Page 101 of Bossed By The Boggart


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My sweet Boggart groans into my neck, finding his own release deep within me, and I shake in bliss at the sensation of him coating me in his cum.

Afterward, we hold each other, trying to catch our breath.

A smile curls my lips, unbidden, as warmth unfurls in my chest at his touch.

Bash’s presence wraps around me like a comforting cocoon, and I drift off to sleep knowing that I am loved.

I am cherished.

I am whole.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

BASH

The sound of Marcie and Tara bickering nearly makes me laugh out loud.

Wyn convinced me to hire her ex in an effort to keep Jake’s new favorite aunt close.

So far, it’s been working out, but my receptionist might strangle her yet.

“Morning, Bash!” Tara greets as she plops down in the empty chair in front of my desk.

“Morning. How’s it going?”

“Going well—really well. You?”

She stirs her coffee, and I fight not to make a face at the sickly sweet smell.

“Can’t complain. You still coming over this Saturday?”

“Yes, of course. I got Jake the best gift that not only trumps all of yours but will drive Wyn crazy.”

“You’re evil. I love it.”

Tara beams. “So, any plans for tonight?”

Yes.

“Maybe.”

She smirks but leaves me to my thoughts. The secret I have planned for Wyn burns in the back of my mind.

When the scent of Wyn’s perfume tickles my nostrils, I push back my nervousness.

I saunter over to her office, where she’s at her desk, already working.

Leaning against the door frame, I watch her, drinking in her absolute beauty.

Wyn’s focused on her computer, her brow furrowed as if she’s trying to solve a problem.

“Good morning, deoring.”

She looks up and smirks.

“Hello, Mr. Ettin. Spying on me?”

“Observing,” I correct.

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