Knocked Up by the CEO: A Secret Baby Holiday Office Romance Read online

  I lift my head just as the tree is tipping past the point of no return and I watch in stunned horror as Harper falls backwards, pulling the tree down on top of her. It crashes down within seconds, sending ornaments and lights flying across the room. The top of it lands on top of the food table, knocking it over and sending snacks and drinks crashing to the ground. Within seconds I’m beside the tree, trying to lift it off her. “You,” I point to a man next to me. “Grab that branch. You,” I point to a woman near the tip of the tree, “grab the trunk. On three. One, two, three!” A dozen of us grunt as we lift the tree back up. This thing weighs about a thousand pounds. It takes half a dozen of us to get it upright again as broken ornaments and tinsel rain down on top of us. Once it’s lifted back upright I glance down and see Harper on the floor. She looks stunned, laying on her back as she watches us get the tree upright again. An ornament bounces off the tree and rolls over beside her. She picks it up and looks at it blankly. I walk over and crouch down, balancing on my heels as I squat next to her. Her eyes are hazy and her cheeks are flushed. Her auburn hair is a bird’s nest and she has tinsel and broken Christmas ornaments littered all over her. The lights on her sweater are still blinking. “You alright, Harper?” She nods. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she responds. As soon as I hear her speak I feel a desperate urge to laugh but I keep my best poker face on. She tries to sit up and groans, pausing to balance herself on her elbows. I reach down and grab her arm, helping her to her feet. The second my hand touches her arm I feel something like a spark go off inside me. My cock twitches but I ignore it, brushing broken glass off Harper’s shoulder. I watch as she glances around the room at the circle of coworkers that has formed around us. Harper stands up a bit straighter and raises her arms slowly, as if to acknowledge the crowd. An embarrassed grin creeps over her face and I can’t help but notice how it makes her eyes sparkle that little bit brighter. A cheer and a laugh starts rippling through the crowd and suddenly everyone is clapping. Harper takes a small bow and I see her stumble a little. I grab her arm a bit tighter and help her up. I can feel her shaking and I keep my hand on her arm to hold her steady. I’ve never been this close to her. I glance around the office. It’s absolute carnage. There’s decorations, food, spilled juice and wine and eggnog all over the place. The food table is knocked over onto its side and all the refreshments are soaking into the thin office carpet. Harper is still shaking and people are starting to come closer to us. I wave to my assistant who rushes over. “Becca, here’s my credit card.” I turn to the crowd. Almost every single person employed by the company is here, watching Harper and I, still laughing and cheering. I hold up my hand and the place quiets down. “Alright everyone, the venue has changed. Open bar at the regular spot downstairs, compliments of the company. Harper and I will be down in a few minutes. Happy Holidays!” There’s a cheer and clapping. “Nice one, Harper! Best Christmas party yet!” Another wave of laughter ripples through the crowd and people start filing out. One woman, I forget her name, steps forward. She goes to Harper. “You ok, Harps?” Harper smiles again. I’m still holding her upright and I can feel how weak she is. “I’m fine, just a bit shaken up. Thanks, Zach,” she says as she pulls her arm away. I reluctantly let go and take a step back. It feels like a chasm between us. Harper turns to the woman. “I’ll be down in a bit, Rosie. You go enjoy yourself.” Rosie, that’s it. One of our junior editors. “I’ll stay here and help you!” “No, no, it’s fine, really. I’ll be down in a few minutes.” I watch as Rosie nods slowly and then glances at me before nodding and turning around. “Come on, sit down,” I say gently, guiding Harper to a chair nearby. She sits down heavily and puts her forehead in her hand, slouching down. Her sweater crumples slightly at the front. The lights are still twinkling in the shape of a tree all over her torso. It truly is one of the ugliest sweaters I’ve ever seen. “I can’t believe I just did that,” she says. I can sense the embarrassment radiating off her. A smile starts creeping across my face. “I can’t believe you did that either,” I respond. She glances at me through her fingers and I can’t help it. I start laughing, a deep, booming belly laugh. It starts in my stomach and consumes my entire body until my shoulders are shaking and my cheeks hurt. I haven’t laughed like this in a long time. After a few moments I watch as