Page 50 of Claimed By the Boss

I place my palm over his heart. “Now that I know the family business, does this mean I get a tattoo like yours?”

Nolan’s gaze roves over my body. “You want one?”

I bite my lip. “Does it have to be as big as yours? I’m not very good with pain. Can I be a tiny cog?”

“You’re already a tiny cog.” He flattens his hand on my chest, his fingers spanning the length of my collarbone. “But if we’re talking about how big of a part you are to my family, your tattoo will need to cover your entire body. You’re going to be the man I come home to, and the papa of my children, after all.”

My throat tightens. “Are you disappointed about the negative tests?”

“A little. I was excited to see you round as a beach ball.” His hand moves down to my stomach. “But that also means we get to spend another Heat together trying again.”

He leans forward to kiss my neck. “And again.”

His lips move to my uninjured cheek. “And again.”

My pulse quickens, and I tip my head back. “That’s a lot of attempts you’re talking about. Maybe we should practice, so we get it right.”

His smile forms against my skin before he grabs my ass and stands. Gasping, I hold on tight as he heads for the stairs.

20

In our bedroom, Nolan lowers me to sit on the edge of our mattress.

I look at the solid wood headboard and smile. “Your plan to tie me to the bed never would have worked. We don’t have the right frame.”

“We’ll just have to remedy that when we remodel.” He kneels in front of me and takes off my socks, his large hands curling around my ankles. “Make sure you pick out a sturdy one.”

My stomach clenches in response. The thought of being bound and at Nolan’s mercy gives me more motivation to spend Nolan’s money on new furniture than anything else could have.

A soft chuckle leaves him as his gaze drops to the tent in my pants. “I see that excites you.”

Blood creeps up my cheeks. “I just want to make your wishes come true.”

“Is that what you want, sweet boy?” His warm hands caress my body as he gently undresses me, unbuttoning my pants and easing them down my hips, along with my underwear.

He carefully lifts my shirt over my head, his eyes never leaving mine, and every touch sends shivers down my spine. “How are you going to please me tonight?

Pulse racing, I pull my feet up onto the mattress and spread my legs, exposing my desire.

His nostrils flare, and he pushes my thighs farther apart. “Look at how pretty you are.”

Heat fills the green eyes that sweep over my body. The bright bedroom lights leave no room to hide my too-skinny frame now mottled with bruises and bandages, but the way Nolan looks at me makes me feel like the most beautiful man in the world.

I shiver as his fingers brush down my inner thighs, raising goose bumps all over my sensitive skin. “What do you want me to do?”

The flush in my cheeks spreads down my chest, embarrassed and turned on in equal measure as I reach for my leaking dick. “Taste me.”

A rumble of approval fills the room. “Good boy.”

Pleasure shudders through me, and my toes curl at the praise. Then Nolan leans over me, his warm breath fanning over my length. His eyes meet mine, making me squirm with anticipation.

When the seconds lengthen, a whine of need escapes me, and I involuntarily thrust my dick toward his face.

“So greedy.” The words whisper over my glistening slit, then his lips part, and he takes me into his hot mouth.

I moan as his tongue swirls slow circles on my sensitive head, and his big hand grips my shaft, stroking me firmly. When my hips start rocking on their own, he releases my dick and swallows me deep enough that I feel his throat closing around my tip.

Tingles sweep through my body, and my balls pull tight to my stomach.

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