Page 9 of Betrayed By The Boss

“Sssh, go back to sleep.”

I blink. “What time is it?”

“Late,” is all he says, his tone still has a bite to it.

“Are you still angry?”

“Furious,” he answers immediately. “But I understand why you went out. I just wish you would have told me how you were feeling.”

I rest my head against his chest, happy that he’s talking to me. I realize that he’s not wearing a shirt, he’s chest is bare and I glance down and see him wearing a pair of shorts.

He carries me up the stairs toward the bedroom. “I should have, I didn’t realize you would have been so worried.”

He scoffs as he walks into the bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp lights the way. “Of course I worry. God, Say, I saw the security footage of your fall. I saw how much blood you had lost.”

I gasp, when did he watch that? “Oh, Everett,” I whisper, “why didn’t you say so?”

He gently lays me on the bed. “You’ve been through enough, Say. I didn’t want to upset you any further.”

Tears spring to my eyes. God, I can’t imagine what seeing that was like. He slowly undresses me, making sure to not jar me as he does. He’s so thoughtful and caring. I love this side of him.

He climbs into the bed beside me. “I just don’t want anything to happen to you again.”

“I’ll be fine, I promise.” I reach for his hand and place it on my ever growing bump. “We both will be.”

He cradles the bump like it’s the most precious gift in the world. “I love you, Say.” He leans down and kisses my lips, it’s soft and gentle.

“I love you too, Everett.” Lifting my hands, I wrap them around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me. “I need you,” I whisper, kissing him back harder.

He groans. “I want you, Say, but…”

I shake my head, “But nothing. The doctor told me it was okay, please, Everett. I need you.” I moan as I kiss his neck, sucking a tiny bit as I do.

“Fuck, Say,” he growls.

I smile, he wants this as much as I do. I need him to let go of the restraints he has. I continue to kiss and suck on his neck, knowing that this drives him crazy. He continues to curse as I try to seduce him.

I run my fingers down his chest, toward his shorts. His breathing deepens the lower my hands go. I get to the band of his shorts and I contemplate reaching in and taking a hold of his cock or teasing him from the outside.

I decide to tease him, I want him to lose control; get rid of those thoughts he has running through his mind and take me. I miss us being intimate, I miss him showing me his love, and I miss that huge cock of his.

“Say,” he says, his voice thick with lust. “You’re pushing me.”

I smirk, “Am I?”

“You know you are.” His fingers skim the side of my breasts. Now he’s the one that’s teasing me.

I bite back the moan, and reach inside his shorts and take his cock into my hands. I slowly begin to move my hands up and down, he hisses as I squeeze gently.

“Say,” he grounds out.

“Yes?” I reply sweetly, as I continue to pleasure him.

“I’m trying to be a gentleman,” he tells me as his fingers pull at my pebbled nipples.

“Who asked you to be?” I sit up and push him so that he’s flat on his back. “I understand you’re worried but the doctor said it would be fine. They wouldn’t have told me that if it weren’t true.” I pull down his shorts and his cock springs to life. I lick my lips at the thought of taking him into my mouth.

“God, Say, when you do things like that…” He shakes his head.

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