregnant and then start connecting the dots to a certain date - night - where we were all together.

“There she is,” Mr. Pickle said to me. “My second favorite secretary.”

“Just your second?” I asked.

Mr. Pickle got way too close to me. “My first favorite blows me at the end of every single day. Care to compete?”

I swallowed hard. “I’ll take second place for now.”

“Damn,” Mr. Pickle said.

He winked and walked away.

Cole stood in his office, arms crossed.

Pissed off.

I entered his office and reached out with the paper. “This is the pro-”

I had no idea why but my hand opened before Cole could reach for the papers.

They fell to the floor and scattered all around.

“Dammit,” I whispered.

Pregnancy brain.

“Real nice, Maya,” Cole said. “I bet the pages aren’t even numbered. I told you to number things. And where’s the damn folder?”

I took a deep breath.

“Clean this up,” Cole said. “I don’t need another goddamn mess in my office right now.”

Cole walked to his desk and slammed his left hand down to it.

I didn’t say a word.

I crouched down and started to clean up the papers.

They weren’t too far out of order, which was good.

When I collected them back in the correct order, I put them on Cole’s desk.

“Anything else?” I asked.

“Share a ride out of here in about an hour?” Cole offered.

“Of course,” I said.

“Good.” There was a pause for a second. “Go find me something to drink, Maya.”

Cole shut the door to the apartment and lunged for me.

Just as I lunged for him.

I jumped into his arms and we started to kiss.

“Wait,” I said. I pulled away. “You were an asshole to me today.”

“I had a bad day,” he said.

We kissed again.

He started to walk toward the bedroom.

“You… yelled… at… me…”

Each word coming in between kisses.

Cole moved his lips to my neck. I put my head back and sighed.

“You didn’t listen to me,” he said. “And it was a shit day. Deal with it.”

He took me to the bedroom and I put my feet to the floor.

I grabbed for his tie and yanked on it.

He pulled the tie back, loosened it and took it off.

“Was it because of the meeting with Mr. Pickle?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Cole said as he began to unbutton his shirt. I stepped forward and smacked his hands out of the way to do it myself. His hands went for my ass, playing. “He’s fucking messing around with the deal now. It was all there ready to be signed. Now it’s not.”

“What happened?” I asked as I slid his shirt off.

His white undershirt was next.

I clawed at the thing like it was on fire.

“Are we really doing this again?” Cole asked.

His hands moved to the bottom of my shirt and he stopped.

“Doing what?” I asked.

“We argue all day at work and then come home and fuck. And talk about work while we fuck.”

“That’s our thing, Cole,” I said. “Deal with it.”

Cole lifted my shirt and I put my arms up for him.

He always looked at my belly after he took my shirt off.

There was still a big part of me that felt so self-conscious about it. I mean, there was no stopping my stomach getting bigger. It was supposed to happen.

I was pregnant. Duh.

His eyes moved to my chest, I reached back and unsnapped my bra.

He opened his pants and shoved them down, boxers too, his amazing cock hanging free, already mostly hard.

Before my bra hit the floor, Cole moved toward me, cupping my breasts, kissing me.

I put my head back and stared at the ceiling.

I never appreciated the infatuation with boobs until I realized what Cole could do with his tongue. Maybe it was the pregnancy thing and my body being extra sensitive, but what he did to my nipples sent signals right between my legs. I swore two days ago I came because of him kissing my breasts and nipples.

Cole pulled away with a wet kissing sound. “He’s not sure of some of the financials. He thinks they’re inflated.”

I reached forward and grabbed Cole’s cock with both my hands. My right hand gripping tight at his thick root. My other hand freely traveling up and down his amazing size and girth.

“Fuck him then,” I said. “He’s being a greedy prick,”

“No shit, love,” Cole said.

He opened my pants and slipped his right hand down the front.

He curled around my mound, his fingertips pressing against wet