Crossing the Line Page 17

  “You know that’s confidential, right?” Aden’s voice makes me jump in his seat. Whoops, I’ve been caught. He closes the door and makes his way towards me, slowly, stalking me as if I’m his prey. My heart rate spikes at the look in his eye. Oh he’s not mad…

  I drop the file and stand up. I should say something, but my mind is blank. I’ve forgotten what I’ve done and pretty much everything else too – I’m sure I have a name.

  “Bend over the desk,” he says, still stalking his way closer.

  I deadpan. “Excuse me?” I don’t know what he’s on right now, but if he thinks he’s hitting me I’m punching him in the face. Children get spanked – or they did when it wasn’t so frowned upon. Adults talk, shout and/or fuck it out.

  He laughs, eyes glittering with amusement. “I don’t mean like that. I’m going to take you from behind. Bend over.”

  I gulp as hot lava pools in my belly. “Oh. Well that’s okay then.” That is definitely okay. I walk to the front of his desk, bend over and look back at him. Right so this is a little awkward. I mean I’m pretty comfortable with him, but still, a bit awkward. He doesn’t seem to think so; a bulge is quickly forming trousers that are soon yanked down.

  I turn back around and my pulse races. I quite like it when he’s bossy too. Biting my lip, I close my eyes and wait. He’s behind me; I can feel him even though he’s not touching me yet. My heart flutters. He’s making me wait. I’m way more stubborn than you, buddy, so don’t even try that one.

  “Amelie,” he whispers, finally placing his hands on my hips, running them lightly down and over my butt. He’s also got another thing coming if he thinks he’s going in there. Apparently it’s enjoyable. I’m not convinced.

  His hands find the bottom of my skirt, and he pulls it up. I squirm, feeling both beyond turned on and vulnerable at the same time. I want to hide away, but he presses his still covered erection against me, and I feel a thrill go through me that I can do that to him – just by bending over!

  I grip the edge of the desk as he moves again. I don’t look back; it’s somehow hotter not knowing what he’s doing. When I hear something drop to the floor, and then a ripping sound all the air leaves my lungs – his boxers are off and a condom is on.

  I’m panting as his hands place back on my hips. This time I know he’s armed! He rubs his cock against my folds, teasing, and I gasp, tilting my head back. “Aden,” I moan breathlessly, pushing back. He enters me a centimetre but pulls back quickly. “What’re you waiting for?” I growl.

  He chuckles and his voice is hoarse. He sounds as turned on as I am so why is he waiting? I’m like a coil, wound tight and ready to spring, and he’s playing games. “I love it when you’re like this.”

  “What, unsatisfied?” The words barely leave my mouth before he plunges deep inside me. Fuck. I cry out. That wasn’t the right thing to say, or maybe it was.

  He grips hold of me tight and slams into me relentlessly. I push back, and my body is pure sensation. He’s deeper with this position, and it’s maddening. His breathing is harsher, matching mine. I moan as he tilts his hips back slightly and the angle makes him hit something inside me that causes my toes to curl, and my body to tighten so deliciously I never want him to stop.

  “You’re so hot,” he growls, leaning over me and unbuttoning my blouse. His hand slips into my bra and he tugs my nipple, breathing loudly in my ear. Hearing how turned on he is makes my knees weaken.

  “Aden,” I whimper, pressing my forehead to the table and biting my lip to try to absorb some of the pleasure. I feel his desperation in every wild, needy thrust, and it’s the first time I feel like he needs me. I love it. I love him, and I love how he makes me feel.

  Shit this isn’t going to take long at all. Every muscle in my groin clenches around him. My pulse raves. I pant harder, faster as he pushes me towards that familiar flying feeling I get right before I erupt. “Aden,” I hiss, and my mind goes blank. When he’s inside me everything else disappears. He makes me forget everything and all that matters is us.

  “Fuck, Millie!” That’s my undoing. I come explosively, crying out his name, and he follows right after, pressing himself into me as deep as he’ll go and stilling.

  “So what were you doing with the confidential files anyway?” he asks as he slips out of me. We’re really back to the day so quickly?

