Page 277 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
Chapter 22
Everly
My camera was off for my meeting, and I’d caught their exchange through the window. I couldn’t hear the words, but I watched what little remained of my mother shrivel up and die.
I practically danced back to my desk, grinning like an idiot as I slid my headset on.
Whatever Silas had said to her was brutal. Vicious in a way only he could be.
I just hoped this meeting wouldn’t drag on—because my husband deserved to be rewarded.
He’d stopped by my office during the meeting, just long enough for our eyes to meet before I waved him off.
Forty minutes later, I messaged him to meet me in our bedroom.
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His shoes tapped along the wooden floor outside our bedroom, and a shiver ran through me when the handle pressed down.
The door swung open.
Silas stopped dead in the doorway.
I knelt on the rug, naked, exactly where I wanted him to find me.
Shock flickered across his face before something far darker took its place.
The door shut behind him with a heavy, deliberate thud.
My gaze lifted slowly from his polished shoes up to the hunger blazing in his.
He moved toward me slowly, measured, each step deliberate. Instead of stopping, he circled—once, twice—taking me in from every angle before finally coming to a halt in front of me.
“Are you hungry, Everly?” he drawled, voice low with amusement and something darker.
My eyes flicked to the strain in his trousers before I let a smirk curl my lips and looked up at him.
“Almost as hungry as you, dear husband,” I fired back.
He held his hand out.
“Not on the floor in your current condition,” he said—firm, protective, but very much acknowledging the hunger between us.
I placed my hand in his, and he pulled me up with ease. His other hand slid to my bump, his palm warm as his fingers spread wide across it. The heat of that claiming touch went straight through me.
He leaned in slowly, his breath brushing the shell of my ear, the kind of closeness that made my pulse stutter.
“Lie on the bed with your head on the edge and I’ll give you what you need,” he murmured close to my ear.
A shiver rolled down my spine, heat tightening low in my stomach.
Yes, work could wait. We both needed this.
He never let go of my hand until I was on the bed. I sat for a moment to watch him yank his tie off. His eyes burned as he took me in, lingering on my breasts before settling on my belly.
“We get to see if it’s a him or her next week,” he murmured, working on his shirt buttons.
I nodded with a smile.
