Page 40 of Rude Boss' Secret Baby
I couldn’t abate the growl that worked its way through my lips. “The things you do to me.”
Then, she pressed her hand over my clothed, engorged dick. “Why don’t you tell me the things I do to you, Mr. Cataline.”
I blinked. “What if I show you instead?”
In the blink of an eye, all thoughts of the food were gone. All thoughts of planning this business trip and hashing out details of this new rental station fell from the forefront of my mind. I gripped Leslie’s hair and whipped her around, hearing her gasp as I bent her over my desk. I kicked open her legs with my foot as her pencil skirt rolled up the backs of her thighs, exposing a lovely excess I wanted to mark with my teeth. My hand fell away from her hair. I grabbed at her skirt, shoving it up the rest of the way until her dampened panties came into view.
I wasted no time in pulling my dick out, stroking it as her ass pressed back toward me.
Until a piercing sound filled the room and stopped us in our tracks.
“Shit, that’s Suri. Can you hand me my purse?” Leslie asked.
I took all of the strength I had to pull away from her glorious body long enough to root around for it. I tossed it onto my desk and massaged her ass cheeks, pulling them apart to take a peek at her puckered, virginal asshole. The idea of her lovely curves tightening around me while those things jiggled for my viewing pleasure made my cock leak with a need for her. I licked my lips, thinking of all the ways we could make room for our delivered dinner before we worked our food off with a lovely little round two.
But then, Leslie stood to her feet. “Are you sure that’s what’s happening, Suri?”
The worry in Leslie’s voice pulled me out of my heated trance, and I quickly stuffed myself back into my pants. She was quick to roll her skirt down and slip out of her heels before she turned her back to me and walked off into a corner. I strained to try to hear what she was talking about with her friend, but she had lowered her voice so much that I couldn’t hear what they were saying.
However, once Leslie hung up and came back toward me, the sorrow in her eyes was apparent.
“Trey, I’m—”
I held up my hand. “Your family always comes first. Is Aurora okay?”
She looked surprised, and I wasn’t sure why. “She’s, uh… coughing a little more than normal. The doctor wants me to bring her in.”
I nodded. “Then, go. And keep me updated once you have an answer.”
She snatched up her purse from my desk. “I will. I’m sorry about this.”
I shook my head. “Never be sorry for being a good mother. Not all of us are so fortunate.”
She furrowed her brow. “We’re touching on that eventually; I hope you know that.”
I blinked. “Good luck.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ll call you the second I know something, okay?”
“I’d appreciate that, thank you.”
Then, I watched as she quickly made her way out of my office, leaving me with a feeling in the pit of my gut that I hadn’t felt in, well, ever it seemed.
I missed her. I missed her presence and warmth. Her smell and her body. I missed her beauty and her laughter and the way we were beginning to freely speak and laugh with each other.
I missed Leslie as she left me alone in my office, fielding food and phone calls all by myself.
And I knew, more than ever, that I was fucked because of it.
14
Leslie
Iheard something plop against my desk, and I peeked over. As my fingertips whizzed across a keyboard I had practically memorized, with my headset dangling around my neck, the warm smell of coffee filled my nostrils before I heard Trey’s chuckle grace my ears.
“Figured you could use a bit of a pick-me-up,” he said through his grin.
My knees weakened as I reached for my drink. “And when did you find time to make a caffeine run?”
