Page 90 of My Favorite Boss

In the elevator, I was impatient. I opened the door of the condo, struck once again with the odd feeling of knowing someone was waiting for me. I found Magnolia on the sofa, curled up, Hedgy sleeping on her hip. He woke, seeing me, standing and stretching, offering me a little meow. I picked him up, amused how he burrowed into me. I sat on the coffee table, staring at Magnolia. She was in one of my T-shirts, her hair a dark swath on the leather around her face. She had one hand tucked under her cheek, and she looked comfortable.

I had been half hard all the way home, planning on fucking her as soon as I walked in the door. But when I looked at her, a wave of tenderness washed over me. The need to look after her, care for her, overrode any physical desires I had been feeling. I carefully scooped her off the sofa, carrying her to my room and laying her on the bed. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open and a sweet smile curving her lips.

“You’re home,” she whispered.

I pressed a kiss to her head. “I am. Go back to sleep. I’ll be right there.”

With a quiet sigh, she shut her eyes. I headed to the en suite and had a fast shower, feeling better once the heat hit my tired muscles. Back in my room, I had to smile at the sight. Magnolia curled up on her side and on the pillow draped over her head, Hedgy.

I chuckled as I slid in beside her, and she nestled against me. The kitten immediately got up, walked over, turned around, and nestled into my neck, purring loudly.

My plans were screwed. Nothing I had hoped for was going to happen, yet I was strangely content. A feeling of home filled me—something I had never experienced before now. It was an odd sensation, but I liked it.

I shut my eyes, letting sleep find me.

I woke in the early morning, my body on fire and the incredible awareness of Magnolia’s mouth wrapped around my dick, teasing me.

I reached down, grasping her hair in my hands and groaning her name.

She sucked, licking at my shaft.

“Good morning,” she breathed out, making me shiver.

“It is now,” I gasped as she took me deep, the suction and feel of her throat around me overwhelming.

I tugged on her hair gently. “I missed you.” She swallowed around me, and I arched my back off the bed. “I missed this. Do that again, baby. Please.”

She did, and I hissed with pleasure.

“You are far too good at that,” I rumbled.

She made a sound, the vibration around my dick highlighting the pleasure.

“Straddle me,” I demanded. “I want to play with you.”

Without releasing me, she moved, straddling my torso as she kept sucking me. She was wet for me, her sweet center drenched and glistening. I teased her clit, and she moaned around my shaft. I played with her, inserting two fingers, using my thumb to strum her hard nub. She pushed back against my fingers, working herself.

“Take what you need, baby,” I praised. “Come for me. Suck me until I come. Like that.” I pressed my head into the pillow, arching myself closer to her perfect mouth. “Yes. Just. Like. That.”

She started to shake, and I sped up my movements. She cupped my balls, teasing them, taking me deeper than I had ever been, and my orgasm hit me. Powerful. Hard. Exploding through me like a volcano, destroying everything in its path. I came in her mouth, groaning her name, praising her, cursing, gripping her hips, and then as she slowly released me, I pulled her to my mouth and returned the favor. Soon, she was crying out, her musky release and wild noises filling my mouth and the room. I locked her down, pinning her to my chest until she was whimpering, begging me, coming a second time before collapsing.

We were breathing heavily. Messy. The bed around us was a disaster. I had knocked over the lamp, pulled the sheets off the mattress, and I had no idea where a couple of the pillows were.

It was perfect.

“Welcome home,” she mumbled.

I pressed a kiss to her curvy ass, drawing in the skin and leaving a mark. Why I liked to do that with her, I had no idea, but I did enjoy it.

“Best homecoming ever,” I replied.

She rolled off me, turning and curling up on my chest, meeting my eyes. Her eyes were damp, her hair a mess, and her lips swollen. A small trace of come was at the corner of her mouth.

I traced her lips. “Hello, Maggie darling.”

She smiled, the expression in her eyes so soft I could have drowned in them.

“Hello, my Alex.”