Harper’s shoulders relax and she starts smiling and finally laughing with me. She sighs deeply and then glances beside her. There’s an abandoned half glass of wine. I watch as she takes it between her delicate fingers and shrugs as if to say, ‘why not!’ before pouring the whole thing into her mouth. This is definitely a side of her I haven’t seen before. I glance over and see the bottles of wine near the upturned table. I walk over and grab one of them and another glass then head back to Harper and pull up a chair. “Merry Christmas,” I say as I fill both our glasses. “This might be our most expensive Christmas party yet. Hope this was in your budget,” I tease, sweeping my arm towards the wreckage. “Zach… I…” I hold up my hand. “Don’t. It’s ok. At least people will be talking about you this year and not me. Last year I think I heard every rumour in the book about my love life.” I pause and glance at Harper. “Or lack thereof.” She grins and sighs again, shaking her head. “Well don’t worry, I’ve got the gossip covered this year.” She glances at the tree, which is now upright and more than a little crooked. There’s a few snapped branches littered on the floor. “I just had to get the biggest tree I could find, didn’t I.” “Sixteen feet tall!” I breathe in mock amazement. I glance over and see that smile spread across her face. She chuckles silently and then takes a sip of wine, looking at me over the edge of her glass. Something stirs inside me as her eyes flick to mine. I never noticed the light in them before. I clear my throat and glance back at my wine, filling up both our glasses up and clinking mine against hers. Somehow the air seems thicker than before. I can sense every move that Harper is making and the way her eyes are burning into me is making my cock stir in my pants. I shift in my seat and clear my throat again before taking another sip of wine. Chapter 5 – Harper

  I’ve never spent this much time with him. Usually Zach is in and out of the office and it’s all business with him. He spends his time doing who knows what with clients – networking, I guess – and leaves the actual operation of the business to us. I watch the way he’s reclining on the chair, bringing the plastic wine glass to his red lips. I wonder what his lips would taste like? I glance away and try to shake the thought from my head. This wine must be getting to me, or maybe it was the adrenaline of the fall. This is my boss! Not only that, this is the CEO of the whole company!! It’s probably inappropriate for me to be here alone drinking with him. It’s definitely inappropriate for me to be thinking about kissing him. Still, there’s something exciting about it. My eyes dart back to him and a thrill rushes down my spine when I see he’s looking at me. Why did I have to wear this stupid sweatshirt?? As if reading my mind, Zach asks me: “Where’d you get your sweater? It’s very… unique.” He grins and raises an eyebrow. I look down and gently touch the twinkling LEDs on my torso. “I got it at a Goodwill. It was three dollars.” “Wow, what a bargain,” he responds. I nod, grinning proudly. “Didn’t even have to buy any batteries for it!” This time he laughs, a deep belly laugh that makes his shoulders shake. I notice the way his smile lights his whole face up and his eyes close as he tilts his head back to laugh. He has perfect teeth. His laugh sends a wave of heat through me and I can’t help but giggle along. It feels good to be here with him, like this. Zach’s laugh dies down and he grins at me. “I never knew this side of you.” He’s staring at me intently, as if he’s looking through me or into me, trying to figure me out. “You always seem so serious and professional.” I resist the urge to squirm. Instead, I turn to the fallen tree. “What, this side of me?” I ask, sweeping my arm towards the mess of snacks and drinks and upturned furniture. “Now that you see it, are you impressed? Personally I think clumsiness is irresistible.” I bring the the wine glass up to my lips an
d raise my eyebrow, watching his face as I take a sip. My heart is thumping as he watches me, a subtle smile playing on his lips. “Irresistible is one word for it,” he responds in a low voice. I can feel the rumble of his voice in my bones, like it traveled straight through me. It doesn’t sound like he’s joking. A warmth starts spreading in my centre and I desperately want to reach over and touch him, grab him, feel his hand or his arm or anything. I want to feel his arms around me and breathe in his smell. Instead I stay rooted to my chair. We watch each other without moving. The tension is palpable, and I can hardly breathe for fear of breaking the spell that’s cast over us. Zach looks towards the fallen table and slowly gets up. