Work Wife by Dee Ellis

Chapter Ten

Karina  

Falling for my boss was the worst weekend of my life.

Well, it was the best weekend actually—until he let me know it really was all just for show. When he accused me of coming to work for him because of who my father was, I knew it was not real for him. How could he suspect I would ever do something so dirty to him? Only if he felt nothing for me because he never truly knew me.

“Don’t do this,” Fallon pleaded two nights into our four-day weekend as I packed my things to go.

“I....I can’t, Fallon. I need to go. I am so sorry,” tears made my words shake but my resolve was solid.

Not only was I leaving a work weekend two days early, and alone, I was leaving the firm. No way I could go back and pretend everything is the same. Nothing is the same and for me it never would be. I can never work with Kolt again. Never bring him his coffee and sticky bun or talk about music while we linger between meetings. Never flirt when we shouldn’t and pretend it was harmless. It was never harmless—my broken heart proves it.

“Let him apologize and put in work for you. They are supposed to if you are worth it, and sugar, you are worth it to him.”

“You know, I thought so too. I really let myself believe it for a while. Thank you for being so kind to me. For taking a shot on me because no one else would,” I hugged her tiny frame and rushed to get to the cab waiting for me.

“Why does this feel like a long goodbye? Are you...holy shit, Karina are you leaving, leaving?”

Glancing back as Emrie joined her, I nodded. I could not even say the words. Could not tell the women who I had just started to know goodbye. But I should be good at goodbyes by now. It’s what I've known for most of my life. My family perfected the long goodbye—the never see you again because you don’t count sort of goodbye.

I never thought I would say that kind of goodbye to Kolt. Or to Emrie and Aria and Rian, and certainly not to Fallon. So, I never said it. Not with words. I could not bring myself to tell them a final goodbye. I just walked out and never looked back.

Now, my phone is off, my condo is packed, and I have a plane ticket to Paris Isle. I need to get away. I went there for a lone vacation once and have always wanted to go back. I don’t know what comes next for me, but I know it’s time to go. I cannot face Kolt with the doubt and questions he had in his eyes that last night. Whatever trust he had for me washed right out of his beautiful eyes and I can’t take that.

Kolt called me several times before I shut off my phone. But he made no gesture like Fallon spoke of. He never even tried to stop me from leaving. He let me walk away from him at the gardens and I suspect he will let me walk from his life just as easily. Before the sun rises, I rush to the office to get the last of my things. I cannot face him again because I cannot see that I meant nothing to him but good coffee and regular sticky buns.

Being just his work wife won’t work for me.

“Go to my office,” his voice booms from behind me and I drop the small box I had been packing with my things.

No, no, no. How is he here? It’s barely daylight and he should still be out at the estate with his family. Sealing his deal with Holden Hill. Not here making this harder on me. I shake my head and start to walk away, knowing he will let me. Here at the office, we always had rules—even if we bent some rules, he never broke them here. And I know he won’t.

“I am on edge after being without you for two fucking days,” he roars behind me, shocking me because he is absolutely breaking rules, “get your sweet ass in my office Karina. Don’t think I won’t bend you over your own desk to punish you for walking out on me,” his voice is steely but so hot my thighs shake as I listen to it vibrate between us.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper, turning quickly to obey him. I don’t know how to ignore his commands; he has spent the last months training me to want to comply. Even when I know I shouldn’t.

“Fuck,” he growls, slapping my ass as I pass him, “you know how hard it makes me when you call me sir. Oh wait, no, you don’t because for months you teased me with that shit. I had to jerk my cock right here in my office after you bounced your ass out of here, calling me sir. Fucking sir. Christ, Karina. Go to my desk and pull up your skirt,” he demands, his voice loud in the quiet space.

“What? No. Kolt I am leaving,” I say the words, but he laughs because they don’t sound believable even to me.

“To Paris Isle,” he barks, and I glance up at him at last, seeing the fury on his beautiful face, “thought you wanted to go to Paris for our honeymoon. Not the island. Whatever you want, wife. But you won’t be going alone. Not without me. I made a mistake by letting you think for the last two days that there would ever be a you without me again. There won’t. Now lift your goddamn skirt and show me what is mine,” he swats my ass again as I reach his desk and the pleasure pain of it makes my sex pulse between my legs.

Taking a shaky breath, I lean my palms on his desk. A hand goes to the back of my skirt, and I pull it until the silk is pooled at my hips. He hums in approval, and I should hate how cocky he is, but I can’t. Watching each other, it’s the first time I realize what a mess he is. Usually put together in flashy suits and smelling good, today he is wrinkled, unshaven, and smells of whisky. But he is sober—I can see that in his bright eyes.

“No panties, good girl. How often did you come to my office without panties, sweetheart,” he asks as he moves his big body behind mine, hands gripping my hips as he pushes close, “did you sit here bare and wet for me? Wanting me inside you but doubting I wanted inside you? I wanted you from the start. I knew it was wrong. I am your boss. But I don’t care now. I would fire you before I let it matter. You are mine, Karina,” his voice is rough as sandpaper, and he husks these words against my backside as he drops to kneel behind me.

“Kolt,” I whimper, clawing at his desk, feeling exposed and raw with his face pressed to my bare sex.

