Page 31 of SEALED By the Boss

The darkness left her eyes as she blinked in disbelief. “Really?”

“Yes. After I left the army.” She still didn’t look like she believed me, but I continued, “Sometimes, it’s hard for your body to find a new normal when you’ve been through something difficult. Therapy can help with that.”

She frowned like she didn’t fully believe what I was saying but didn’t want to completely turn me down. After a few more moments, she stood aside and ushered me in. “I’ll get some plates.”

During dinner, we talked a little more, but she kept the topic light and away from therapy. I let her avoid it for now.

Ultimately though, we would need to confront it.

She yawned three times during dinner, and I figured one night’s sleep wasn’t enough to get her well-rested. So, after she was done eating and when she stood up to take the dishes, I walked to her and swept her off her feet.

She yelped a little in surprise, then kicked her feet.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, struggling as I carried her toward the stairs. “Where are we going?”

“To bed,” I told her. “You still look exhausted. And left to me, you wouldn’t have gone to work this morning at all.”

“Let me go. I have to work to live, don’t I?”

“We’ll see about that,” was all I said.

And despite her protests, she fell asleep nearly the same minute I tucked her in.

FIFTEEN

TILLIE

For the second morning in a row, I woke up from what was possibly the most restful sleep I’d ever had in my life.

Again I didn’t want to draw myself out of sleep and didn’t want the comfort to end, but I didn’t have a choice. Even in my subconscious, I knew it was too good to be true, and the dream had to end sometime. Still, I remembered tendrils of it, of Ezra’s lips running down my body and his hands controlling my waist as his giant cock slipped inside me, stretching me until I screamed.

I could taste his skin on my tongue, from where I bit down as the pleasure became too sharp to handle. I could hear the sounds as he moved. I squeezed my legs shut at the thought of it.

In the dream, I was staring into his eyes, which were flashing gray storms filled with torturous pleasure.

“Fuck,” he groaned darkly as he slowly moved inside me, withdrawing and pushing in again as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from me. “Fuck.”

His eyes squeezed shut, giving him the look of a wild animal about to devour me, held back by only a thin veneer of civility.

And a part of me wanted to strip that from him, wanting to crack that last strain of his control and see what he was like when he let himself move.

Because I had a feeling the beast was the only thing that could cure the want that was raging through me with a vengeance, the fire that burned at the pit of my stomach.

But before I could find satisfaction, I drifted back to consciousness and woke up, my eyes fluttering open slowly.

I didn’t know what woke me up at first until I looked up to see that Ezra was also awake.

And his eyes blazed with the same kind of pain they’d had in my dreams.

Sometime during the night, I had rolled on top of his body, and now, I could feel something hard and heavy nudging my legs apart.

My heart thudded heavily in my chest, and the whole atmosphere was filled with the flames of our fantasies.

I tried to move off him, but his hand tightened around my waist, holding me still.

“Stay,” he said like I was a dog. I opened my mouth to say something smart to lighten the mood, but he shook his head, his jaw flexing.I’m not completely in control, his eyes seemed to say. And I could tell as much from the strain on his muscles. I knew this wasn’t the time to start anything with him.

“Give me a minute,” he said as he shut his eyes. His chest rose and fell dramatically, and it took me a few seconds to realize he was doing breathing exercises.

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