Chapter 5
CHYNA
Silence filled the car as I pointedly looked out the window at the bright sun. Desmore Bay was known for its good weather, which normally kept my spirits up, but today, the sun wasn’t really working in my favor.
Sleep plagued me, and the bright rays shining into the car caused my tired eyes to squint. Not only that, but the tension between me and Keegan could be cut with a damn spoon.
My mind drifted to the kiss we shared only hours ago.
His confession of wanting to make a move on me for some time now had my damn knees knocking together like I was some inexperienced teenaged girl.
Now that we’d opened that door, I wasn’t sure I could close it again.
Actually, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to.
All my excuses from before seemed so . . . small.
“Daddy?” KJ’s small voice brought me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, Son?” Keegan asked. His deep voice caused me to squeeze my legs together.
“Do Doll got cooties?” KJ asked innocently.
My brows turned down as I looked behind me at him sitting in his car seat. “Why you ask that, KJ? I look like I got cooties?” I teased.
He shrugged. “I asking ’cause Daddy kissed you.”
My eyes bucked, and I glanced at Keegan, who looked just as confused. “Who the hell told you that?”
“I got eyes.”
“Y’all was spying on us? You were supposed to be asleep,” I scolded.
Now their unwillingness to get up for day care this morning made sense. I thought it was because they wanted to stay home and play since they were together.
“Mommy, is Kee gonna marry you now?” Liam asked.
I twisted back in my seat, my cheeks burning, and looked straight forward.
“That’s not how it works, honey,” I muttered.
“Yeah huh,” Liam argued.
“Da rules,” KJ agreed.
“Boys, you shouldn’t have been spying on us. We’ll have to talk more about that later,” I said, trying to get the conversation back to safer waters.
The car was silent for a moment before Liam asked, “Can we be brothers?”
“We are brothers, Li. They kissed,” KJ said in a tone so matter of fact, I would have believed his ass if I didn’t know any better.
Finally, I got up the courage to glance at Keegan, and I was surprised to see him fighting back a laugh. “A little help here, please?”
His laugh seemed to push its way out, because it was loud and sudden. “I kind of like this conversation, Chyna Doll.”
His hand found my thigh, and all the tension in my body seeped out of me as I melted back into the seat.
“Fine, then. You can answer their questions,” I murmured as I resumed my previous activity of staring out the window.
I got a kick out of Keegan struggling to answer the boys’ questions for the rest of the ride to work, but as soon as we pulled into the parking lot of the big-ass building Keegan owned, I knew I needed to focus.
I had so much to figure out and a ton of work to catch up on.
I just knew I needed this day to be productive, and thinking about Keegan Slater was anything but productive.
It felt weird to be on the top floor of the building. I only came up here during orientation tours for new hires. This was where all the executives worked. This was where Keegan worked.
He had summoned me, for some reason, right before I was about to go on my lunch break.
The morning had been full of scheduling orientations and preparing welcome emails and packets for new hires.
I barely even registered that it was lunchtime.
If it wasn’t for my rumbling stomach, I wouldn’t have known any better.
I hoped whatever Keegan wanted was quick so I could go to the deli down in the lobby of the building and fill my neglected stomach.
I had been so disoriented by being at Keegan’s house this morning that I failed to eat breakfast.
When I stopped in front of Keegan’s misted glass door, I lifted my fist and knocked.
“Come in, Doll,” his voice said just loud enough for me to hear.
I poked my head inside and smiled. “You wanted to see me?”
“Ain’t I just tell you to come in?” Blushing, I inched my way further into the office. He nodded at the door. “Close and lock it.”
Heat filled me at his words. Why the hell did he want me to lock the door? He had some kind of hold over me, though, because I happily did as I was told. When I turned around, I stood there, fidgeting with my long-sleeved yellow blouse.
He simply watched me with a hungry gaze.
“Is everything okay?” I finally asked.
Keegan stood. As he walked around his sleek desk, he unbuttoned his white dress shirt. “Nah, it’s not, Doll.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my eyes glued to his broad chest that was now partially exposed beneath his thin undershirt.
