Page 48 of Eternally Yours
“No...” I start to back away still on my knees, but he pounces before I get a chance, grabbing me by the waist and lifting me to straddle his legs.
“You’d look hot as hell pregnant. Your tiny body with a big bump,” he whispers in my ear, nibbling at my neck. I can feel him growing beneath me.Jesus, that really does turn him on.
“Get your mind out of the gutter, Hayes! You are not putting a baby in me.” I swat his hand away as he uses a finger to pull down my neckline and look at my cleavage. “Now get up, or we’re both going to be late.” I head out of the closet and make my way to the door.
He follows quickly, hugging me from behind as he walks us out. “I like when you get bossy. It’s hot.”
“Everything to you is hot.” I giggle.
“No, Minnie. Everything aboutyouis hot.”
Silas rides the elevator down with me and even walks me to my door.Ever the gentleman.We make out like teenagers, lost in our little bubble, until I hear a creaking sound coming from the door across the hall.Ms. Maggie.I shake my head and reluctantly pull away from Silas.
“Come to my game tonight. Bring Emma, I’m sure she’ll be happy.”
“You’re sure you want me to come? I don’t want to distract you or anything,” I say genuinely, although I really want him to say yes. I may know nothing about the sport, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see my man in action.
He takes my face between his hands and lowers his. “Of course, I want you there. And don’t you worry about distracting me, you always do,” he says with a playful wink. “But when I’m on the ice, my focus is on the game. Nothing can divert my attention from that.” He kisses my nose. “I’ll drop off the tickets and a little something for you. Now get inside before I come in there with you and ravage you all over again. Making us both extremely late.”
I laugh and pull him to me one last time. One deep kiss, and then I let him go. “Bye, Big Guy.”
“Bye, Minnie.”
I’m forty-five minutes late. FORTY-FIVE! I’m never late, I feel guilty, and I hate it. How does Emma do this regularly?
The streets are crowded at this time in the morning, everyone rushing off to their nine-to-five jobs. I try speed walking around them, but it’s proving to be difficult. Plus, the soreness in my thighs is making this unbearable. I just want to get to my office and sit in my big comfy chair for the rest of the day.
Finally, I make it to my work floor and try to sneak into my office unnoticed, but apparently that was a waste of time. From the moment I get within eye-shot of it, I spy Emma through the glass, sitting on my desk like she always does, scrolling through her phone.
I guess the interrogation starts now, might as well roll with it.
“Good morning, Emma.” I don’t even spare her a glance as I drop my purse beneath my desk and shrug out of my coat, hanging it on the coat rack in the corner, then head to the chair that calls my name.
“You didn’t come home last night, you naughty girl,” she says in a mischievous tone.
I sit down and instantly regret dropping so carelessly into my chair. “Holy fuck!” I white-knuckle the edge of my desk, closing my eyes and taking deep breaths, trying desperately to ease the pain from my ass.
I should have taken some painkillers before leaving. Is it normal to be in this much pain after intercourse? I guess not having any for four years will do that to you, and Silas is so far from delicate. I have a feeling being sore will become a regular thing.
Emma falls into a fit of laughter as she bends over, like this is the funniest thing she’s ever seen. “Oh, wow! Not only did you stay out all night, but apparently you were brutally fucked too!” She can hardly get the words out through her hysteria.
“Will you quit it? It’s not even funny, I’m literally aching everywhere. Jesus, my butt is blue! Is this normal? Do you always have sex like this?” So many questions run through my mind. I haven’t had many partners, but none were like Silas. I’m feeling a bit out of my depth here.
“Well, no. It’s not always like that, you just happened to land a wild beast.” She giggles, enjoying this way too much.
“Ugh!” I bury my head in my hands, elbows resting on my desk, wincing as I wiggle my butt in my chair.I won’t last like this all day.
Steve joins our party of two and sits in one of the chairs on the other side of my desk. I swear, I don’t know how these two still have a job. Most of their days are spent like this, them lying around in my office while I try to work.
“You were late this morning, missy. Why?” Steve gives me an accusatory glare when I look at him. He has one eyebrow raised, indicating he’s waiting for an answer I don’t want to give. Thankfully, my best friend answers for me, or not so thankfully.
“Cece was being rammed by BBH all night.”
“BBH?” I ask, at the same time Steve says, “It’s about time!” And I’m the one glaring at him now.
“Yeah, Big Boy Hayes. It’s what the media calls him,” Em informs me. If they only knew how fitting that name really is, in every sense of the word.Big boy, all right.My face flushes as I think about Silas and everything we did last night.
Emma joins Steve’s side as she examines me. “But really, babe. Are you okay? He didn’t do anything weird or that made you uncomfortable, right? Because even if he’s ridiculously hot and famous, it doesn’t give him a pass to mistreat you.”
