Page 58 of Demon Boss' Baby Load
Duke’s fingers landed on Nat’s hard length, squeezing it. Nat’s breath punched out of him.
He must’ve jerked too violently; Duke lifted his phone off Nat’s back.
“That should wrap things up,” Duke growled. “Send me the details by email.”
He ended the call and flung his phone onto the couch, before rolling Nat under himself and fucking him roughly.
Nat came so hard, he blacked out for a few seconds.
“Fuck, this is how all meetings should go,” Duke growled into Nat’s hair. “Your sweet ass wrapped around me, taking every last drop of my cum.”
“You can go again?” Nat asked breathlessly.
“When you keep clenching around me every single time I moved? Nat, babe. I’ve been ready to fuck another load into you this entire meeting.”
He pinned Nat down and plowed into him, teeth bared, eyes flashing, until Nat shuddered and came. Duke followed him over the edge, pulsing deep.
“This is crazy,” Nat mumbled into the leather couch when he could think again. It was wet with drool and he didn’t even care. “I’m supposed to be working.”
Duke leaned sideways against the couch’s backrest. “Youareworking. You’re being paid for this.”
“Somehow, I feel like work should be harder than ‘being fucked out of my mind.’”
Duke laughed. “I could find a way to make itharder.” He rolled his hips.
“Oh, gods.” Nat moaned.
Duke slipped his hand under Nat’s shirt, rubbing his sides and belly. “You feel really good. So much for me to hold.”
Nat blushed. “Oh.”
How long would Duke continue to want this? Would he be this intimate with his next personal assistant, too?
Nat shoved away that worry when Duke nuzzled his hair. This wasn’t something he should be thinking about. His priority was Wanda. And earning some money for himself.
Duke had hired him for sex, and it would end whenever his job did. Whatever softness happened with Duke, it was temporary. Nat had known this going in.
So why did it make a pit of emptiness open up in his stomach?
“Nat?” Duke frowned, pulling away. “Is there something wrong?”
Nat shook his head. “Just... feeling weird.”
Duke cursed and began patting him down. “Did I hurt you? Fuck, you should’ve told me if I was being too rough.”
“No, no! That’s not it. You were perfect.” Nat grabbed Duke’s large hand, stopping him. “I’m okay.”
Duke continued to frown.
It wasn’t as though Nat could tellhis bossthat he wanted this job forever, that he wanted to stay with Duke always.
“No, it’s just... I’ve been in here pretty long. There’s probably a bunch of stuff that’s piled up and urgent,” Nat said weakly.
Duke frowned. “Hubrie should be working on it.”
“Oh. But it isn’t really his job, right? That’s why you hired me.”
Duke sighed. His knot had receded; he slid out of Nat and untangled their limbs slowly, brushing Nat’s hair away from his face. “I hate to admit it, but you’re right.”