  I turn, pulling my skirt down as he pulls off the condom and throws it in the bin. He looks up with a satisfied but still hungry smile, and I just worry that he won’t change that bin liner before the cleaners come.

  “I wasn’t planning on posting the information on Facebook, Aden. I don’t know a lot about how things are done here. I just wanted to understand how things work.”

  He pulls on his boxers and trousers. “It’s not a problem, but you need to keep the door closed when you look through that stuff. Why do you think it’s kept in a locked cabinet?”

  “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

  He shakes his head and sits on the desk. He’s right beside me and smiling as if he’s just won the lottery. “It’s fine. I’m glad you’re making the effort to get to grips with all aspects of the business. You should know all this stuff.”

  “Why do you keep these?” I ask, pointing to the rejected file.

  “So we know who we’ve rejected and why.”

  “Would you turn someone down if they submitted again?”

  “That depends. If they’ve improved and worked on the things needed to, I might give them a chance.”

  “It’s a pretty mean business.”

  He shrugs. “It’s also makes people’s dreams come true.”

  “Corny.”

  “But true. So, anything else you want to know?”

  “Everything.”

  He gets up and takes my hand, pulling me around the desk. We sit down, and I go for my own chair but he pulls me on his lap, resting his chin on my shoulder, kissing my hair and inhaling. I look at the screen so he won’t see my massive smile. “Sit with me today and see what happens.” With you or on you? “Samia will be in soon with today’s post; there’ll probably be a few submissions there, but first we need to go through my emails.” He scrunches his nose up.

  “You don’t like that?”

  He kisses my shoulder and replies, “I don’t like the volume. I get more and more every day, and I don’t like to leave the less idiotic ones without a reply. I think I’ll have to make a couple admin positions soon.” He should; he’s been doing so much himself.

  “Wait Samia is due in any minute, and you didn’t think to lock the door?” My eyes widen. She could have caught us!

  “She always knocks.”

  “Oh well that’s okay then! Jesus she could have seen us at it on your desk.”

  “Amelie, I’ve lost count of the amount of times we’ve had sex in my office, and this is the first time you’ve said anything about being caught.”

  “Yes but you’ve never been expecting anyone before!” He laughs. Laughs as if I’m the one being silly! I take a deep breath, discouraged. “Alright just show me how your empire runs and maybe throw something over that condom.”

  He picks out a wad of tissue from a box in his drawer and dumps it in the bin. “Satisfied now?” Oh you have no idea. I press my legs together to stop the throbbing between my legs as I think about what we were doing just few minutes ago. “I’ll empty it in a minute anyway. Kiss me.” I do.

  After a couple hours of listening to submission tapes and dealing with the endless emails, I’m exhausted and in need of a break. I’m back on my own chair because I’m really trying to concentrate and take all of this in and his constant neck and shoulder kisses were very distracting.

  Aden is beaming. If I’d known how happy it would make him that I took an added interest in the whole business rather than just my job, I’d have done it sooner. I love to see him smile and talk so passionately his whole face lights up.

  “You ready to stop for lunch?” he asks, swivelling his chair to face
me.

  I nod. My stomach is craving food, and I’m starting to feel a little delicate from drinking last night again. “Yes. What do you fancy?”

  He narrows his eyes playfully and then he raises one eyebrow. “You.”

  “Good one, Aden. What do you want to eat?” His smirk widens and he grabs my chair, pulling me closer to him. His breath blows across my face, making my heart skip a beat. I gulp as everything south jumps to attention.

  “Remove your skirt. Now,” he grows. His voice is thick with lust and sends a volt of electricity straight down south. My stomach does a flip. I immediately stand and yank the skirt down, stepping out of it.

  Aden drops from his chair in front of me, gulps and runs his hands up the outside of my thighs. I close my eyes as his fingertips glide over my skin. This is too much already. Just knowing what he’s going to do is enough to get my pulse racing.

