Accidental Pregnancy, page 13
Lyle nips at my neck and sucks hard, trying to leave a mark. His hands run under my thighs, and then, without warning, he lifts me. Startled, I grab his shoulders to still myself, and he pushes me up onto the desk so that I’m sitting on it. My legs fall open and he steps between them.
Shit, this is hot. Having sex in his office was not something I had thought about before now, far too angry at him to care too much about things like this. But now it feels like I’m fulfilling a desire I didn’t even know I had. I wonder, wildly, if there is some way I could sneak him into my office to christen my desk there. Then I would think of Lyle every time I sat at it.
No, probably not a good idea. I’d never get any work done, and my father would finally have a good reason to be upset at my work.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Lyle says with a chuckle. “You shouldn’t be able to think at all.”
“Well, maybe you need to step up your game,” I tease.
His eyes glitter.
“I’ll take that challenge,” he says.
He pushes my shirt off and then quickly unbuttons his own. Without fanfare, he undoes his trousers, his fingers fumbling a little from need. Catching, I unclasp my bra and let if fall before wriggling on the desk to shimmy my skirt down my hips, taking both my stockings and panties with them. I finish just in time to watch Lyle bend over to push his trousers down, giving me a good view of his butt.
“I can feel you staring,” he says.
“I can’t help it, it’s so nice to look at,” I purr.
He smiles and straightens, stepping toward me. I spread my legs again, expecting him to step between them.
But, instead, Lyle drops down. For a moment, I’m confused. What’s he doing? Then Lyle breaths out a puff of air over my twitching entrance and I almost call back.
I only just manage to hold myself up on my trembling elbows. He blows again. It feels amazing and torturous at the same time. He’s right there, even if he isn’t touching me yet.
“Please, just fuck me already,” I gasp.
“Not yet,” Lyle hums.
He reaches out and circles my entrance with one long finger. I dip my head back and close my eyes. My legs are twitching now and my body is trembling. I press my hips downward, desperate to feel more, but Lyle just moves his finger back. I groan in frustration.
“Please,” I beg.
“Look at you, you’re completely wrecked,” Lyle says in a low voice. “How does it feel?”
“Amazing,” I gasp out, hoping that will prompt him to do something.
Lyle reaches out with his finger again. I’m just about to beg him again when the tip of it sinks into my body. My hips buck at the sensation and Lyle pauses, so I force my body to remain still as he slowly wriggles the entire digit into me.
It’s too thin, much thinner than what I actually want. But I can feel it crooking inside me, exploring the inside and caressing the muscles.
The Lyle begins to pump his finger in and out of me. Slowly at first, so we can both get used to it, and then faster, angling his hand different in a search. At some point, he’s slipped a second and a third finger in there, thrusting in and out and scissoring his fingers slightly.
Then he hits my g-spot. My entire body shudders as I cry out at the suddenness of the sensation, panting and so overwhelmed that I can’t speak.
“You look so good like this,” Lyle says. “Your body so eagerly sucks up my fingers, trying to take them as deep as they’ll go, and you’re clenching around them so tightly. I can only imagine what this will feel like around my cock.”
I groan at his words and fall backward, pushing his pencil holder out of the way. It clatters across the desk and falls to the floor, pens and pencils scattering everywhere. I briefly entertain a thought for the cleaners who will come this afternoon and likely believe that there was a fight. Then Lyle thrusts his fingers on my g-spot again and I decide that I really don’t care what they think.
“Fuck, so good, please, more, keep going,” I babble, writhing on the desk. My hands, slick from sweat, slip on the wood, making it difficult to find purchase.
“I think that’s enough,” Lyle says.
He pulls his fingers out. I feel a moment of relief, because surely that means he’s finally going to fuck me properly. But then he leans in and his tongue darts out to touch my entrance.
I can’t breathe. That felt… I don’t even know how to describe it. My body goes limp as his tongue, hot and moist, pokes at my entrance again, and then the tip slips inside. The tongue is a lot shorter the fingers, and Lyle only wriggles some of it inside, but I can barely move from the sensation. To add to the torture, Lyle begins wriggling his tongue around a little, sending electric sparks throughout my entire body.
I can hear sounds leaving my lips, but I’m not sure if they’re actual words, or whether I’ve started babbling meaninglessly at this point. I choke and writhe. It’s too much, far too much.
I’m tipping over the edge, my entire body tensing in preparation, when Lyle suddenly pulls away. A sob rips itself from my throat… I was so close! Through bleary eyes, I watch Lyle stand and move toward me, stepping between my legs and gently pushing my knees further apart. He leans in.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?” he asks.
“Yes!” I cry.
I want it so badly that I can’t even put my desire into words anymore. Lyle has brought me to the brink of release and then pulled me back. I need to feel him in me.
Lyle lines himself up. I feel him breach my entrance, and my muscles latch onto him, unwilling to allow him to leave again. Lyle groans as he pushes in further, shaking at the feeling.
He’s moving too slowly, though. He has just teased me right to the edge. I have no more time for teasing.
“Faster!” I beg.
