Page 33 of My Sinful Boss

Maybe it’s because hestillstretches me. Still makes me feel like I’m molding to his fit every time he takes me.

“Careful,” I tease, rubbing my belly. “Your son is in there.”

Something flares in his eyes. His hunger transforms into something even more primal—a possessiveness that goes straight into me. He slides one hand under my belly, cradling it with his palm, and pushes inside me with his cock, slow and deep, stealing my breath away.

“Oh, I know.” He nods. “I put him there.”

My walls clench around him so tightly he growls and grabs a handful of my hair. I can’t help but feel proud. It’s been five years, and I can still make this man’s knees buckle.

He grips my hips hard and starts to pound me. Long, deliberate strokes, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in with a force that shakes the plates in the cabinet above.

My legs lock instinctively around his waist. My fingers rake through his hair, which is now threaded with silver spots around the temples, somehow making him look even more dangerous.

“Harder,” I urge him. “You know I can take it.”

“Oh, I know you can, angel.” His rhythm picks up—faster and rougher. The counter creaks beneath me with every thrust. “You’ve been able to take all of me. Ever since the first time.”

He’s right.So right.

Ever since the first time I put my hand on his sex in his office, since the first time I knelt down for him, I’ve taken everything. And all I want is more.

“Come for me, angel,” he commands, his thumb circling my clit as he drives into me. The two sensations at once are almost an overload. I’m right there already. “Let me hear it.”

Beth’s asleep. Her bedroom is down the hall, and I closed the door behind me.

I go off, and I’m not quiet about it.

My orgasm tears through me with such force that all my muscles go tense and my back arches off the cabinets. I cry out my husband’s name, and he catches it with his mouth, covering my lips with his through every spasm while my folds contract around him over and over again.

He follows with me a few seconds later, burying himself deep inside as he goes off. I feel the hot, sticky, wonderful spray of his release as it spreads inside me.

The familiar pulse of his cock deep inside as he kisses my neck simply heightens what I’m already feeling. I inhale deeply, feeling the pride that comes from knowing that I’m the one responsible for this. ThatImade him go off like that.

His hips jerk once more, driving deep inside, and then he goes still. His chest rises and falls as he takes deep breaths, and his heart pounds against mine.

We lie there a long time, connected, breathing as one.

“I love you so much,” he murmurs. I couldn’t count how many times he’s told me that, but they’ve never sounded routine. He means it each and every single time, and I know that.

“And I love you,” I reply, stroking the back of his neck. “Even though you trapped me with an illegal contract.”

He bursts out laughing, a deep, hearty laugh that shakes his chest and makes his eyes nearly close. It’s right up there with my favorite sounds in the world. And knowing I’m one of maybethree people who have ever heard it only makes it that much more special.

Finally, he slides out and gently lifts me off the counter. I hang off his arms as he carries me through the penthouse and into our bedroom. He sets me down, pulls the sheets over both of us, and wraps himself around me, one hand on my belly, his lips in my hair.

“Dominic?”

“Yes, angel?”

“When I applied for that job, I thought no one would ever notice me.” I casually trace the veins on his biceps, following them like my own personal map. “I thought I’d go my whole life being overlooked. Invisible.”

His arm tightens around me. I feel his love. His protection.

“Inoticed you, angel.” His voice is low and sure. “And I’ll never look away.”

I close my eyes, press back against the strong warmth of his chest, and feel our son shift beneath his father’s palm.

Five years ago, I was a broke girl who was three months behind on her rent. Then I signed a contract I didn’t read, drew a smiley face on a cup, and walked into a trap that ended up being the best event of my entire life.

He saw me. And he showed me that even though I didn’t know it, I’d been waiting this whole time for him.

THE END