All Chapters of In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ChrisI’m still seething about seeing that man touch Emma, and yet even I know that it’s ridiculous. I know that I’m being foolish. That this kind of thing happens all the time here and if the girls don’t say anything we don’t fuss about it.Clearly Emma didn’t mind. But as soon as I saw his hand on her ass I saw red. And it seemed like someone or something else took possession of my body. I had to stop it.But from the way she looked at me in that hallway, it’s clear that she didn’t entirely mind my interference either.“So what just happened down there?” Ethan barges into the office and I turn on him with a scowl.“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”“No?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “Because one of our regulars is down there complaining about being accosted by someone who looks a lot like you. I had to get him a drink on the house to get him to stop whining.”“Well if he’s stopped whining it doesn’t matter, does it?”But Ethan isn’t about to let this one go. He’s still staring

For her part she stays completely still, waiting, but her eyes drift closed and I can see the way her chest rises and falls rapidly. She wants it, too.And then I’m not sure who moves first but suddenly she’s in my arms and her lips are on mine. The taste of her envelops everything else so that I don’t care where I am or what’s happening around me. Don’t care about the music that filters in through the speakers or the paperwork on my desk that I was working on. I just want her.It’s like every other time that I’ve had her, where it feels almost like the first time all over.This time I simply pick her up, and carry her behind my desk, sitting down in the chair and pulling her down to straddle my lap.The flimsy skirt of her work uniform is easy to shove out of the way so that I can feel her closer, but still not close enough. And she seems to feel the same way because her hands are immediately at my shirt, pulling it up and over my head. And then I feel them at my belt, reaching to fr

Walking into the club for my shift, I’m not sure how exactly I feel.I finished getting ready for work on autopilot as well, and now that I’m here I’m still feeling somewhat numb.Was this the result I wanted? I’m not really sure.It’s only been a few weeks, after all.“Emma? Are you all right?”“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reply, barely even registering who’s talking to me or what they’re really saying. All I know is that I’m going to need to talk to Chris at some point. He needs to be updated about everything, right? No matter what happens?My evening seems like it rushes by, mostly because I have no idea what’s happening. All I know is that my head is spinning and I’m certain that all of this was a mistake. Signing a contract saying I would get pregnant? What was I thinking?“Emma?” This time when I look up, it’s Chris. Chris, who is giving me a concerned look and I feel my heart melting slightly.No. Don’t be stupid. He’s not really concerned about you. And even if he was, it’s just becaus

As the days go by, however, it doesn’t ease my desire for her. Instead, it seems to make that desire even worse. Perhaps because it’s not actually getting any level of fulfillment.We’ve fallen into a routine, however. We watch TV at night and I try desperately not to think about that body under whatever casual clothes she’s wearing. Because when I allow my mind to picture her naked, sprawled out on my bed, it only makes me crazy wanting her. And then I have to suffer through the rest of the evening and the night thinking about having her.For her part, however, she seems to be doing just fine. Sitting there in the living room each night like nothing at all. Making it through her days at work just fine. Acting like everything is normal. And perhaps for her it is. Other than the being pregnant part, obviously.“I went to my first appointment today,” she says one evening, staring at the book in her hands rather than at me.“And?”“Everything is fine. She says it’s too early to do much o

Chris“I can just see you getting into all kinds of trouble as a kid,” she laughs and I can’t help but smile.It’s been different having her here. From the start it was different, of course. I’m not accustomed to having my sexual partners live in my home. But I’m even less used to having women I’m not in a sexual relationship with living in my home. Sitting here, eating dinner together before work feels … comfortable.“Trust me, there was a whole lot of trouble going on. But it wasn’t all me. My sister got into quite a bit too.”“That’s Wendy, right?”“Right,” I agree, though I’m surprised that she remembers my sister’s name. They only barely met one time, after all.“She didn’t seem like the type to get into a lot of trouble.”I frown at that and shake my head. “She didn’t used to be like this, stuck-up and snobbish. That’s new since she met her husband.”“Is he like that?”“The weird thing is he’s not. He’s just from a rich family so she thinks she needs to act that way. To show off