  He groans, hooks his fingers over my thong and slowly slides it down. I keep my eyes closed, and his touch is magnified. My inner walls clench. What’s taking him so long? His lips brush the inside of my leg, and I gasp. The soft trail of kisses continues until he reaches the top of my legs. I grip his shoulders and bite my lip, stifling a moan. I know what he’s about to do, and the waiting is killing me.

  His tongue is suddenly on me and he flicks my clitoris a few times before slowing down and circling. My toes curl, and I grip his hair with one hand and the other on the desk. I’m pretty sure when I come my legs are going to give out.

  His hand leaves my thigh, and I feel his finger parting my folds as his tongue continues it relentless torture. My mouth falls open, and I thrust my hips to his rhythm, wanting, needing more. He knows I’m close he slips finger inside me, curling it, finding the right spot. My fingers tug harder at his hair.

  “Aden,” I pant and squeeze my eyes closed, arching my back. He flattens his tongue, grinding it against me hard, and I come in a rush, calling out his name. “Jesus,” I hiss as he kisses the inside of my thigh and slips his finger out. Wow.

  Aden stands, pulling me with him and wraps his arms around me. If he wasn’t holding me, I’m sure my legs would have given out by now. I kiss his neck. “You should do that every hour.”

  He chuckles, and it’s strained. “Yeah?” I would love that. “Food or can I have my wicked way with you now?”

  I pull back and smiled as I reach down for his belt. He groans. “I’m going to have my wicked way with you. Sit down, Mr Ford.” I give him no time to sit; instead I push him back onto his posh leather chair. His lips part and he hisses through his teeth.

  “You’re going to-”

  “Make you come with my mouth, yes.” I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth. He groans, tilting his hips. He is first man in my blowjob history that I like the taste of. Now I’m not about to demand an ice cream in the flavour, but it’s not at all unpleasant. Maybe because I love him, I don’t know.

  “Shit, Millie.” His groan of pleasure spurs me on, and I suck harder. He’s panting harshly as his hand finds my hair and he gives it a little tug. It’s hot. I stop sucking and lick from base to tip, flicking my tongue over his head, which makes him hiss fuck.

  I love it, making him feel like that, watching him come undone as he fights not to let go too quickly. “Stop,” he barks and lifts me up. I have no time to react before he pushes me against the wall behind us and clamps his mouth over mine. I taste us both and throb at how erotic it is.

  My underwear is shoved aside, and he pushes into me suddenly. I wrap my legs around his waist a moan into his shoulder as I bite down. “I can’t get enough,” he whispers, banging me into he wall with each sharp thrust. My lower back will ache tomorrow, but right now I don’t care. He’s lost, and it’s so hot.

  I tighten around him. Blood is scorching hot and screaming through my veins. I have never wanted anyone more than I want him. I know we’re at the beginning of our relationship, but I hope this level of need never ends.

  “Aden, please,” I say, whimpering as a wildfire spreads through my whole body. His fingers dig into my skin the way I love so much and he grunts, thrusting harder and deeper. I erupt, clinging to him and calling out his name. He follows, slamming his mouth on mine and kissing me hard.

  I’m curled in Aden’s naked lap, smiling contently. “You’re very distracting, Amelie. I’ve been wanting to do that all morning.”

  “You can do that anytime. I really don’t mind.”

  His chest rocks me as he chuckles. “Which part?”

  Hmm his mouth or him being inside me? “Both,” I reply.

  “I thought so.” He shifts and I take the hint, sitting up. “Lunch now?”

  I nod eagerly. All the activity has made me so hungry that my stomach is practically eating itself, but my legs feel like jelly, and I’m not sure if I can walk without it looking like I’ve just been fucked. And the just fucked walk is too similar to the I’ve really gotta go walk.

  We pull up at Aden’s so I can pick my car up. “You want to stay tonight?” he asks.

  “I want to, but I shouldn’t.” I’m already going to get a million questions from Isabel. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” His biteable bottom lip sticks out in a pout.

  “Stay, Millie. Please.”

  I love that he doesn’t want me to leave. It’s nice to know he feels the same way I do. Those women that want to be around their boyfriend all the time used to annoy me. Now I know how it feels. “You not had enough of me yet?”

