Page 113 of Forbidden Grumpy Boss

Then, I kiss my way back up, watching her face as she catches her breath, her lips parted, eyes still dark with desire. I can feel her still coming down from that high, and the taste of her mixes with that lingering sweetness from the wine. Heady and addictive.

“That was—”

“Far from over.”

“I was going to say it was the best orgasm I’ve ever gotten.” She pulls my head down and tastes herself on my tongue. “Silas,” she whispers my name with urgency when she pulls away, and I know neither of us wants to wait any longer.

She looks at me with that look I can’t resist, and when I kiss her, there’s a hunger there, something that tells me she’s not nearly finished.

“Are you ready?” I whisper against her lips. “I need to feel every part of you.”

She smiles and takes my cock in her fingers, her legs wrapping around me as she presses her hips to mine. “Then what are you waiting for?” she murmurs, her voice a low, seductive challenge.

I enter her slowly, savoring the sensation of being connected in every possible way. The rhythm starts gentle, a slow build as we move together, and I can feel her nails dig into my back, urging me deeper. She moans softly, pressing closer, and her voice, low and breathy, sends a thrill through me.

“Go deeper,” she purrs against my ear, and I feel goosebumps break out on my skin.

“God, you feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice rough.

“Harder, Silas,” she whispers, her voice a desperate plea. “I want all of you. Don’t hold back.”

I do as she says, raising her legs and entering at an angle that makes her eyes widen and lips form anO.

“Just,” she grabs my arm, “like, oh, God—just like that!”

Jesus, she’s heartbreakingly sexy.

The rhythm quickens, our bodies moving in sync, each thrust bringing us closer, building to something we can’t control. She holds me close, her fingers tangled in my hair, and her mouth finds mine, tasting of wine and longing.

Our breaths mingle, and she whispers soft, breathy words between kisses.

“Silas, yes,” she murmurs, her voice breaking, raw with desire. “You’re the only one, you know that? I’m yours, Silas. Only yours.”

I hold her closer, moving faster, deeper, feeling her body tighten around me as we both reach that edge.

“Tell me that again,” I groan as I sink deeper into her. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“Silas, I’m—” Words fail her as I hit the spot just right for the both of us.

Her moans fill the room, and I lose myself in her, in the way she feels, the way she calls my name, and then, we reach that peak together, our bodies shuddering in unison.

“Holy shit.” I collapse atop her, and she holds me tight. Then, I remember. “Oh my God! The baby!” I jump.

“No!” She pulls me back, laughing heartily. “It’s a baby, not a kitten. She’ll be fine.”

I cock my head, skeptical, but she pulls me back, laughing. “How do you know it’s a she?”

“Just a feeling I have, you know?”

“I think it’s a boy.”

She strokes my back as I bury my face in her shoulder and hair. “I guess we’ll see.”

Later, as we lay tangled together, her head resting on my chest, I’m hit by a wave of something I can’t quite name. It’s bigger than happiness, deeper than just love. It’s like every piece of my life has clicked into place, and I finally have exactly what I need.

Leah drifts off, her breathing evening out as she snuggles closer, and I hold her, feeling her warmth seep into me. My mind drifts to Caleb, our future, and then, unexpectedly, to Ezra. I wonder if he’s watching somewhere, if he’s proud of the life I’m finally building.

And as I fall asleep, my last thought is a silent promise to him:

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