Mr. Hot Boss To Go (A Forbidden Romance)

“Fuck Natalie, I’ll never be able to get enough.”

But that’s when my eyes open to see a shadow by the door. What the hell?

I sit up, even in my daze, and let out an ear-splitting scream.

“What is it baby?” Rowan moans through his pleasure. “Oh shit!” he yells himself when he catches sight of the woman by the door. But it’s too late because we’ve already summited the cliff and he continues pumping into my bottom. I can literally see the vein in his cock throbbing as he dumps load after load of boiling seed into my hotly clenching anus. The woman then disappears, but not without a sneer of disappointment on her face.

Afterwards, we stare at each other panting. Quickly, he pulls out as a huge glop of white liquid drips from my ass onto the glass table.

“OMG,” I squeak, scrambling off before pulling my outfit back on. “Who was it? Did they see anything?”

Rowan shakes his head, pulling his suit pants up.

“No worries, it was just one of the board members. She probably didn’t see anything because she’s about seventy and very myopic. Don’t worry, it’s fine,” he said in a convincing voice.

I’m not so sure about that though because Rowan and I were going at it hard, and without abandon. Still, Rowan’s the boss right? So what can she do? Besides, this was my last day, so I’m leaving with a bang, literally.

“Come on, baby,” Rowan growled, taking my hand and leading me into the corridor before pressing a quick kiss to my hair. “We were fast, and no one even knows we were gone. You go first.”

With an unsteady gait, I return to the party and manage to make a bit of small talk with my unsuspecting co-workers. I didn’t see the elderly woman, thank god, and was able to slip away after another hour or so of chit chat. But instead of going straight to my boyfriend’s penthouse, I decided to go home for a change.

“Hey, look who it is!” Sierra greeted as I walked in through the door. “Long time no see!” But then her expression grew concerned. “You okay, honey? You look a little pale.”

I managed to stumble to our couch and sit.

“I feel a little sick but it’s probably because I ate something bad at the party. Who knows what those caterers put into their hors d’oeuvres?”

Sierra frowns.

“What did you eat? Because you were feeling sick last Sunday when we talked too. It’s been a week of being ill, Nats, and you know that’s not good.”

I merely smooth my hand over my stomach and shoot her a faint smile.

“No no, I’m fine. I actually felt good most of the day. It’s only early in the morning and late at night that my stomach starts getting funky. It must have been that artichoke dip. I knew there was something wrong with it as soon as I tasted it.”

But Sierra’s like a dog with a bone and shoots me a strange look.

“So, in the morning you’re feeling sick?”

I stare right back at her and sigh.

“No, don’t even go there. I know what you’re thinking, my friend, and it can’t happen because I’m on the pill.”

But my buddy shoots me a look.

“Yes, but have you been taking them every day at the same time? I know you’ve been caught up with your new boyfriend, hon, and things get hot when you’re with a new man.”

“Sierra, I don’t know, stop. I don’t feel good. Okay, maybe I missed a few of them while at Rowan’s. Nothing crazy though and I’m not preggers. Stop being so dramatic.”

“Okay, okay,” she acceded. “You know your body best, girlfriend, and you know I support you no matter what.”

Then, our conversation turned to lighter things before I excused myself to get ready for bed. Honestly though, I was exhausted and my level of lethargy was truly epic. I suppose I can blame it on trying to prepare for the new semester, the non-stop sex I have with my boyfriend, and managing my internship too. But still, it’s crazy, right? I’m only twenty. I should be able to keep my eyes open past 8 p.m. at least.

But that’s when Sierra knocked and poked her head into my room.

“I know, I know, I’m a nosy bitch,” she begins, “but I just found this in my drawer and I think you should use it.”

I yawn, stretching my arms over my head.

“What? What time is it?” I sat up trying to get my eyes to open. “It feels like the middle of the night. What could be so important?”

My friend sighs.

“Hon, it’s a pregnancy test and I think you should take it because your boobs are huge. You’re grumpy and nauseous, not to mention physically exhausted. Take the test, Natalie.”

I shake my head.

“Can we just go to sleep? It’s been a really long day and I can’t do this right now.”