Page 15 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

“Tight.” He groaned, his eyes rolling with pleasure. “You feel so tight.” He pulled back a fraction before sliding in again.

I moaned, biting my lower lip as he hit me in all the right places. Every thrust eliciting a moan or a wordless sound of pleasure that seemed to spur him on. “You like that?” he growled, slamming me harder against the desk. He held my hips tightly as if he were afraid I would slip away, and I felt the second orgasm riding high in my belly.

“Harder, Xander!” I whimpered, and my eyes flew open. He was looking at me, through me, as if he could see all my secretsand dirty little fantasies. I couldn’t hold the eye contact, too into it to focus, so I shut my eyes and arched into his thrusts. “Oh God, yes, just like that.”

“God you’re so dirty for me. A bad girl, on my desk, begging me for more…”

His filthy talk and dominant touches fueled me on. I was close again, the sensitive nerves in my core tingling as he pistoned in and out of me. His thumb found my clit again, rubbing and circling until I grunted into the bend of his neck. My body tensed around him, and he growled against my skin. He bit down on my neck, and I felt his heat flood me while I pulsed around his length.

His thrusts slowed, and he kissed my collarbone softly before pulling out. I felt the sex drain from my body onto the desk and watched it drop to the floor. Xander backed away, tucking his moist dick into his boxers as he reached for a tissue and wiped up the mess—from the desk first, and then from my core. It was erotic and intimate, and I had to remind myself this was NSA. I should not be feeling what I was feeling.

“Holy shit,” I breathed, still reeling from how good it felt.

He tossed the tissue in the trash and locked up his pants again before offering me a hand.

“Language, Ms. Johnson,” he winked. “Someone might think we’re having fun.”

I didn’t try to hide my grin as I slid off his desk, careful to avoid the mess on the carpet, and reached for my panties on the floor.

“Ah ah…” He wagged a finger at me. “Those are mine now. I’m collecting them.”

“But,” I protested, realizing he was serious. I had to work the rest of my day with no underwear and his sex dripping down my thigh?

“And I’ll send you my cell number. Text me so I’ll know it’s you and you’ve got it. Any time, day or night…” He tucked his shirt in as he spoke, making sure his gig line was straight. “I trust I’ve satisfied you so we won’t have a problem?”

It felt a bit distant and cold, like he was ushering me out of the room so quickly, but if he wanted NSA then I had to give it to him. At least I was getting something out of this arrangement.

“Yes, we’re, uh…It’s fine,” I mumbled, feeling stupid. I bent and picked up my phone then took the portfolio off his desk, amazed it hadn’t taken a topple too. And I turned to go.

“Remember, no kissing and telling,” he said, and I waved a hand at him. I knew if I looked back, he was going to see the stupid grin on my face, and I was certain that wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Got it, Boss,” I called, already feeling the swell of giddiness. There was no way I could keep this from Godwin, but why would I want to? He was good at keeping secrets, and if I didn’t tell someone, I was going to burst.

Halfway back to my office, my phone started to ring. I didn’t recognize the number, but it wasn’t unusual for me to get calls on my personal number. I swiped to answer, and got the shock of my life.

“Hello?”

“Ms. Johnson, this is Sergeant William Pratt from the San Jose Police Department. We’re at your father’s house. We’d like you to come over and sit with him. There was a home invasion and your father was assaulted.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped. My heart sank so fast it felt like someone burst a balloon inside me. “Is he okay?”

“He’s fine, just a knock to the head, but he will need someone to help him.”

“Oh my God, I’m on my way.” I hung up in a panic, then felt stupid for doing it, and turned toward Xander’s office, decidingnot to tell him. Dad would hate me dragging him into this, and it wasn’t my place.

Instead, I shot a text to my team saying I was out for the rest of the afternoon and stopped by my office to grab my keys. Something was going on in Dad’s life, and I felt like he didn’t want me to know about it. First the car fire, now this? It just didn’t sit right. I had to get to the bottom of it, and man, was I glad Xander had gotten me loosened up.

I needed it for what I was about to walk into.

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