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“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled against my ear. “Let me feel your sweet pussy milk the come from my cock.”
I shattered a second time, harder than the first, my inner walls clenching around him in rhythmic pulses. He slammed in deep and followed me over, coming with a guttural groan as he filled me with hot, pulsing jets that seemed to go on forever.
When it was over, he didn’t pull out. Instead, he rolled us carefully so I was draped across his chest, still joined, with his arms locked tightly around me.
I lay there listening to the thunder of his heartbeat under my ear and knew I wasn’t falling for him.
I already had.
And it didn’t scare me anymore.
14
MARISSA
By the following morning, I felt almost normal again. Or at least as much as someone in their first trimester could.
I’d slept tucked against Raiden’s chest all night, his arm wrapped protectively over my stomach. Waking up like that made me feel steady enough to handle anything. Right up until I stepped off the elevator at work.
“Marissa,” Roger called the moment he spotted me. “Upstairs wants to see you.”
My pulse tripped hard. “The executive floor?”
He nodded, his expression tight. “The VP of Sports Programming asked for you specifically.”
My stomach twisted as I whispered, “I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?”
“You didn’t.” He lowered his voice. “Just keep your cool. Answer his questions, and you’ll be fine. I already let him know that Camille should be the one to pay for the stunt she pulled last night. Not you.”
A fresh spike of nerves shot through me, but I nodded and crossed the newsroom anyway. In the elevator, my stomachclenched tighter, the mixture of nerves and morning sickness making me nauseous.
The VP’s executive assistant looked up as I approached. “Marissa Crane?”
“Yes.” Even to me, my voice sounded faint.
“He’ll see you now.” She gestured toward the office behind her.
I straightened my blazer and forced myself forward even though every cell in my body begged me to turn around and run. The door was mostly closed. I pushed it open slowly.
The VP of Sports Programming was seated behind his desk, his expression unreadable.
“Thank you for coming.” He gestured to the chair across from him.
It wasn’t as if I had another option, so I pasted on a professional smile.
Mr. Aldridge folded his hands on the desk as I sat. “I’ll get straight to it. Your work overseas was excellent. Truly.”
“Thank you.”
“But we need to get ahead of a few perception issues.”
My stomach tightened, though I kept my expression polished and neutral. “Of course.”
He nodded once, as if appreciating my willingness to engage. “Let’s start with the basics. You disclosed the relationship when it began?”
I was proud that my voice didn’t waver as I answered, “Yes, I informed my immediate supervisor as soon as things became serious.”
