All Chapters of In Bed With Her Shithead Boss: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

His breath was warm against her hair, his chest resting against her back, one of his arms wrapped protectively around her belly and their baby.She shifted slightly. Her thighs were really aching now, and he groaned softly behind her.“Don’t move yet,” he murmured. “I like this too much.”“We smell like sex,” she said into his skin.“We do,” he agreed without shame.Her stomach growled softly, but before she could say anything, Luca shifted behind her, kissed her shoulder, and rolled to his feet. He walked around the bed and crouched beside her.“What are you doing?”“Carrying you to the bathroom.”She blinked. “I can walk.”He smirked. “You say that now.”Before she could argue, he scooped her into his arms, one hand behind her back, the other beneath her thighs. She let out a quiet laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck.“Show off.”“Absolutely.”He carried her into the connected bathroom, still warm from the sun that filtered through the frosted glass windows.Luca set her down

The Cyber10 office felt different as they stepped inside, everyone tense and watchful… not surprising really when no one could log into the system. Employees looked up as they passed, their gazes following Luca and Sutton with barely concealed curiosity.Shit, she had made a mistake by coming into the office with him.“We shouldn’t have come in together… People are staring,” Sutton murmured as they walked toward the elevator. “Also, they’re likely worried about the lockdown.”Luca nodded almost imperceptibly. “Good. Let them be worried.” But he didn’t say anything about them arriving together.The elevator doors opened, revealing Jake inside. His eyebrows shot up when he saw them there. He looked between Luca and Sutton, but he quickly schooled his expression, hiding any thoughts he had about it and didn’t say anything.“Boss,” he greeted Luca, then nodded to Sutton. “Morning. Or afternoon, I guess.”“Jake,” Luca returned evenly. “What’s happening?”“Systems are still in lockdown as y

They didn’t speak during the elevator ride to Luca’s office. The sexual tension between them—and the tension from the confrontation with Nicole was still hummed through her body. Sutton watched the floor numbers light up one by one, her mind racing through everything that had just happened. The revelation, Nicole’s face as she realized she’d been caught, the stunned expressions of the executives around the table.When the doors opened on the executive floor, Luca placed his hand gently on the small of her back, guiding her toward his office. The gesture felt both protective and intimate, making her skin warm beneath the fabric of her dress.His assistant looked up as they approached.“Hold all my calls, Kate,” Luca instructed. “We’re not to be disturbed.”“Yes, sir,” the young woman replied, looking between them curiously.Inside his office, Luca closed the door and leaned against it for a moment, breathing out slowly. He looked tired, the weight of betrayal evident by the look on his

Keira drove as she did everything else, with supreme confidence. Sutton thought it might be because she was the youngest. She had been very young when their parents had died.While Keira told her about what had happened at the party she attended with her boss last night…“So then this diplomat’s wife shows up,” Keira was saying, barely slowing for a yellow light that she could have stopped for, “wearing the exact same designer dress as the ambassador’s mistress… who wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place and I swear to God, Sutton, you could’ve cut the tension with a knife. It wasn’t that the wife didn’t know something was going on. But golden rule never have them in the room at the same time. I would say after that little stunt the mistress is on the way out. The wife’s family is the one with the money.”Sutton gripped the door handle as Keira took a corner too fast. “Fascinating. Could you please focus on the road before you kill us both? I’d like my baby to actually make it

Sutton woke to the soft buzz of her phone against her nightstand. “Oof,” she mumbled, pressing her palm against the spot where the baby had kicked. “Take it easy in there, would you? Mama’s ribs aren’t punching bags.”She squinted at her phone screen through bleary eyes. 6:30 AM. A text from Luca.Luca: Good morning. About the appointment this afternoon, we can go together from the office.She groaned, flopping her head back against the pillow. The doctor’s appointment. Today she’d officially hit the seven-month mark, and her body hadn’t let her forget it. Her back ached constantly. Her ankles disappeared by mid-afternoon. And sleep? That was becoming a distant memory, thanks to a baby who thought nighttime was the perfect opportunity for gymnastics practice.Sutton typed a quick reply with clumsy morning fingers before attempting to haul herself out of bed. What used to be a simple sit-up motion had transformed into an ungraceful roll-to-the-edge-and-slide maneuver that made her feel