“Are you sure?” Lyle pants.
I look up at him.
“Fast and hard, please,” I breathe.
He grins and, in one swift movement, fully sheaths himself inside me. My entire body jolts and I cry out as black spots momentarily cross my vision. Lyle holds himself as still as possible, waiting for me to adjust, but the trembling of his body makes his cock shift with me, making electricity fly across my over-sensitive skin.
Finally, I’ve had enough. I don’t care if this is short or if I don’t last much longer.
“Move,” I hiss.
Lyle pulls outs and then thrusts back in. I clench around him, reminding him that I want it hard and fast; I want to feel every bit of him as he thrusts into my body.
He gets the message. When he next thrusts in, he snaps his hips into my body, burying himself deeply and then pulling back out. I can feel him angling his thrusts, and he finds my g-spot surprisingly quickly this time, likely because he looked for it before with his fingers. I try to meet his thrusts, but I’m too overwhelmed to do anything but jerk against him.
The desk underneath us rattles, the drawers trembling at the side. Lyle’s hand finds mine and I clutch onto it, glad to finally have something to hold. My eyes roll backward and then my body tenses and my world goes white.
Dimly, I feel Lyle thrusting into me a few more times before he shudders and stills, crying out his own release. Slowly, my vision returns to me as Lyle, on shaky legs, pulls out of me and then helps me sit up.
Slowly, I look around the office. Our clothes are strewn everywhere, as are papers and pens.
“We made a mess,” Lyle comments.
“I’ll help clean,” I say. I shift and then grimace. “In a moment.”
Lyle laughs.
“It’s fine,” he assures me. “Look, let’s just sit on the couch for a moment. I think we have some things we need to talk about.”
“Yeah,” I agree.
We gather up the clothes, throwing them on hastily and then collapsing on the couch at the other end of the office. I curl up against Lyle, suddenly feeling a little tired.
“Do you really want this?” Lyle asks quietly.
I look at him. I’m not surprised he’s asking. I’ve spent the last week ignoring him, after all.
“Yeah,” I say. “Sorry. I should have talked to you.”
“And I should have talked to you,” Lyle points out. “But we didn’t communicate, so we’re equally responsible. Let’s just move on from here.”
He pauses. And then he smiles.
“So…a baby,” he says quietly. “Wow.”
Wow indeed. I close my eyes. There’s so much to think about. But, right now, here with Lyle in his office, none of it really matters. Right now, we still need to talk about the collaboration, which is why he brought me up here, and focus on the present. We can think about the rest later.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amanda
The next morning I wake up. I feel sore but amazing after yesterday.
I remember how warm I felt when Lyle told me that he was falling in love with me. It took everything I had to not say the same. I am falling in love with Lyle. Even when I was mad at him, even when I broke up with him, I missed him and his smile. That’s why I tried so hard to avoid him; I knew it would be impossible to forget him if we came face to face.
And now look what happened. We’re together again, we had amazing sex in his office, and now we’ve even started to think about makings plans for the arrival of a baby in eight to nine months.
I look at the calendar. Nine months seems really far away at this point. But I know they’ll go by in the blink of an eye, especially if I’m working at the same time. Before I know it, I’ll be in the delivery room.
The thought is terrifying. I’ve never considered having kids. It isn’t that I don’t want children, but I’ve never thought too hard about it, either. If I start a family one day, then so be it. I’ve been content, at this point, to simply focus on work and my fledgling relationships. There’s been no point in thinking of something that’s unlikely to happen any time soon.
Except it has happened. One moment of stupidity, and now there’s a baby on its way. I don’t know Lyle well enough to be raising a child with him, but that’s going to have to change pretty damn quickly.
At least he said that he’ll support me, no matter what. I like that. It’s nice. Maybe we won’t actually last, despite our currently growing feelings. Either way, I’ll be able to depend on him for help, and our baby will always have its father.
I sigh. I’ve pretty much made my decision now. Not only am I definitely keeping this baby, but I’m also staying in a relationship with Lyle. My mother is going to be over the moon.
My father… Not so much.
I grimace at this thought. I really don’t want to face him. But it’s time to do it now. If Lyle and I become serious, something that could happen a little quicker than normal due to the baby, then he’s going to need to know.
With this thought in mind, I pick up my phone and dial my mother’s number.
“Is everything okay, Amanda?” my mother asks.
“It’s fine,” I assure her. “So, I spoke to Lyle, and we sorted things out. We’re back together and he’s said that, even if we don’t stay together, he’s in it for the long haul with the baby.”
“That’s wonderful news, honey,” my mother says, sounding overjoyed. “Now what?”
“Now?” I groan. “Now I need to tell dad. Remember when you said you’d deal with him?”
“I remember,” she says, amused. “Alright, I’ll give him a call. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck,” I say dutifully. “Thanks, Mom. I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
We hang up. I release a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding. That’s my father hopefully taken care of. He’s going to be angry, but I have no doubt that my mother can handle him. I just need to wait to get the all-clear from her.
