My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

“Soon.”

I would have agreed to anything he wanted to get him to thrust deeper, but I meant it with all my heart when I said, “Yes, soon. Maybe a week or two after graduation. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“Thank fuck.”

He finally punched his hips forward, his hard length forcing my inner walls apart and sending zings of pleasure across all my nerve endings. His gaze burned into mine as he moved in and out of me. Although his pace was hard and fast, I felt as though he was worshiping my body with his. We’d had sex many times already, but this felt special. More intimate somehow.

I wanted this moment to last forever, but another orgasm was already building in my body. My hips kept lifting to meet his. “I’m so close,” I gasped out.

“Give me another one, sweet girl, so I can fill you with my come.”

Leaning forward, he captured my lips. The shift of his body changed the angle of his cock, making it hit my G-spot on his next stroke. Intense pleasure coursed through my veins, and I flew over the edge, taking him with me. With my pussy clamped hard around his cock, he anchored himself deep. I felt the hot splashes of his come against my inner walls, and they lengthened my release.

When my shudders finally subsided, I could barely keep my eyes open. “It’s okay, Isabella. Take a nap. I’ll be right here.”

Just like with everything else we did in bed, my body listened to Beau’s command, and I drifted off to sleep in his arms—my favorite place in the world.

Epilogue

Beau

My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I drove up the gravel road that led to our home. Isabella was standing on the porch talking to one of the new ranch hands. He was a kid, no more than twenty, and his future was looking pretty fucking dark if he didn’t stop ogling my wife.

I’d been forced to take a two-day trip to try a case in another state, and Isabella was just past the point where she couldn’t fly. I wouldn’t have gone, but her mother had agreed to stay with her while I was away, and my bombshell practically shoved me out the door.

Which I was still irritated about. But now that I was home, all I wanted to do was grab my sweet girl up in my arms and drink in her scent before sinking inside her and taking a nap. Instead, I was greeted by some little shit who had moved even closer to my very pregnant wife.

To be fair, Isabella looked radiant in a yellow sundress with spaghetti straps that clung to her ample tits and sexy baby bump before falling to her ankles. Her hair was piled on top of her head, and her cute feet were bare.

I couldn’t blame the guy for liking what he saw, but I was about to kill him for the lust written all over his face.

I slammed the door of my car, making them both jump. Isabella spun around, and her smile stretched from ear to ear as she ran down the steps and flew toward me. I caught her in my arms and kissed her, pouring all of my love, desire, and possession into it.

Isabella moaned, and it snapped me out of the moment because the thought of anyone else hearing her sounds of passion made me feel homicidal.

“Fuck, I missed you, sweet girl,” I grunted as I buried my head in her neck and inhaled deeply. I didn’t care if the Pope was on trial. I wasn’t going on any more trips without taking my bombshell with me.

“Me, too,” she said breathlessly. “So much.”

“Let’s go inside, and you can show me how much,” I growled playfully, giving her round ass a little pat.

She giggled, and I dropped an arm over her shoulders before walking us back toward the house. The ranch hand was still standing there, but when he clocked my expression, he looked away guiltily and shuffled his feet.

When we reached the porch, I stopped in front of him. “As if the giant rock on her finger and the swollen belly weren’t enough of a reason not to flirt with my wife, the fact that she’s your boss didn’t occur to you as a really fucking bad idea?”

“He wasn’t flirting—”

I tucked Isabelle into my side and kissed her temple, slightly amused at her indignant tone. “You keep on believing that, sweet girl.” Then I scowled at the ranch hand and barked, “Get the hell off my land. And I better not see you within a mile of my wife and children. Ever.”

The kid nodded and took off without a word.

“Was that really necessary?” Isabella huffed with exasperation.

I dropped my gaze to her beautiful face, and when I saw the heat burning in them, my cock sprang to life. “You know my jealousy turns you on, baby,” I said in a low, sexy growl that I knew made her wet.

Her cheeks turned pink, but a smirk curled her pouty lips. “Maybe.”

I laughed and swept her up into my arms, carried her into the house, and made love to her until we were both exhausted and spent.