Page 18 of Marked By my Boss
Staring down at Beau, I watch as he works. His head moves in rhythm with his fingers, slow and sure, like he’s memorizing me one inch at a time. There’s a low growl in his throat that’s not threatening, but primal.
His hands aren’t just touching me. They’re telling me something.That I’m wanted. That I’m safe. That I’m not just a passing moment in someone else’s chaos.
I’ve never felt this kind of attention before, not like this. He touches me like I’m art, like I’m sacred, like he needs me as badly as I need him.
And in this moment, with the weight of the world pressing against my ribs and the future curled inside me, I let myself believe that I’m allowed to be adored. That maybe this isn’t reckless. Maybe it’s healing.
He stands, the scent of my body on his lips as he kisses my face, my neck, my heart.
Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and tug his massive cock from his jeans, stroking it for a moment before he leans into my ear and says, “I need to hear you say you’re mine.”
My body pulses with want for him, and though I don’t know what the future brings, my entire heart repeats the words, “I’m yours.”
His mouth crashes against mine and the hard ridge of his cock grinds itself against my thigh as his lips meet my ear. “Lean back for me, sweet girl. I need to mark that little pussy. I need to bruise you up, so everyone knows who you belong to.”
I lean back against the cool, smooth island counter as he tugs me to the edge just like he did in my dream. A moment later, his thick cock is inside of me, spreading me wide as he thrusts deeper and deeper.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He stares toward me, increasing the tempo of his thrust as he watches me intently. “I’ve needed you so fucking badly.”
“Oh God, Beau… you feel so good,” I whine under my breath, breasts swaying as he thumps into me harder and harder. He’s so gorgeous. Strong shoulders, wide stance, hair on his chest, dark ink streaking down both arms and a dragon splayed across his stomach.
“I love the way you feel, sweetheart.” He thrusts faster. “You’re the only one who gets me like this.”
The dark maple in his eyes reflects with the sun shadowed in through the picture window, and for a second, I imagine this as my reality. This cabin, this countertop, this man, this moment… I imagine that it’s forever. I imagine us raising this little girl together. I imagine lazy Sunday mornings and days spent twisted up in sheets. I imagine a love that feels like safety. A love that feels like home.
Thrusting in deeper, he hits a spot I didn’t know was there, his hand cupping my face as he says, “Keep your pretty eyes on mine. I want to watch you take my cock.” He’s breathless as he speaks, care in his gaze as he thumps against my soaking pussy.
“Tell me again. Say you’re mine.” His voice is ragged and rough as he pounds my pussy harder and harder.
“I’m yours,” I pant, belly in the way of us getting any closer. “I’m yours.”
He hits the spot again, the one that makes my eyes roll back in my head, and I explode, my body vibrating, convulsing, tightening around his thickness.
“Fuck, you’re addictive,” he groans under his breath, thrusting in one last time before squeezing his eyes closed and emptying inside of me.
I lay on the countertop, every limb like Jello, my breathing still erratic.
Beau stays inside of me, his hand on the curve of my stomach. “That was incredible.”
“Yeah?” I grin. “So, you’re saying I’m good on job security?”
He laughs. “For a while anyway, though I think we should meet up here a few times a week… at least.”
The baby seems to agree at a very strange time.
“Hey, was that a kick?” he murmurs, his rough hand sliding over to the left side of my belly, chasing the flutter beneath my skin. “Fuck. I felt her kick!” His eyes lock onto mine, wide and shining with something I’ve never seen before. It’s raw and unfiltered, like wonder cracked open, perfect in a way that makes my chest ache.
I’m not sure how I ever spent years with a man who didn’t look at me like this, who never touched my pregnant belly and felt for a kick, who never fucked me so savagely on the kitchen counter, but I guess sometimes you have to experience the bad to understand a good thing when you find it.
Beau is my good thing, but he’s also my boss.
The rules say I shouldn’t love him, but I never cared much for rules.
Epilogue
Beau
Two Years Later