It comes sooner than I think. Barely five minutes later, my phone chimes with a message.
“He took it well. Too well. Be careful.”
My stomach drops. Damn it. My phone chimes again. This time, the message is from my father.
“Please come into the office. I’d like your report on yesterday’s meeting.”
Well… fuck.
It’s with trepidation that I head up to my father’s office. I don’t know what kind of mood he’s in, but I know it’s not going to be good, especially if I got a warning like that from my mother.
It’s never a good sign when my father takes bad news better than expected. It means that he’s beyond angry.
I take in a deep breath and knock on the door.
“Hey, Dad,” I say, trying for a smile.
Sitting behind his desk, he looks up.
“Amanda,” he rumbles. Well, he sounds calm at least. “Come in and shut the door.”
I snap the door closed, feeling oddly like I’m imprisoning myself. Hoping that’s really not the case, I head to the desk and sit in one of the hard chairs. Lyle’s chairs were far more comfortable and welcoming. If I do ever take over the company, Lyle will be the first person I go to for tips on decorating an office tastefully.
“How did the meeting go?” my father asks.
“Good,” I say cautiously. It’s like traversing a minefield; the smallest misstep could set everything off. “Brandon and I introduced some of the employees together, the ones who work specifically on hardware. They’ve already started discussing and throwing out ideas.”
“Good,” he says with a nod.
Okay, yeah, he’s mad if he’s agreeing with that. He didn’t want the alliance in the first place. The only reason he’s even allowing it is to try and teach me some kind of lesson. If he’s saying “good” that things are working well on that front, it means that he’s putting all his focus into being angry at something else.
I can definitely guess what that something else is.
“Yeah, good,” I say. I jump to my feet. “So, if that was all? I have a lot of work to do and…”
“Don’t you have something to tell me, first?” my father interrupts.
I stare at him numbly. He’s going to make me say the words out loud. I guess he deserves that; he’s the baby’s grandfather, after all.
“I’m…” I swallow. “Dad, I’m pregnant. It wasn’t planned… It was completely an accident. I forgot protection one time.”
“One mistake is still a mistake,” my father says, frowning. “And mistakes can cause many accidents, even if it was only one mistake to start with.”
“Right…” I say.
His calmness is oddly unnerving.
“Well, it was a mistake,” I say. “So, can I go now?”
“Who is the father?” my Dad asks, ignoring me.
Did my mother tell him, and he’s testing to see whether I’ll lie? Or did she not tell him yet, leaving that dubious honor to me?
It doesn’t matter either way. I won’t lie about who I’m with.
“Lyle Thompson,” I say quietly.
“Lyle Thompson…” my father muses. “Not the same Lyle Thompson who’s the snot-nosed brat that took over from David Thompson when he and his wife died?”
“That’s him,” I say.
“I see.”
I glance at him. He’s picked his pen back up and is signing papers.
“Dad?” I ask.
“What?” he grunts.
“Are you mad?” I ask.
He laughs bitterly. “Mad? Why would I be mad? I mean, I only sent my daughter to start an alliance with a rival company, and now I’ve just found out that she decided to sleep with the bastard who runs the company.”
My mouth falls open. Did my father seriously just say that to me?
“I’m not… I didn’t get together with him just to spite you,” I say, so incensed that I can barely speak. “We met at a club. We liked each other. We decided to go on a few dates. Now, I call him my boyfriend. The baby is an accident, but it’s ours.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” my father demands, looking up from his work. “Because it doesn’t.”
“No, but it makes me feel better,” I retort. “You can think what you want. I know what really happened.”
“It’s not like it matters, anyway,” my father huffs. “Since you’ll be breaking up with him.”
I reel back. What?
“I’m a grown woman,” I say, indignant. “You can’t tell me who I can and I can’t date.”
My father sighs and leans down to open a drawer. I wait, fidgeting uncomfortably as he rummages around before sitting up again.
“See this?” he asks, patting the folder almost fondly. “This is everything I need in order to take down Energy Plus Co.”
I freeze.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“I have the resources,” my father says. He looks at me. Shadows are falling across his eyes, which is strangely fitting. “I know people in many different sectors. In a word, they would take this information that I’ve collected…and spread it. Newspapers, internet, magazines… Everyone would be talking about Energy Plus Co.” He smiles grimly. “And if the story doesn’t spread quickly enough, then I have ways of making sure it does.”
I stare at my father. For a second, I’m not sure who I’m looking at. Who is this evil mastermind who’s masquerading as my father? Has he always been like this and I’ve just never noticed?
“You can’t,” I croak.
“Do you want to test me?” he challenges.
I shake my head quickly. No, I definitely won’t challenge him on this one. I swallow heavily.
“So, you’ll keep that to yourself…if I break up with Lyle?” I ask.
Shit, what sort of ultimatum is that? Break up with my boyfriend, or my father will use the media to ruin him? No, it’s disgusting.
But what else am I meant to do? I feel absolutely hopeless.
“Yes,” my father says, returning to work. “And, while you’re at it, get rid of that thing, too.”
“Thing?” I ask, confused.
