Page 42 of Dear Grumpy Boss

She pushes onto her toes and rubs her cheek against mine. Call it instinct or wishful thinking, but I didn’t shave before I got here. And the soft hiss that falls from her lips as my skin abrades hers goes straight to my dick. I remember how hard she gripped my head when I brushed my scruff against her inner thigh.

Her fingers lace over my neck and she looks into my eyes. My heart stutters at the pure, unfiltered emotion dancing through those large eyes. Fierce in its conviction.

“Because my heart is yours. It’s always been yours, Zayn. Now, my body knows your special brand of possession and only wants you more.”

I feel like I’m jumping off a cliff and my parachute won’t open. My heart is thumping so painfully in my chest that it’s loud in my ears. “Only yesterday, you were ready to leave me,” I say, singing the same annoying song again.

It might be beneath me, this poking and prodding at her when she looks like she’s unraveling, but when it comes to her, I’m a needy bastard. I want all of her doubts and delusions about me, about us, turned into rubble. And I need to know how badly she needs this. Needs me.

She drags in a deep breath and there’s a spark of anger in her eyes now. “It hurt to stay with you. Day after day watching you, wanting to touch you and hold you and kiss you and getting nothing in return. Some days, especially in the last year, you wouldn’t even spare me a glance or make eye contact. I felt extraneous, like that office cabinet you loathe.”

I send my hands on a quest and they land on the treasure that is her plump ass. I squeeze the taut flesh and pull her closer until she can feel my erection. It prods at her belly, thickening and lengthening at the mere scent of her. “If you came near me, if I breathed in your scent, if I saw you eating a damned fucking donut, this is how I would get.” I grind against her to make my point. “Night or day, tired or distracted, one whiff of your delicious scent, one glimpse of your ass…I would grow painfully hard. And you know how my brain hyper-focuses better than anyone, yeah?”

Lust makes her eyes impossibly bigger. “You did?” There’s less surprise and more glee in that sentence.

“I couldn’t cross that line without knowing where you stood, Mouse. I couldn’t do that to you or to myself. But yesterday,” I swallow and continue, “when you said you were leaving me, my world shattered. And when you asked for a kiss, I hoped we were finally getting to the same fucking page.”

“But you still don’t want me around the office?” Her vulnerability pierces the last standing crust of the shell around my heart. Her neediness is a balm to my own.

I clasp her cheeks and press a kiss to her temple. This girl is so precious to me that I’m afraid to put it into words. “Yourdream is too good to just stay a dream, Mouse. When I got the idea to buy that store…I couldn’t sleep all night. I knew that it looked like sending you away. But I’m selfish through and through.”

“How?”

“I wanted you to have everything you ever want in life and still choose me. Want me. I need you to want me when you aren’t attached to the job.”

“You doubt that?”

“I doubt myself,” I say evenly. “I doubt that this is possible for me. This kind of…love.”

“I do want you, Zayn. In every reality.” Her eyes widen and I can almost see the word float to her lips. “I love you,” she says, the entire world and its wonders dancing in those three words.

“Marry me, Mouse. Be my wife. Come to the office with gossip about your store. Arrange my calendar, my sleep, my dreams as you please. Travel with me wherever I go. Be my slut, my cum squeeze, my wife, and the mother of my children.”

I drop down to my knees and press my face into the cradle of her thighs. My good girl is so damp and ready for me that I can smell her musk through the dress. I can’t wait to claim her anymore. I roll the hem of her dress when she sinks her fingers into my hair and she tugs hard.

“Zayn! You can’t just say all that and not wait for my answer!”

I groan as I discover that she’s got no underwear under the damn dress. My girl’s been walking around bare and wet all evening, ready for me.

I look up and meet her eyes even as my fingers sweep through her folds, collecting her juices. Fuck, she’s dripping. “What’s your answer?” I say, demand and challenge in every word. Fear isn’t an emotion I can tolerate, and it makes me an utter bastard. I grab her entire pussy with my palm and squeeze.Make sure to rub up against her clit with the heel. “Do you still plan to leave me and give this pussy to someone else?”

Her eyes roll back and her thighs quake and her breath whistles through her nostrils. “I can’t…Oh God…ungg…”

I thrust one, two, and three fingers into her tight hole and start pumping. She bucks and bows, her fingers tighten in my hair, and she thrusts her hips wantonly into my face. “Zayn…oh God…” And then she comes so violently that my fingers are squeezed tight by her viselike cunt.

I knock her knees until she folds into my arms. She’s soft and warm and entirely too fuckable as she clings to me. I lick my fingers and then kiss her so that she gets a taste of how filthy good she gets for me.

Her brow is sweaty as she looks up at me, her breaths shallow pants.

“So? Will you give me an answer soon or should I fuck it out of you?”

She clasps my cheek, as if to gentle and soothe me. As if she understands the furor in my blood. “Can I give you my answer now but also get fucked so hard that I keep screaming yes?”

I grin, because this good girl is filthy just for me. “Say it then.”

“I want to be your slut and youronlycum squeeze and your wife and…” her voice hitches here, “and the mother of your children. You truly want a family? With me?” She pins me with that warm gaze. “You’re not just saying it because you know it’s another of my dreams?”

“I am saying it because it’s one of your dreams,” I say, giving her the truth. “But also, because if it’s your dream, then it’s mine, Mouse. And who knows? You might already be pregnant after last night.”

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