He grabbed my waist and twirled me around so that my ass pressed against the desk.
“You gave me a taste last night, and it wasn’t nearly enough.”
My eyes widened. “Keegan, we can’t—”
“Who can’t do what, love? I own this mothafucka. Did you forget?”
My pussy, the traitorous bitch, leaked at his words. There was something so sexy about a man who had all his ducks in a row. A man who handled his business. A boss. A fine-ass, strong, sexy-ass boss who looked at me as though I held the key to his happiness.
“N-no.”
He grinned. That smile was only meant for me, and it melted my heart toward loving him every single time I saw it.
“Good. Now, here’s my problem. I haven’t been able to focus on work because all I can think about is you and those pretty ass lips.” He leaned down and kissed me so tenderly, I moaned.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“We really shouldn’t—”
“And I’m envisioning other parts of your body I have yet to explore,” he explained, both cutting me off and ignoring my protests.
I couldn’t really say I could complain. His hands ran down the length of my back and my waist, and something about it felt so intimate, I wanted to cry.
“So, here’s my solution. I need to taste you.
For now, that will be good enough. That will allow me to focus on work for the next several hours so we can both work, get the boys, go home, feed them, and all the extra shit those lil niggas need.
And then, . . . you and me, . . . we’re gonna finish what we’re about to start right here in this office. How that sound?”
Delicious.
“Keegan, don’t you think we should talk first? About us? About what’s going on?” I asked.
His hands ran up my ribcage and over my nipples, covered by my bra. I moaned. His grin widened.
“I don’t really think there’s much to talk about. I told you how I felt last night, and then you gave me those sweet lips, Chyna Doll. You signed your fate.”
“How?” I asked, barely able to focus on the conversation because his lips had found my neck. My head dropped back, allowing him more access.
When he pulled back, he looked down at me, confused. His hands stopped roaming my body as he leaned into the desk, one arm on either side of me.
“You really think you ain’t mine now that you gave me a taste of you?
” I opened my mouth to respond, but he kissed my lips to halt my words.
“Daddy’s talkin’ now, Doll. I need you to listen.
Can you do that for me?” he asked. I nodded automatically.
“Good girl. Like I was saying, baby, you mine now. I been playin’ it cool all this time, but I got the biggest crush on yo’ pretty ass. You hear me?
“A nigga like me don’t have crushes, Chyna, but you got me actin’ like a damn kid.
You been havin’ me stuck for far too long now.
I let you play the fence of keepin’ things casual, even though I know yo’ ass likes me just as much as I like you.
I let you have that, but Daddy’s callin’ the shots now. You got that?”
Well, what the absolute fuck could I say to that?
“Yes.”
He leaned down and kissed me again. I was sure there would never come a time when I would get enough of his mouth on mine.
He chuckled. “We gonna work on how you address me. I’ll take that for now. I need you to pull your pants down for me, love. It’s too bad you ain’t wear a skirt like you did yesterday. I like easy access. Just a note for future reference.”
I gulped.
What the fuck had I gotten into with this man?
Slowly, I slid my gray pants and panties down. Just as they hit the floor and I stepped out of them, Keegan lifted me onto the desk and parted my legs.
He pulled up one of the chairs in front of his desk behind him and sat down. I thought his thirsty ass would dive face first into my honey pot like Winnie the Pooh, but he didn’t. He sat back in the chair with his chin propped in his hand and his legs cocked and looked at me.
I squirmed under his stare, but he cut his eyes at me. “Stop movin’.”
“Kee, what are you—”
“You got a pretty ass pussy, Doll. Anyone ever told you that?”
It was as if he couldn’t even hear my words. All he could do was see me.
“Yeah,” I admitted. My flower had definitely gotten plenty of praise for being one of the prettier ones before.
Keegan definitely heard that response. His eyes snapped to mine, and his look of awe at the sight of my pussy turned into a frown.
“Fuck you just say?”
I squirmed again. “Uh, . . . I said yes?”
It came out more as a question because I didn’t know what had caused his sudden change in mood.