“Call me husband. I love that word on your lips. Makes me so hard, sweetheart,” he hums before he licks at my pussy and I shout, “Still taste like mine. You washed me off you though. I will take care of that. Open up for me, let me eat you, baby. I need to taste your cum again, don’t make me wait.”

Before I can protest that this is a bad idea—though it feels like the best idea ever—he sucks at my clit, and I start to shake. I reach a hand back, tunneling it through his dark hair, holding him to me. I need more. I’m right there and he always....yes! I start to come, whimpering into my hand as I cover my mouth, shamed I am so wrecked by him.

“Christ, there it is. So sweet,” he lewdly sucks at my pussy as I flood his mouth, slurping up every drop of my pleasure.

“Kolt, please,” I pant, pushing back because even as my climax roils through me, I need more.

“Please what? Please fuck you, yes? Please sink my cock in that tight pussy that belongs to me? Tell me it does and I might. I ought to spank your ass until you can’t even sit on my cock. Running away with a packed fucking condo and empty desk. You were just going to leave me? Just quit on me?” he sounds frantic now as he bends over me, fisting my hair in his hands.

“You don’t need me. You don’t trust me. Who cares if I go?”

“Don’t need you,” he barks and laughs without humor, slapping my left cheek, “I need you, baby. I need you Karina,” he suddenly roars, yanking my arms behind my back and pulling me up against his chest.

My tank top is ripped away and I am bare beneath. His cock rubs against my sex and I feel it pulsing for him, craving the feel of him stretching me, filling me. His hand slaps at my backside again and then he roughly palms my left breast, twisting the nipple. I moan as the pain that he has made me grow to crave sends shockwaves between my thighs.

“I fucking love you,” he shouts, shoving into me from behind and grunting as he seats himself deep, “I want you to be my wife. Won’t let you walk away again. You are mine and I am yours. Now take me, baby,” he pants, pumping into me as he binds my arms behind my back, tying them with his silk tie.

“Yes,” I moan, delirious from the press of him inside me, the sound of his harsh whispers at my ear, and the sweet pain of his body pinning me down and fucking me raw.

“Tell me” he whispers at my ear as he plunges deep and goes still, “tell me you love me too. Tell me you forgive me for being a fool and for letting you go. Marry me. Become my wife here and at home. I can’t lose you, Karina. You can’t walk away from me because I was afraid,” his voice breaks but then he pounds into me before he lets me answer.

“I love you, Kolt,” I cry out as he growls so loud it must shake the windows.

“Say it again. Come on my cock and say it again,” he pleads slamming into me savagely, needy and hungry, no rhythm or control. I love it and I claw at the desk as my orgasm rockets through me.

“I love you. I love you. I will be your wife,” I shout, slamming my body down against the desk as my climax consumes me.

“Yes. Yes, you will fucking marry me. Own you like you own me. For fucking ever. Fuck, I love you. Christ, take me, baby, take every drop. Need your pussy soft for my seed,” he declares, rubbing at my clit to work another orgasm out of me.

“No, no more,” I beg but it’s too late.

“Yes. Fuck, there it is. Greedy pussy wants every drop. Good girl, come on your boss’ cock. Eat up all my cum, sweetheart,” he grunts, pinning my hips down, tilting me to spill inside me as he jerks with his own climax.

He must pick me up and move us because the next thing I know, I am curled up against his chest, both of us bare as we sit in his chair. I had this fantasy a thousand times since I started working for him. And here we are. And I want to believe it’s real, that it’s really mine to hold on to. But I don’t know if I can.

“Never should have questioned you,” he whispers suddenly, making me jump, “you might be the best assistant I ever had but you were terrible at the job. No way you knew who my competitors were. I am so sorry I doubted you. I was so scared to lose you because I took advantage. I asked you to lie for me and so this all being a lie made sense to me. My family...we only had one another, so we don’t trust easily,” he admits softly, rubbing at my back.

“I hate my family. I did even before they cut me out. I never wanted their money or their business. I just wanted to matter to them. And I never could because I would not abide their rules,” I admit, snuggling against him.

“You barely abide my rules,” he growls playfully, gripping my backside in his hands roughly, “but I love that you broke all my rules. I love you, Karina. I never needed to fake things this weekend with you. I wish you had not left me; I wanted those days with you,” he says on a sigh, holding me close.

“I thought...I was being fired. As your assistant and as your wife,” I whisper, pulling back to look into his eyes.

Behind him, the sun is coming up and it shines in through his wall of windows. Lord, he is a beautiful man. And he says he wants me. Says he loves me. He wants to marry me. I reach out and brush my fingers through his hair and when he lifts his hand, I see his wedding band still on his ring finger.

“Never. I don’t need you as my assistant, sweetheart. But I do need you as my wife. Will you really marry me? Be by my side forever?”

“Yes. I will marry you, sir,” I tease, knowing how it turns him on when I call him sir.

“Looks as if I need to hire a new assistant. Mine will be busy making me come,” he growls, standing to set me on his desk as he strokes himself. Lying prone, I do just what I am told. Whatever it takes to please him the way he pleases me, I will do.

Except let him hire a new assistant—he has a work wife, after all.