Page 21 of Bred By the Boss

It’s after midnight when I feel the mattress shift as someone climbs in beside me.

My eyelids are heavy with sleep as I stir, but the feeling of my husband’s warm skin against my palm makes me perk up enough to open my eyes. In the half-light streaming through the window of the bedroom, I see his face, drawn with tiredness, as he slips under the covers.

“Hey, baby,” I mumble, my voice thick with sleepy disuse. “How’d the late meeting go?”

“I’m sorry I woke you,” Connor says deeply, his breath warm against my cheek. “It went well. They like the product and are interested in a contract with us.”

“That’s good news,” I say, curling into his chest as he pulls me close. “I’m glad they like the program.”

He brushes a strand of hair out of my face as he kisses my forehead. “Totally worth dealing with the time zone difference. Did the kids go to bed alright?”

“Anna complained about having to re-brush her teeth three times before she did it well enough,” I smile up at him. “But Ryan went to bed without any fuss.”

“Good.” He gives me a long look before he starts to speak again. “I hate that I can’t be here all the time to help you with them, kitten.”

My heart gives a little pang at his admission. I’ve told him multiple times that his work is important. Maybe not as important as being here for his children, but it’s still important. He helps people keep sensitive data, like medical files, secure. That’s something worth doing because it helps keep people safe. Missing a bedtime here and there because of a late meeting isn’t a big deal, not when he makes sure to be there for them in everything else.

He's never missed one of Anna’s peewee soccer games. He says yes every time Ryan wants to read a book with him, helping him sound out each word carefully and patiently.

And he hasn’t missed a single ultrasound for this latest pregnancy. Not a single one.

He’s kept us safe and cared for all these years, even after my father came after us for defamation after we told our stories to journalists with big, influential publications. Turns out you can’t sue people for defamation when they’re telling true stories, no matter how damning they are for the people involved.

And all of that information the private investigator found when looking for me? What was admissible in court was immensely helpful for our case. We won, and soundly at that. We haven’t heard from my father or his lawyers in a few years. As our little family continues to grow, I thank my lucky stars every day that this man of mine forced his way into my life. Even if his initialintentions were bad, that he changed course means more to me than anything else.

As if he can tell what I’m thinking, his hand slips down to my belly, round and wide with his child. He presses a hand to my skin, his palm warm and protective.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, his eyes darker than they were a second ago.

Heat stirs low between my legs as I think about all the things his look might mean. “A little tired, but that’s it. This kid’s a little easier on me than their older siblings,” I admit.

When Connor’s hand slips lower, he sucks in a breath. His fingers find me wet and aching for him already, ready to take his cock however he wants to give it to me.

“Fuck me, kitten,” he growls deeply. “Already so wet and I haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

“I am,” I murmur, bucking my hips into his hand. “It’s just how I react to you at this point.”

Truth be told, I’ve been aching for him all day. When he left this morning, I couldn’t help longing for him to come back. It was all I could do to keep myself from climbing up a wall about it. This happens sometimes … Some weeks of pregnancy have me yearning for him even more than usual. It makes these longer nights without him harder than I care to admit.

“You’re driving me insane. I spent my whole day looking forward to coming home to you, and now you’re all spread out on the bed for me like this, just waiting for me to take you.”

“Please,” I breathe. I drag a hand through his hair, brushing my nails against his scalp in a way I know drives him crazy. He stops me by pulling me close and rolling onto his back so that I’m straddling him, my pussy dragging against his hard length.

I whimper as a deep ache spreads through my body. I need him inside me like I need to breathe. I’ll never grow tired of the things he makes me feel.

“You want this, kitten?” he pants into the still air of the bedroom, his hips grinding up into mine. “Then I want you to work for it.”

I moan as he guides his cock inside me before gripping my hips. I start to move over him, fucking myself onto his cock, his length dragging against my slick walls.

“That’s it, kitten,” he groans as he lets his hands fall away. “So pretty when you’re filled up with my cock, my baby growing in you. Look so good with my child inside you.”

I fight crying out as I savor the feeling of riding him, my legs working hard to keep the rhythm steady. He wants me to work for it? Oh, I’ll work for it alright.

“Oh, Connor,” I groan, cupping my breast with my hand and pinching the sensitive nipple. His eyes practically burn as he watches me play with myself, his own hands doing nothing but take up fistfuls of the sheets. My back arches back as I try to keep my pace up, but already I can feel myself beginning to grow tired.

Before I have the chance to falter, Connor’s hands are on my hips again. Suddenly, he’s sitting up, capturing my mouth in a kiss as he starts to bounce me on his lap himself, meeting the movement of my hips with thrusts of his own.

“Such a greedy little kitten,” he purrs. “Gonna come for me like a good girl?”

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