Slowly, he leaned forward in his chair and looked up at me. “So you tellin’ me it’s some niggas out there that wanna die?”
“What? No . . .” I didn’t know what the hell else to say to his question. I didn’t think anyone wanted to die just because they thought I had a pretty vagina. That didn’t even make sense.
He grunted. “That’s what I heard. Look at me, Chyna. Let that be the last time you reference another nigga lookin’ at you, touchin’ you, tastin’ you, smellin’ you, . . . anything like that. You got it? I don’t wanna hear none of that shit. Long as I don’t, don’t nobody gotta die.”
“But you asked me a question. I answered it honestly.”
“Ya ass better learn to tell a lie, then. Only about that. I don’t wanna think about nobody else havin’ access to my pussy. You understand?”
There were actually so many things I didn’t understand at the moment. For example, when the hell did my pussy become his? But I didn’t speak up. I knew right now was not the time and that Keegan was dead-ass serious right now.
“I understand,” I murmured.
His smile returned. “Good girl.” He tapped my thigh, which prompted me to spread my legs wider. “Beautiful,” he uttered before he kissed the inside of my knee.
I couldn’t believe I was in the CEO’s office, getting my pussy ate and loving every second of it.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would end up here.
There were so many things for me to worry about, but none of that seemed to matter when Keegan was in my presence, especially when his face was so close to my pussy.
When his lips finally met my clit, I dropped my head back and did my best to keep my arms strong to hold me up into a sitting position. It had been so long since I felt a man’s touch. Keegan’s tongue was everything I needed it to be, plus some.
“Keegan,” I muttered as one of my hands found the back of his head.
“Call me daddy,” he said just before his tongue darted out and slid across my clit.
“Daddy!” I gasped as my legs shook. It really wouldn’t take much for me to cum.
My toys had been taking care of me for the past few years, but they were nothing compared to the feeling Keegan gave me right now.
He took his time with me. There were no quick movements to get me to my peak quickly.
Keegan was an eater, and I could tell he did this shit for his own pleasure.
It was like he made love to my pussy, and every movement and touch had me ready to risk it all for him. “Shit, I’m about to cum.”
I felt it build up in my core. Keegan didn’t stop his slow pace.
He seemed to practice patience as I made it across the finish line.
I tried my best to keep quiet, but when he kept licking my clit, I moaned loudly.
When I tried to move his head away, Keegan stopped long enough to say, “Give me one more, baby.”
Shit, I didn’t have to be told twice, apparently, because my body relaxed for a couple of minutes and continued to enjoy the feel of him before I came once again, this time with juices flowing from me as evidence.
My legs shook as I looked down at the mess I made on his desk in wonder. “Wha-what was t-that?”
Keegan straightened up with a smirk. I saw him adjust his dick in his black pants before he responded. “You came, baby.”
“I’ve never cum like that before . . . Did I just squirt?”
“You never squirted before?” he asked as he reached up and tucked my hair behind my ear. I shook my head. His smile widened. “The first of many.”
I blushed. The way he looked at me took my breath away. Something about our first kiss seemed to break the invisible barrier between us, because as much admiration as I saw in his gaze, I felt in my heart for him.
My stomach chose that moment to rumble. He laughed, as if he suddenly felt lighter. Gone was the serious, brooding Keegan that had greeted me minutes ago when I entered his office.
“I ate. It’s time to feed you.” He stood and grabbed my pants from the floor while I giggled, feeling lighter myself.
As he helped me get cleaned up and dressed, I admired him. Keegan was the man from any woman’s dreams. Why had it taken me so long to get to this point? I wouldn’t waste time dwelling on it. What mattered was that I had the chance to see just how far we could go, and I was damn sure taking it.
“And Doll?”
“Yes?” I asked, just before we walked out of his office.
“Send me over your most recent test results. If you haven’t gotten tested in a while, let me know, and we can get some rapid tests done today.”
My brows wrinkled. “Okay.”
“I don’t know what you lookin’ confused for. When I slide up inside that pussy, it ain’t gonna be no barriers. I need all that.”
I gulped as excitement and lust swam through me.