Page 18 of Tangling with the Boss

Theheatof her. Jesus Christ.

I come so hard it’s almost painful. Fill her up, painting her insides with spurt after hot spurt, cramming her body full of my seed, and it’s so darkly satisfying, staking this claim. Who knew I’d be such a caveman with my girl?

“Oh,” Hazel says, collapsing forward on wobbly arms. I stay inside her, throbbing. “Oh mygod.”

Yeah.

That was—something else.

How long until we can go again?

* * *

Two years later

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the sight of Hazel under my desk, but today, it’s not quite right.

We’ve done this a hundred times before. My perky, always helpful wife simplylovesabandoning her own desk to crawl under mine and help me relax, and who am I to stop her? Only the luckiest bastard on earth, that’s who. I know a small miracle when I see it, and I have never, ever stopped my wife from going under there before. I’m not crazy.

But it’s different now that she’s pregnant. Hazel’s not too far along; her bump is barely visible, but she’s already moving a little awkwardly, and shit, what if her back aches while she’s down there? What if her knees hurt? What if—

“Up.” Throwing my chair back, I scoop my wife beneath her armpits and lift her out from under my desk. “Up you come. You’re not going under there today.”

Hazel huffs, smacking at my hands, but she lets me sit her on top of my desk without too much of a fight. She folds her arms and hits me with a glare.

“Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I’m helpless, Leo.”

“I know that.”

Obviously. But if Hazel thinks I’m going to let my pregnant wife crawl on the ground for me, she is so incredibly wrong. That game is fun—usually.

But I’m not in the mood to watch Hazel crawl these days. I’m in the mood to spread my wife’s legs and worship her as she deserves.

“Look at that frown.” I tut, nudging her knees apart, and Hazel grumps but allows it. There’s a flash of pink lace as her legs widen. “I thoughtIwas the cranky one.”

And yet here I am, smiling so hard my cheeks ache, and there’s my usually-bubbly wife—pouting because I won’t let her get sore knees. It’s a topsy-turvy day, but I love it.

This feels right.

Everything feels right with Hazel.

Sliding that ring on her finger; choosing a new home to start a family; coming to work together every day. All perfect. Even the small, mundane stuff like grocery shopping and arguing over which movie to watch—it all feels good with Hazel. Whenever I’m with her, I have this bone-deep certainty that I’m in the right place at the right time.

“You’ll have a new assistant soon.” Those arms tighten over Hazel’s chest, and her lips tighten. “You’ll be here with her, and I’ll be…”

Lunging forward, I catch my wife with a deep, searing kiss, my heart thundering against my ribs. She kisses me back just as desperately, clinging to my shoulders, as I reach beneath her skirt and pull her panties aside.

“You’re jealous,” I pant, tearing my mouth away and pressing a finger inside her. Hazel arches and groans, already so wet for me. “You’re actually jealous. That’s most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. Hazel, I don’tseeother women. Not like that. Honestly, I never did. I only see you, I fucking orbit around you, and every day that we’re apart I’ll be counting down the minutes until I’m home with you again.”

She flings her arms around my neck, riding my hand. I’ve got two fingers inside her now, and she’s so ready. So eager. “Really? You promise?”

How can she notknow?

“You’ll pick my assistant.” Trailing kisses down her throat, I suck a bruise onto her skin, because Hazel’s not the only territorial one here. Every time another man so much as looks at her, I growl, so I understand. “Pick an old grandmother. Pick a man. I don’t care, not for a goddamn second, and if it makes you feel better—”

“It… it does. I mean, Idotrust you.” Hazel gasps as I shove my hips between her thighs, fumbling at my belt. She tugs on my waist, urging me closer. “I do trust you, Leo, I swear. It’s just all these crazy hormones… this pregnancy brain…”

“It’s done.” Problem solved, and I don’t care if it’s a reasonable demand or not. My wife can demand the moon on a platter. “You’ll pick my assistant, and you’ll burst in here whenever you like, and I’ll rush home to you at the end of the day. And I’llshowyou how ridiculous it is for you to worry. How gone I am for you.”

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