Page 14 of Knocked Up By the Silver Fox

When the waves of pleasure started to subside, they were replaced by tension and mild fear. He had come inside of me and I was so desperate to have him I hadn't even questioned him. I was so lost in my stupid lust for him I let this happen.

The silence in the room was deafening. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears as I tried to catch my breath. Slowly, I stood up and reached for my panties.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mr. Caldwell asked as he buttoned his pants.

I froze and took a deep breath. "I…I need to go home, sir."

He grabbed my wrist before I could walk away and turned me around so we were eye to eye. "Beth, look at me."

I looked into his eyes, but I couldn't read them. They were the same crystal blue color, but now they seemed warmer, softer. He cupped my cheek again and I felt sudden shame wash over me. I had sex with my boss because I had no sense of self-control at all.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I bit my lip and nodded. I felt odd standing here naked in front of him now when just seconds ago I had no qualms about it at all.

"I, uh…yeah…" I swallowed hard and thought of the cum draining down my inner thigh and what just happened. How had we both lost control like that?

"Let me help you," he said. He reached into his desk drawer and pulled out a box of tissues. When he handed me one, he smiled and I felt even more awkward.

"Thank you, Mr. Caldwell," I said, as I took the tissue and wiped myself clean. He took another one and wiped where he'd blown the rest of his load, and I felt embarrassed.

"I think you can call me Will now." His chuckle felt comfortable and warm, not at all like he was feeling as awkward as I was.

I picked up my panties and put them on. It was difficult so I ditched my shoes and straightened my bra, then walked over to get my skirt and blouse. His eyes trailed along my every movement as he slowly buttoned his shirt and tucked it in, and when I was dressed and I returned for my shoes, he took me by the waist and held me in place.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked with a tone of concern. His eyes searched my expression again but this time for a different reason. I felt like he cared.

"What just happened?" I blurted out, then continued. "I mean…What's going on between us?" I wanted to let go of this anxious insecurity, but I was a bundle of nerves now. Now that the crazy chemistry and lust had passed, I felt like I was an idiotfor flirting with him and letting him do that to me. I loved it, but the shame I felt told me it was so wrong.

"I'm not sure, but I'd like to find out," he said with a grin, and he cupped my cheek.

"Am I going to get fired?" I winced at my own question, but it was valid. Just this morning he told me this couldn't happen. We couldn't do this.

"When I told you that you were the best thing that's happened to this company, I wasn't blowing smoke, Beth. I can't fire you. We need you here." He backed away and picked up my shoes, handing them to me. "But I do think we should keep this—whatever this is—to ourselves for the time being. I know how people will talk, and I'd hate for it to affect your reputation."

His concern was genuine, and it touched my heart. I nodded as I picked up one foot then the other and slid my heels on. His words brought a smile to my face, though inside I was still a little torn. Yes, I had his support and apparently he liked me, but people were already talking. I'd just gone and given the rumor mill exactly what they wanted. It'd be almost impossible to hide the chemistry between us now, and I'd have to work twice as hard to keep myself in check.

"So…Should I call you tomorrow?" he asked as he straightened his tie, and I grinned.

"Only if you want a booty call." I winked at him and he chuckled.

"See you Monday, Ms. Reid." The way he said my name made me melt inside. I loved it, though I did love it when he called me Beth too.

"Goodnight, Mr. Caldwell," I purred, emphasizing his last name as a point. Will and Beth—it had a nice ring to it, even if he was almost twenty years older than me.

I left the office feeling giddy, but I knew it would be a joy I had to enjoy alone. Rachel would never let me hear the end of it.But that didn't mean I couldn't be happy. I'd let it play out, and if things got serious, I'd tell her. For now, it was my secret. One I would fall asleep dreaming about.

10

WILL

The limo carried me across town from my hotel to the office. I'd been in Chicago all week for business, meeting with a very important client to discuss his financial strategies. It'd been a very long week full of meetings and dinners and I missed the routine I held at home. I also missed Abby, which was challenging for me.

When Kate was here, taking a business meeting wasn't so emotionally daunting. I knew even if I couldn't be around, Abby at least had her mother. But since Kate died, things had changed so much. In the beginning, I cut these meetings back significantly, but with Abby maturing and getting older now, I had resumed taking trips for my most important clients. But that didn't mean I didn't wish it was different.

"I'm just saying Mrs. Clark is annoying." Abby hated that I left her at home with someone to watch over her. It wasn't that I didn't trust her. I fully trusted my daughter. What I didn't trust were other people in this city. If they knew I was away from my condo, who knows what they'd do.

And Mrs. Clark wasn't just a nanny. She was a trained law enforcement officer who just happened to live downstairs in oneof the apartments. We met on the elevator ride one day when I was returning from work, and she mentioned a break-in earlier that week. Since that day I had hired her to watch over Abby every time I had to take a trip. Abby wasn't a child by any means, but a little added security put my mind at ease.

"I know, honey, but she's just doing her job. I'd hate to think what would happen if someone broke into the penthouse while I was gone and you were alone." She hated that I was gone and I hated leaving her. "Please just be patient with her. I'll be home tomorrow."

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