Page 37 of Claimed By the Boss

A few days? I stiffen. Is he pushing it off until after the doctor’s appointment because he has reservations?

He studies me for a moment before gesturing toward the stairs. “Let’s get you unpacked. You can pick which side of the closet you want.”

I try to sound lighthearted as I follow him up to the second level. “Are you sure there’s room for me with all your suits?”

He reaches back to grip my waist. “Tease me now, but just wait until your pregnancy outfits push my clothes into the guest room next door.”

I tense, and a heavy sigh leaves him.

In the bedroom, he drops my bag and draws me over to the bed, sitting me down on the edge.

He kneels in front of me and takes my hands. “Hey, it’s okay to be anxious.”

I lean forward to rest my head on his shoulder, trying to tamp down the fears gnawing at me. “I haven’t shown any signs.”

He strokes my back. “It’s too early for that.”

“I’m craving junk food.” I roll my face into his neck. “Could that be a sign?”

“That I’m feeding you too many healthy meals? Yes, and I hear you regarding the restricted diet.” He cups the back of my head. “The cook only comes twice a week, and she’s not expected for two more days, so we can order your pizza.”

I nibble on his throat. “Extra pepperoni and cheese?”

A rumble rises from his chest. “Whatever you want.”

I bite his ear. “With a side of chicken wings?”

His hand fists in my blond strands, and he lifts my face to his. “Keep doing that, and you’ll be on your back with your legs wrapped around me until morning.”

I strain toward his lips. “Pizza is the breakfast of champions.”

His grip on my hair tightens. “You’re pushing it.”

“We can search the kitchen for a blender and buy frozen strawberries and bananas.” I hook a finger into the top button of his dress shirt and pop it open. “It will balance out the grease.”

With a hand on my chest, he pushes me back and crawls onto the mattress. “Was that in your presentation?”

I wrap my legs around his waist. “Are you asking for a sneak peek at my spreadsheets?”

“I’ll order groceries later.” Hunger in his eyes, he leans down, his mouth covering mine.

Hours later, I wake up to moonlight shining through the window and Nolan missing from the bed.

Confused, I sit up and rub my eyes. Did he get called out for work?

I check for the note he usually leaves if he needs to go somewhere while I’m asleep, but don’t see one.

What woke me up?

I reach across the mattress to touch the rumpled sheets left by Nolan’s body and find them still warm. He hasn’t been gone for long, and his phone is missing from the nightstand.

Maybe he got a call, and that’s what jarred me from sleep.

Awake now, I slip out from under the covers. A delicious ache rises from my hips, and I rub my lower back as I shuffle to the closet to pull one of Nolan’s shirts from a hanger. My bag of clothes still lies on the floor where Nolan dropped it. We never got around to unpacking or ordering groceries.

The soft material slips over my head, and I lift the collar to breathe in the clean scent of his fabric softener. I can’t wait for everything of mine to smell like him.

Despite the satiation that filled my body when I passed out in Nolan’s arms, my dick twitches with interest, and a smile spreads over my face. If Nolan just got up, then he’s still in the house for me to go find.

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