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his sinewy forearms. I lick my lips. I watch as he walks towards the mess, his crisp white shirt tucked into his pinstriped trousers. His back looks wide and strong, and I can see the outline of his shoulders through the thin white fabric. I watch him crouch down and pick up the table, setting it back upright. I get up and follow him over. I start a few feet away from him, picking up boxes and cookies and cakes that have fallen on the floor. We work in silence for a few minutes. I stand up after picking up the millionth item off the floor, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. I grab my heavy sweater and pull it off over my head, letting out a sigh. “It’s hot in here!” I exclaim, and then I see Zach’s eyes on me. His eyes are roaming over me and suddenly I feel like I’m wearing nothing at all. I pull down the hem of my thin camisole. I wasn’t intending on taking off my sweater. I blush and turn back to the mess on the floor to hide my embarrassment. I bend over to pick up a stack of plastic plates and when I stand up he’s right beside me, his arm brushing against mine. He turns towards me so that his chest is inches from mine. I place the plates down gently on the table and try to slow down the thumping in my chest. Zach is so close to me I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. He smells sweet and spicy at the same time and I breathe deeply, trying to calm myself down. As soon as his scent hits my nostrils it has the opposite effect. My body goes into overdrive and all I can think of is putting my hands on his body. We’re inches apart. Slowly, I drag my eyes up his chest to his jaw, watch his lips as he opens them gently and finally let my eyes drift up to his. They look so dark, like bottomless pools of brown staring back at me. My heart is going wild. I can feel it beating against my ribcage as we stand there, transfixed. I can’t tear my eyes away from his. I don’t want to. Ever so slowly, Zach brings his hand up and gently brushes the edge of my hip with his fingertips. I shiver, closing my eyes gently and relishing his touch. He’s barely touching me but it feels more intense than I could imagine. It’s like his fingers have a direct line to my centre, sending wave after wave of heat towards my core. His fingers drift from my hip towards my navel, ever so gently brushing the fabric of my camisole. The blood is rushing between my legs and desire floods my veins with every heartbeat banging against my ribcage. I open my eyes and glance back at him. His eyes are half-closed. I can see him looking at me and the intensity of his gaze sends another wave of heat through me. I know my eyes have the same look of pure desire as his. I raise my hand and hesitate, then place it gently on his chest. He’s warm, and hard, his smooth muscles rippling under his shirt. I can feel his heart beating as well and it gives me a surge of confidence. My other hand flies up to his chest and I run it up towards his neck. The second my fingers touch the bare skin of his neck it’s like something explodes between us. My skin touches his and it sizzles, sending sparks through my entire body. He grips my waist and pulls me into him. This is so wrong. This is my boss! Zach Lockwood! I shouldn’t be doing this. But then his lips crush against mine and all thought disappears from my head. He tastes sweet, his lips soft against mine as they part and kiss me. His hand grips my neck, tangling into the hair at the nape of my neck and pulling my head in towards his. My hands are gripping his shoulders, his neck, grabbing his shirt and pulling him into me. He’s pressing me into the table and I lean back, loving the way his body feels strong and muscular as he crushes it into me. His lips press against my neck, trailing kisses down my collarbone as his hands grab the small of my back and pull me into him. I’m panting, trying to keep my feet on the ground as my body goes into overdrive. The pleasure and desire is exploding through my entire body and I can feel my wetness pooling between my legs. I want him. I don’t care that he’s my boss, or the CEO, or that we’re at the office. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. Chapter 6 – Zach

