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thought you hated being called Rich? I might start calling you Dick from now on, it suits you better,” I fumed. He rushed around his desk and tried to put his hands into mine, but I wouldn’t let him. I didn’t know what he’d done but I had a feeling that it wasn’t good.
     
    “My phone died babe, I swear,” he showed me his phone and it was dead, I even tried turning it on.
     
    “Okay, so what were you doing with her?”
     
    “She has messed up the VAT on a load of invoices and we were just looking over it.”
     
    “So why did you look so nervous?” I couldn’t help but yell.
     
    “Because I could see by the look on your face what you were thinking! You haven’t come to see me in who knows how long and when you finally do, she’s in here with me.” He grasped at my arms like he was desperate for me to believe him and his blue eyes looked too sad for me to stay angry for much longer.
     
    “So nothing is happening between you two?” He looked down at the ground like he was preparing himself for my reaction.
     
    “Well she did sort of come on to me but I blew her off Amy!”
     
    “What happened?”
     
    “She brought in some wine when we were working late the other week and after a few glasses, she started undoing her shirt. I told her to stop but she reached over and starting feeling up my leg so I stood up to leave and she tried to kiss me,” he choked. I could see his eyes tearing up.
     
    “And what did you do then? How could you not tell me?” I screamed.
     
    “I told her that I was happily married and the next morning I looked over some employee guidelines and realised that I couldn’t sack her, so I didn’t tell you because I knew how much it would hurt you.” I felt like my big announcement was ruined.
     
    “How are you going to get rid of her?”
     
    “I’m working on it Amy, I promise you, she’ll be gone before the year’s over.”
     
    “Well I have some news for you, not that I want to tell you now,” I said, as I heard that the anger in my voice hadn’t fully dissipated.
     
    “Amy, please.”
     
    “Okay, I’ve been keeping it from you but I’ve been quite ill lately, throwing up, constantly, tired…” he interrupted me as he fell back onto his desk.
     
    “Oh Christ what is it?” he choked.
     
    “No it’s not something like that. I’m pregnant,” I said, as I braced myself for his reaction. He just stared at me stunned and then out of nowhere bounced up off of the table and squeezed me tightly.
     
    “Pregnant? he bellowed, “that’s, that’s amazing!” His hug got tighter and tighter.
     
    “Careful now, you’re going to hurt the baby,” I laughed.
     
    “Oh, sorry,” he said, as he backed away from me.
     
    “I’m kidding! Come here.” I leaned into his chest.
     
    “So is it a boy or a girl?”
     
    “I don’t know, I’m only eight weeks in, you’ll have to wait,” I laughed.
     
    “Eight weeks? Our baby’s two months old?”
     
    “I guess so,” I giggled. He kissed me and I could feel our love radiating between us. He glided his hands down my waist and began tugging off my trousers.
     
    “What, here?” I whispered.
     
    “Mmm, hmm,” he mumbled as he thrust his tongue back into my mouth and walked us towards his chair. He sat down on it and pulled me on top of him.
     
    “Does your office even have a lock? Someone could see through the blinds if they really wanted to,” but he just carried on caressing me and then he pulled off my top.
     
    “You never used to mind when I first started the business,” he teased as he unlatched my bra and began kissing down my breasts and sucking at my pink nipples. “Oh Mummy,” he groaned.
     
    “Stop it!” I squealed as I gently slapped his arm but it just got him more excited. He pushed me down onto his shaft and because I was already wet, his cock slid in all the way and we both quivered. I slowly started riding him as I wrapped my arms around his neck and bounced my breasts