Alle Kapitel von Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Kapitel 251 – Kapitel 260

The voice came from directly behind me.I jolted, my spine going rigid. I’d been sitting so long my legs had gone numb, and when I tried to stand, I wobbled precariously.A tall shadow fell over me, accompanied by the scent of my own shower gel. Strong hands slid under my arms and I was lifted effortlessly off the ground.My face was suddenly level with an expanse of bare chest, visible through the parted V of a black silk dressing gown.He’d showered.He was wearing a robe.Where did he get a robe?! Did he bring an overnight bag? Was the whole thing premeditated?Every coherent thought evaporated. My breath hitched, a purely physical reaction to the sheer, unabashed masculinity of him standing there, holding me, smelling of my bathroom and looking like every forbidden fantasy I’d ever tried to suppress.He carried me out of the room as easily as if I were the kitten, kicking the door closed with his foot. From inside, we heard a tiny, puzzled ‘Mew?’He took me to the master bedroom.H

His hands – those intelligent, commanding hands I’d watched sign billion-pound deals – were now doing something infinitely more devastating, mapping my skin with a reverence that made my breath catch.He was everywhere, and yet not quite where I needed him most, the exquisite torture of his patience drawing a thin, wanting whimper from my throat.Lochlan shifted his weight, his eyes never leaving mine as he moved between my thighs.‘I was there when you went inside The Silver Dove,’ he said, his voice a low, rough vibration that I felt in my own chest.What?I tried to speak, but he pressed a thumb against my lower lip to silence me.‘I watched you choose them,’ he continued. ‘I watched you wonder if they would be enough. I’m going to make sure you never have to look at a piece of plastic again. I’m going to make you forget you ever thought you needed anything else.’He didn’t wait for a response.He lowered himself, his chest brushing against my breasts with a friction that made my to

The rest of the morning passed with an eerie, business-as-usual calm.It figured. Once Lochlan was in work mode, a troupe of naked showgirls could perform the can-can on his desk and he’d probably just ask them to move aside. His ability to compartmentalise was frankly supernatural.He had a client lunch booked. I promptly delegated it to Kai, citing ‘other pressing matters.’The moment the clock hit one, I was out the door. I grabbed a quick, solitary sandwich, then made a beeline for a pharmacy.Last night we’d used protection, but my internal calendar was screaming that I was slap-bang in the middle of my fertile window. I wasn’t taking any chances.I bought the little pill, tucked it into my bag like a secret, and headed back to the office.The executive floor was quiet. I went to the kitchen to make a coffee. My phone rang just as I was about to leave. Portia’s name flashed on the screen. I set my mug down and perched on a nearby stool.‘Hey,’ I answered.‘Darling,’ Portia purred.

Josh emerged from the kitchen. Portia thrust a sleek shopping bag into his hands.‘For you, birthday boy.’Josh’s face lit up with a smile so genuine it was almost blinding. ‘Portia, thank you!’ He peered into the bag, his delight growing. ‘Oh, wow! I love this brand.’He pulled out a soft, heather-grey cashmere blend sweater from a notoriously understated but exorbitant luxury label.‘Try it on,’ Portia said.He shucked off his apron, then grabbed the hem of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head.My eyes, entirely against my will, flickered across his exposed torso.Huh. I’d always thought of him as lanky, all long limbs and eager energy. But without the loose shirt, he was… surprisingly defined. Lean muscles corded his stomach and arms. He wasn’t bulky, but he was clearly someone who took care of himself.A low, quiet voice spoke directly into my ear. ‘Enjoying the view?’I forced my gaze down to my wine glass. ‘I wasn’t looking at anything.’Lochlan’s whisper was a private, velvet

Noel called again.Straight to voicemail. Cary had switched his phone off.What the hell?Did Cary expect me to babysit his… whatever she was.Janine darted behind Lochlan and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist like a starving octopus.Lochlan’s eyes narrowed.I’ll give him credit, he only flinched a little.But the displeasure that settled on his features was immediate and profound.He reached down, pried her hands off. ‘No.’It was like telling the tide not to come in.The moment he stepped away, Janine just beamed and latched right back on, this time clutching his arm.He detached her again, taking a longer stride towards the sofa.She giggled and bounded after him.It was like watching a very tall, very expensive matador being chased by a jubilant, brightly dressed bull.I couldn’t help it. A snort of laughter escaped me.Lochlan shot me a look over his shoulder, those pale eyes narrowed. The message was clear: Help. Or you’re next.Alright, alright. Wiping the smirk off my