  He shakes his head slowly, undressing me with his eyes. “No. I need more.”

  Wow, he needs more. I blink in shock for a second. I don’t think anyone has ever needed or wanted more time with me before. I squirm under that gaze that I know means I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.

  I lick my lips. “Okay.”

  A perfect, genuine smile creeps over his face, and I melt. As much as I love his smirk and that cheeky grin, I love his proper smile more. “Good. Come on I’ll order us some dinner and we can watch a film.” Watch a film? Is that code for putting the TV on, so we don’t feel like sex maniacs while we do it on the sofa or does he really just want to watch something?

  After inhaling Chinese food Aden leaves me sitting on the sofa to find a film. He has Netflix and Sky Movies so why is he going out to find a DVD? Unless there is no DVD and he’s planning on surprising me naked? I bet he’s chuckling to himself while he undresses, thinking about seeing my shocked face.

  Well, two can play that game, Mr Ford.

  I leap up and strip out of my clothes at lightening speed. My heart is pounding, and I find myself chuckling about seeing his shocked face as we stand face to face with our goodies on show. I lie on the sofa and try to look sexy, resting my head on my hand.

  Aden’s footsteps get closer, and I try not to laugh. The door creaks open, and I look up through my eyelashes. Aden’s eyes bulge, and so do mine. He’s standing fully dressed, holding a fucking DVD. Crap. He actually meant he wants to watch a film and not he wants to make like bunnies.

  My mouth drops open, and my face burst into flames. Oh no. “Um.”

  “Um?” he prompts, smirking his sexy arse off. “What did you think was going to happen in here, Millie?” He knows full-fucking-well what I thought was going to happen – the bastard.

  “Nothing,” I mumble, reaching for my clothes.

  “No, no, no, don’t get dressed. I prefer your plan.” He throws the DVD onto the sofa beside him and in one swift movement pulls his trousers down.

  The last two weeks have officially been the best of my life. Me and Aden are more serious now, and I love knowing we’re exclusive and that we still can’t keep our hands off each other. We’ve spent practically every night together at his place. Mum knows something is going on, just not who it is with.

  Aden is due over for another get him with Isabel dinner any minute. They haven’t seen each other since the last dinner where I her told her all about his company. He’s promised me he’ll speak to h
er if she is still under the illusion that something is going to happen between them. I think he’s hoping she’ll get the hint because that conversation will be very awkward and he’s friendly with my family.

  I smooth down my dress and try to hide my excitement of seeing him again. How can you spend almost every single day and night with someone and not want to punch them in the face? Surely I should be getting annoyed at him for leaving the toilet seat up by now? I’m honestly not, though.

  “Amelie, please come down for dinner,” Dad calls through my door. “Aden has just pulled into the driveway.”

  I squeal quietly like a little girl and run to the door. Dad is gone. How quickly can that man move? Aden is just walking in the house as I walk down the stairs. His eyes find mine and a smile tugs at his lips. He’s wearing grey trousers and a light blue shirt, dressing down slightly but still looking respectable in my parents’ eyes.

  “Hello, Aden.” Isabel swings her hips as she moves towards him. Slut.

  “Isabel,” he replies and gives him a flirty smile.

  This is really going too far now. I can tell from his tight return smile, he knows it too. He is going to have to have that conversation. I don’t want Isabel to put everything into getting Aden when it isn’t going to happen. It’s not fair to anyone.

  Mum leads us through to the dining room, and I take a seat opposite Aden, with Isabel at his side, of course. Oliver is here tonight, sitting next to me and already drinking a brandy.

  “Evening,” he says in my ear.

  “What’re you doing here?”

  “I have work in the morning, so I’m joining Samantha and the boys in Jersey tomorrow afternoon. Wine?”

  “Definitely,” I reply, handing him my glass.

  “So, Aden, how’s work?” Isabel asks, smiling up through her eyelashes.

  I want to throw something at her. I take my frustration out on the new potatoes, picturing her head as I jam my fork into them roughly. Out of the corner of my eye I see Aden try to get my attention but watching your sister flirt with your boyfriend isn’t an easy thing to watch.