  The minute she took that sweater off I knew I had to kiss her. My cock started throbbing as soon as I laid eyes on her, and now she’s here in my arms and it feels better than I could have imagined. She’s pulling me into her and kissing me like I’m the last man on Earth. Right now, here with Harper, I might as well be. The office is a mess and it’s going to cost me a fortune to fix everything up and pay for the office party at the pub but I don’t care. I’d pay ten times whatever it costs to be exactly where I am now. I grab the tops of her thighs and lift her onto the table, sending a box of cookies flying back down to the ground as I brush it out of the way. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down on top of her. We’re both panting, clawing at each other, grabbing and pulling at whatever body part our hands can find. “Wait,” Harper says, pulling away. “Anyone could walk in.” “I don’t care,” I breathe. “Let them watch.” I kiss her again. I can’t think of anything except the way she tastes, the way she feels, and the way my cock is straining against my pants and throbbing like it’s about to explode. I feel her hands on my chest and she gently pushes me away again. I nod. “You’re right. Come on.” I help her off the table and she slips her hand into mine. We head towards my office. It’s just on the other end of the room, in the back corner. As soon as we’re in the door she slams the door closed and jumps into my arms. She wraps her legs around my waist and I wrap my arms around her, our lips already crushing together the minute the door slammed shut. I walk over to the couch that faces the big bay windows and set her down gently onto it. I love this view – New York’s twinkling city lights – but right now I can’t look at anything except the beautiful woman laying down in front of me. Her cheeks are flushed and she has that twinkle in her eyes. They look like emeralds, bright even in the dim light of the office. I can see her freckles now, scattered over her face. I brush my thumb over her cheek. “You are incredibly sexy,” I breathe as my lips dip down to kiss her collarbone. Her hands reach up and tangle into my hair. “I bet you say that to all the girls,” she teases. I lift my head and grin. “Yeah, I do,” I admit. “But this time I actually mean it.” She laughs and I get to see that smile spreading across her face. Her eyes are so bright, every look is sending an electric thrill straight down to my cock. I lean down and kiss her neck again. I can’t get enough of her soft white skin. She grinds her hips upwards and I groan, loving the way her body feels underneath me. Suddenly Harper tenses and looks over my shoulder. “What was that?!” I glance back and look towards the door. “What?” “I heard something. I think someone’s here.” Her voice sounds strained and her heart is beating fast. I can feel it as I lay there on top of her. She’s tensed up completely and the whites of her eyes are visible all around her irises. I frown, slowly lifting myself off the couch. I can’t help but feel Harper’s nervousness. Was that a shadow I just saw through the blinds? They’re mostly shut but if someone was close enough they could see in. At least, they could see enough to know what we were just doing. My heart jumps in my chest and I feel the blood start to pound through my veins. I get up and take a few steps towards the door, pausing to listen. Silence. I reach forward, grabbing the door handle in my right hand. With one last breath, I clench my other fist and rip the door open. Nothing. It’s empty. “Hello?” I call out. “Who’s there?” I wait for one, two, three seconds, taking a step out into the open room and listening for any sound. It’s completely quiet. I take a few more steps and look around. The room is exactly as we left it – a complet
e mess. I squint and try to look for movement, any movement, around the room. There’s nothing. No sound, no movement, nothing. Sighing, I turn back around. I walk back into my office and close the door. I hold my arms out by my sides and shrug. Harper is looking at me, wide-eyed. She’s sitting up on the couch now, her arms by her side. Her hair is messy and her cheeks are flushed. “Nothing,” I say simply. I turn to the blinds and close them shut completely, just in case. Then I turn back to Harper and we look at each other for a few seconds. She’s never looked this good. She’s the first to start smiling. It starts as the corners of her mouth start twitching upwards, and then her eyes brighten. Suddenly she’s laughing, looking at me and holding her chest as the laughter barrels out of her. I can’t help it – I start laughing too. My shoulders shake and I lean back, letting the stress of the past few moments roll off me. I collapse onto the sofa next to her and lean back, laughing until it subsides and we both sigh. Harper turns to me and looks me in the eye, her eyes shining. “Sorry,” she says. “Guess I’m a bit nervous. Sex in the office and all.” Before I can respond, she’s got her hand on my chest and is crushing her lips against mine. She swings her leg over me and straddles my thighs. I let my hands drift from her hips down to her ass, loving the way it curves under my touch. She starts grinding herself into me and I groan. My cock is rock hard. I can’t wait any longer. I need her. I need to make her mine. Chapter 7 – Harper