Page 69 of Demon Boss' Baby Load

Duke shrugged.

“I can roll around on the hallway floor?”

Duke raised an eyebrow. “That’s strange, but sure.”

“I can raid your pantry and eat snacks in your bed?”

Duke winced. “No, no snacks in my bed.”

“Phew,” Nat exhaled. “For a minute there, I thought you had been possessed.”

At that, Duke looked him in the eye. “The only eating that happens in my bed, will be me eating your ass.”

Nat shivered. “Okay, we shouldn’t get distracted right now.”

“You don’t know how much you distract me.” Duke snorted. “Knowing you’re right outside my office, ready to sit on my lap if I so wish.”

“You can’t possibly expect me to sit on your cock while you work.”

Duke flashed a sharp smile. “I would like to make sure you’re properly impregnated. Having you sit in my lap seems to be the best use of my time, while I work on my other duties.”

“That’s one way toreallyincrease my productivity,” Nat said dryly. “Three birds with one stone! Actual work, sex work, and baby-making, all in the same hour.”

Duke nodded solemnly. “Sounds about right.”

Nat laughed a little hysterically. “How is this my life?”

He looked at his belly, trying to imagine a second life there.I’m pregnant. Oh gods, I’m pregnant with my boss’ baby.

This was crazy. He’d only been Duke’s employee fortwo days.

“My belly suddenly feels really heavy,” Nat said, clutching it.

Duke frowned and leaned closer. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s the weight of your expectations.”

Duke froze. Then he gave a snort of laughter. “Fuck, Nat.” He covered his mouth with his fist, but he laughed for a long time, his eyes watering. Then he sobered. “I hope you don’t feel that way. I don’t wish to put pressure on you.”

“But you’re my boss!I’mthe one having to meet your expectations.”

“Hubrie is preparing the additional contract for your pregnancy.” Duke reached down, trailing his fingers over Nat’s belly. At the look on Nat’s face, Duke’s gaze softened. “I’ll take care of you, Nat. We’ll go over the contract together to make sure you feel good about all of it. The last thing I want is for you to be stressed out. Would you like me to include massages in the contract, to help you relax?”

Nat gaped like a fish. “That’s a lot of money, isn’t it?”

Duke shrugged. “You’re carrying my baby. Money isn’t going to be an issue. We can include manicures, pedicures, new clothes, soaps, anything you want.”

“Holy...”

“And I’ll acquire all the materials for however many nests you need.”

At this rate, Nat’s mouth was going to hang open for all of eternity. That would probably give Duke some really questionable ideas.

Duke smiled, nudging Nat’s mouth shut.

“I don’t think I can take time off, though,” Nat said. “I need to work!”

“I’ll make sure your workload is manageable. Maybe hire another assistant.”

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