After Marrying My Boss

I still had not answered him. I naively thought that he would let it slide if I remained silent, but Michael was adamant. His hand gently squeezed my waist as he prompted me to reply.

I knew that he was having a blast seeing my flustered state. I had always been conservative when it came to physical intimacy, and Michael had no qualms about taunting me about it.

Embarrassment gave way to irritation. With a cold glare, I snapped, “You know what I mean! Stop asking me!”

He was well aware that I was shy about vocalizing anything sexual, yet he still kept prodding me to say the words. His fondness for teasing me was infuriating.

“Of course, I know what it means, but I want to hear you say it out loud. It would be so much more titillating to hear those words come out of your mouth,” he whispered suggestively.

Puffs of warm breath caressed the nape of my neck, and my heart skipped a beat.

He is doing this on purpose!

“I'm not saying it! Let me go right now. If someone comes in now and sees us like this, how are you going to maintain your reputation?” I questioned, growing more exasperated by the second.

Had we been in the comfort of our homes, I would have allowed him to do as he wished. However, we were at the company, and there were employees bustling around on the other side of the office door. I could not risk us being caught in this indecent state.

“I won't let go! I wasn't satisfied last night, and you still expect me to let you go right now? Impossible!” Michael whined like a petulant child as his arms tightened around me.

“We did it twice last night! How are you not satisfied? Can't you just be normal?”

Ever since we got together that time, I realized that his lust for me had only grown more intense. I was legitimately concerned for his health if we continued with this frequency.

Although he had great libido, it was not an excuse to do it every night. Even a guy jacked up on testosterone would not be able to withstand such intensity.

“So you do know that we only did it twice last night...”

Though I had to admit that twice was not outrageous, from my understanding, having only one round of sexual intercourse was the norm for most spouses.
I still had not answered him. I naively thought that he would let it slide if I remained silent, but Michael was adamant. His hand gently squeezed my waist as he prompted me to reply.

Yet, this man had the gall to emphasize that we “only” had two rounds. Rendered speechless by his audacity, I stared at him, deadpan.

Michael took my silence as submission. It had somehow slipped my notice, but his hand had made its way to my chest. He leaned forward and captured my lips with his own.

I heaved a sigh when I saw his aroused expression. I'll allow him to touch or kiss me, but I can't agree to have intercourse in the office!

Though he might not be afraid of societal judgment, I was! I would rather die than live with the shame of getting caught in the act.

Unfortunately, fate enjoyed messing with me. Just as the thought crossed my mind, I heard a knock on the door. The door swung open before Michael could respond, and in walked Jackson.

Jackson froze on the spot when his gaze landed on our entangled limbs. The blood in my veins turned to ice as my worst fear came true.