My Father's Boss (The Family Affairs)

“Falling for him?” he echoed.

I looked up at Beau and smiled as I finally said the words that had been in my heart almost the whole time I’d known him. “I love you so much.”

There was so much emotion in his gorgeous blue eyes that I almost cried. Then again, maybe that was just the pregnancy hormones. Or both. “I love you too, my sweet girl. More than you can possibly know.”

I lost my battle against the tears and sniffled, burying my face in his chest as I cried. “It’s too damn hard to stay angry when my daughter is crying her heart out like that. Do something, man.”

Beau stroked my back and told me everything was going to be okay, but I stayed right where I was so the two most important men in my life wouldn’t realize my dad’s grumbled words had turned my tears into laughter. If I had realized all I’d needed to do was cry to get him to back off, I would’ve done it at the start of the argument. But now that he was seeing reason, I wanted to give him and Beau a moment to bond over how uncomfortable they were with my tears.

“Her mom was like this when she was pregnant. For nine long months, she cried at the drop of a hat.”

“Fuck,” Beau groaned. I couldn’t mask my giggles any longer. Cupping the back of my head, he tilted it back so he could see my face. “You think that’s funny, sweet girl?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Laugh now, but you’re the one who gets to tell your mother about Beau and the baby,” my dad muttered.

His threat didn’t worry me at all. “Mom is going to be too excited about becoming a grandmother to worry about how it happened.”

My dad sagged as though all the air had left his body. “I’m going to be a grandfather.”

Beau smiled down at me. “You better get to work on planning our wedding, Isabella. Now that your dad knows about us and you’re carrying my baby, I’m not going to wait long to legally make you mine.”

Butterflies swirled in my belly as I quirked a brow and asked, “Is that your way of proposing?”

“I’m not asking, sweet girl.” He reached inside the inner pocket of his suit coat and pulled out a jewelry box. Flipping the lid open with his thumb, he pulled out a ring and slid it on my finger. “I’m telling you we’re getting married.”

“Kind of how you told me I was pregnant?” I whispered as I stared down at the huge diamond he’d given me.

“Yes, and exactly how I’m telling you that we’re leaving so we can properly celebrate our engagement.”

My dad made a strangled sound in his throat and shot up from his chair. “I’ll go tell Lola and Susie that I’ll be taking over a few of your meetings today.”

Looking up, I whispered, “Love you, Daddy.”

“Love you too, Izzy.” He stopped next to us and brushed a kiss against my forehead before glaring at Beau. “You better take damn good care of her.”

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation in Beau’s voice as he said, “I will.”

After my dad stomped out of the conference room, Beau swept me off my feet and ignored the curious stares as he carried me past everyone and out to his car. When he got inside, he growled, “Don’t say a single word until we get home. With my ring on your finger and my baby in your belly, I’m fresh out of patience. I don’t trust myself not to pull over and take you on the side of the road somewhere.”

Pressing my lips together, I spent the next ten minutes trying to come up with a safe way to make the new fantasy he’d just sparked come true. I’d finally decided we might need to take a little drive in the countryside the next time we were at the ranch when we arrived at our building. But I kept that little plan to myself as Beau climbed out of the car, stalked around to my side, and lifted me out before striding toward the elevator. We didn’t even kiss on the way up, but my panties were drenched as he walked through the apartment and headed straight for the master bedroom.

“Dress off. Leave the panties,” he ordered, gently placing me in the middle of the mattress.

I ate him up with my eyes while we both stripped, my breath catching in my throat when he was completely naked, his hard-on bobbing against his abdomen. He crawled on the mattress to settle between my splayed legs, and a shiver of anticipation raced up my spine at the heat in his blue eyes. His breath was hot against my core as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of my panties and growled, “This is going to be fast, sweet girl. I’m desperate to be inside you.”

When he ripped the satiny fabric from my body, I let out a cry and threaded my fingers through his thick dark hair as he ate my pussy like he was starving for it. As though he hadn’t gotten his fill just this morning. Using his tongue, fingers, and teeth, he quickly forced me higher and higher. My body was taut as he thrust two fingers into my tight channel and grunted, “Give it to me, Isabella. Need to make you come so I can take you.”

“So close,” I panted.

“My sweet, good girl.”

He sucked my clit into his mouth, and my release crashed over me. “Beau! Yes!”

I was still riding the crest of my orgasm as he positioned himself over my body, notching the tip of his dick at my entrance. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I mewled, but he didn’t move an inch. Instead, he stared down at me and murmured, “You’re going to marry me and give me all the babies I want, aren’t you, Isabella?”

“Yes,” I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders.