Page 30 of Forced Pregnant Mate

She bends over to stack a box on a pallet, and a soft groan slips through my teeth. The baggy jeans pull tight across her toned ass, and the flannel slips up a little, exposing a patch of pure white skin across her lower back.

I imagine standing behind her, putting my hands on her waist, running my fingers along her ribcage to cup her big breasts, then pressing my hips against her. The scene builds in my mind as I think about pulling her jeans down to her ankles, stroking her ass before grabbing her hips and fucking her hard while she’s bent over the high wall of cardboard boxes.

My cock has gotten so stiff, it’s pressing painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I take a deep breath and hold it, closing my eyes for a few seconds. I can’t make the thoughts or the sensations go away.

When I open my eyes, Lena has turned around and is lifting the tails of the flannel shirt. I can just catch a glimpse of her toned belly as she fiddles with the edges and then ties them in a knot around her waist.

I can’t take it a second longer. I get up from my desk, shoving the chair away harder than I need to.

I have to take out this frustration on something!

I know that she would probably submit to me if I pushed, but that’s exactly why I can’t do it. I will not take her until she is completely, one hundred percent ready.

I want her writhing with ecstasy, crying out in joy and urging me on, not tolerating or enduring me!

I try to head outside to get the sweet scent out of my head for a bit, but instead, I find myself being drawn out into the warehouse. I’m truly not in control of my own actions anymore. Lena is the sun, and I’m just a tiny, dutiful planet.

When I come out, Clive and Lena are just finishing up with the boxes. I lean on the wall, watching quietly. I’ve got a much better view here than I did from the office, and I’m starting to wonder how I can get out of this.

I’m never going to get any work done like this.

Suddenly, there’s a shout from the other side of the stacks where Derek is using the forklift. The steel stacks wobble dangerously, and I’m bolting across the shop floor before I even know what’s happening.

I grab Lena and bolt towards the front roller doors. Clive is just ahead of me, and as we reach the safety of the dock, a pallet comes crashing down behind us, right where Clive and Lena had been packing. Paper sacks of dry concrete explode in a spectacular fashion while the pallets shatter and spray splinters around the room.

“Fuck!” Derek yells, hurrying around the stacks. “I’m so sorry, guys. I tapped the edge of the stack with the forks. Is everyone okay?”

Lena is trembling in my arms, looking at the destruction with wide eyes. She gulps and nods.

“I think we’re okay,” Clive says. “But watch it. That was a near thing.”

“I’m not happy, Derek.” My voice comes out as a deep growl. “That was completely unacceptable.”

I can see Derek start to sweat. “I’m sorry, boss. I just miscalculated.”

“Not good enough,” I snap. “You almost killed two people. Should we get you drug tested? Have you been drinking?”

“Hey,” Clive says. “It’s okay, boss. Accidents do happen.”

“I’m really okay,” Lena adds, looking up at me. “It was scary, but you got there in time. Don’t punish him.”

My body is going crazy being this close to her. So much of my attention is focused solely on my hands touching her shoulders, trying desperately to keep myself from holding on to her too hard.

“This is my workplace, my crew,” I mutter. “I’ll do what I consider necessary. I can’t let an incident like that slide.”

“But it was just an accident,” Lena says, her tone firm. She turns around so she can glare at me with her beautiful green eyes. When she’s mad, they seem to deepen in color, the same way dark clouds take on an edge of green when a major storm is about to erupt.

“How would you know?” I snap, unable to stop myself. I’m too keyed up—my arousal was killing me before the adrenaline rush kicked in. “You’ve never worked in a warehouse before. You shouldn’t even be out here.”

“Excuse me?” she answers softly. She puts her fists on her hips and glares at me. Her expression is so cute, I actually get a pain in my chest.

Oh, God, how I want to kiss that pretty little pout!

“I said, you shouldn’t be out here doing the heavy work.”

“But you wanted my help!”

“Yes, around the office, not out here!”

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