Big Boss by Cassie Mint
Nine
Daphne
Two years later
I turn the box over in my hands, inspecting my wrapping before I tuck it under the tree. Damn it. I can never get the corners to fold nicely. My mouth twists, and I pick up another one.
“What are you frowning about down there?”
My scowl melts away, and I beam at the gift in my hand without looking up. Even now, his rumbly voice makes me feel all glittery inside. Two big legs come to a halt next to me, and I feel tiny beside him.
“I’m critiquing my poor wrapping.”
“That doesn’t sound fun.”
I snort. “Oh, it is. It’s my holiday tradition.” I glance over at his legs. Dark work pants. “The big boss has finished for the night, huh?”
Jacob always works so hard. There are a lot of late nights in his office. I should know—I like to visit on nights I’m not teaching piano, then end most of them spread over his desk with his dark head buried between my thighs, the city lights winking all around us.
He grunts a yes. “Kate will be here soon.”
I glance at the clock on the mantel, chewing my lip. “Well… not that soon.”
There’s a moment of stillness. Then his low growl sends heat prickling over my skin, my thighs clenching against the ache building between them. When Jacob bends to scoop me up, I’m already reaching for him, winding my arms around his neck, and he carries me so carefully to the sofa, mindful of my rounded belly.
“You’re nearly bigger than me now.”
I smack his shoulder, hissing out a laugh. “Shut up!”
“I’m sorry, Mrs Callahan. It’s the truth.”
It’s not. Even five months pregnant, he still towers over me; still has forearms as thick as my thighs.
“You’ll have to carry me to bed tonight.”
“Shut. Up.”
He grins, chasing my mouth for a hungry kiss. His beard is soft against my cheeks, his tongue sliding against mine, and I sigh into his mouth.
This man. This man.
He’s better than any of my daydreams.
Jacob lowers me onto the sofa cushions like I’m the most precious thing he ever held… then tugs my leggings down and pushes my thighs wide with delicious roughness. He crowds over me, trapping me with his broad shoulders, his bulk, and I’m pinned beneath him.
Helpless. Just how I like it.
“You can’t possibly want to do this again.” My breath hitches, my fingers winding through his hair as he lowers down. “You must be sick of it by now.”
He shakes his head, speaking directly into my pussy. “You know big men love to eat.”
I wheeze out a laugh, then tip my head back against the sofa. The string lights glitter on the tree, and my blood rushes in my ears.
“Oh god.” I roll my hips against his tongue. “Jacob.”
He groans, and it vibrates right down to my soul.
I love him. I love this. It’s nothing like I dreamed it would be…
It’s more.
* * *Thank you for reading Big Boss! I hope you loved it. I’m a sucker for a hefty hero.
For more burly goodness, check out Big Biker! I’m used to princes and stockbrokers. The ruthless elite. But it’s the burly biker who catches my eye.
