Pleasing the Boss

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Chapter 66

I wake the next morning to the smell of breakfast cooking. On any other occasion, I’d think it was Ethan cooking, but I know it’s my mom considering the fact that Ethan is lying next to me snoring his brains out. As I’m lying there, I lay my hand on my stomach and whisper good morning to my baby. I’m still not really showing all that much. I just look like I drank a ton of water or something. I can’t wait for this bloated look to go away so people can actually know that I’m pregnant. I never thought I’d wish I was bigger, but I just want to see the physical proof of my baby. I can’t wait. Sitting up, I stretch a bit before getting up to go pee. I used to be able to wake up on my own, but now my bladder wakes me. Just another one of the perks of having a little person growing against my bladder.

In the bathroom, I take my time starting my day, brushing my teeth, and jumping into the shower. While the water is raining down on me, I think about Anna. I still feel pretty crappy about bursting her bubble with Travis. I know she probably thought he was the first good guy to come along and I had to ruin it for her. Granted, is Travis hadn’t of did what he did, then there wouldn’t have been anything for me to ruin. I would’ve been happy for the two of them. Things just didn’t work out like that though.

I’m rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I hear Ethan come into the bathroom.

“Morning babe.”


“How are you feeling today?”

“Physically, I feel fine. Emotionally, I feel like shit about this Anna thing. I just want her to find someone to make her happy. She deserves so much.”

“I know babe, but you can’t pry into someone’s life. It has to happen on its own.”

“I know, but…”

“No prying, you hear me?”

I roll my eyes and sigh.

“Yeah yeah.” I smirk, crossing my fingers behind my back.

Suddenly, the shower door slides open, making me jump and Ethan is looking at me suspiciously. However, I don’t really care because he’s also naked. My eyes travel down to his lengthy lone and I reach out to grab it. When I wrap my wet fingers around him, tugging him gently, he groans. When he’s under the showerhead with me, his lips slam against mine.

His strong hands press me against the cold tile wall and with one hand, he lifts my right leg up. Wrapping it around him, I stroke his member, feeling it grow in my grasp. We have been so damn busy that sex hasn’t really been on the menu, but now that we’re in this moment, I don’t know how we’ve gone this long.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.” Ethan mumbles deeply into my neck, causing my lower walls to clench in anticipation.

“I want you to fuck me, please.”

“Beg for it, baby.” He groans, taking his rod from my hand and positioning it at my opening. He presses the head against me without pushing it in and I try my hardest to push myself onto him. He’s persistent though.

“Beg.” He looks me square in my eyes.

“Please, Ethan, I want you so bad. I need you inside of me.”

“How bad?”

“So fucking bad.” I groan.

And without warning, he slides into me. I go to yell out, but his hand flies over my mouth before the sound can echo through the bathroom. With his hand muffling my sounds of pleasure, he pulls back and pushes forward deeper this time. When he’s stretched me out, he moves a little faster, but not too fast the way I want it. No, he’s trying to torture me and I love it.

With clouds of steam all around us, Ethan fucks me passionately as if he’s trying to soak me all in. I guess I’m not the only one who has been needing this.

When I begin to feel the pulsing orgasm rise in me, Ethan pulls out and I almost protest, but before I can, he turns me around me, bending me over till my ass is in the air. I brace myself on the small shower seat and Ethan slips back into me. Without him able to cover my mouth, I do it myself, biting down on my palm as he grinds into me.

My head begins to spin as my wall convulse around his thick member and when I feel like I’m about to explode, I reach between my legs and circle my fingers around my aching bud of nerves. As a killer orgasm pounds down on me, I grab a hand towel and bite down on it. Ethan’s hips begin to buck wildly and his nails drag down my back as he explodes. With my legs shaking, they give out causing to slide down to the floor.

“Holy fuck.” I hiss as my core continues to pulse, Ethan’s seed drains down my thigh, and my head spins.

I feel Ethan’s hands pull me up and when I turn around, he holds me against him.

“How are you feeling?” He smirks

“Fucking amazing, babe. I needed that.”

“Who are you telling.”

We both laugh and suddenly, a knock on the bathroom door causes both of us to jump.

“Breakfast is ready, you two.”

I really hope she didn’t hear.

When Ethan and I come down from our highs, we get dressed and go to the kitchen. Rounding the corner to the living room, I see my mother in the kitchen preparing plates for us.

“Did y’all sleep well?”

“Yeah, mom, we slept fine. How’d you sleep?”

“Like a baby. I’m ready to see some sites today.” She beams from ear to ear making me laugh.

“Of course. I’ll call Anna and see if she wants to join.”

“Oh doesn’t she have to work?”

“Eh, I think she can call in. I hear her boss is pretty chill about that.” I look over at Ethan and he raises his eyebrows.

“Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” I smile before leaning in to kiss him.

“Will you be joining us, Ethan?” My mother asks as she puts our plates on the breakfast bar.

“Unfortunately, I can’t. I have an important meeting at the office that I have to take care of. I have to approve some things for the magazine. Boring stuff.”

“Ah, okay. Well, maybe next time.”

“How about I take everyone out to dinner tonight?”

“Sounds good, babe.” I nod and Ethan kisses my forehead.

“Good. I have to get going. Have fun. Call me if you need anything.”

“Will do.” I smile as he takes his plate and fork with him. Typical Ethan.

My mother and I both watch as he leaves and we stare until the front door is completely closed before saying anything. However, when I’m about to speak, she beats me to it.

“I heard you two.”

My eyes fly to her’s and she gives me this amused look.

“Are you serious?”

“As a heart attack.” She winks. “I miss the days of shower nookie.”

“Oh mom, please don’t talk like that.” I cover my ears as she laughs.

“Oh, come on, we’re all grown and it’s not like you don’t know about sex.” Her eyes dart down to my stomach and I roll my eyes.

“Doesn’t mean I want to hear my mother talk about it.”

“Ah, those were the good old days. Sex in the car, grass, shower, kitchen, pool, and in my boyfriend’s parent’s bed.” She beams proudly, while I try not to gag before I get to enjoy my food.

“Just gross, mom.”

“You’ll see dear. When you get old and can’t fit into as many positions, you think about the good old days. Hell, after that baby is born, you’ll think about the good old days.” She chuckles and I shake my head.

We continue to talk about her good old days over breakfast and by the time we finish and get ready to site see, Anna arrives. I’m a little anxious to be around her and I don’t know why. She told me that she isn’t mad about the Travis thing, but my guilt is too strong to let it go and is manifesting things that aren’t real, like her secretly being angry for ruining what they had.

She appears to be her usual bubbly self, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling bad. I push it all aside for the time being to focus on having a good day with my mom. She’s so excited to see all the fun things about the city and a part of me is too considering that I’ve been living here for forever and still haven’t seen most of the famous sites. We quickly appoint Anna as our tour guide and she proceeds to whip out a bunch of tourist guides, handing them to us.

“Ready girls!” She smiles and we nod.

“Good. First place, Macy’s”

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