Page 85 of Claimed By the Boss
He stands instead, comes around the desk, and the look on his face is something I haven’t seen from him before, not the controlled intensity of every other moment between us, something rawer and considerably less certain of itself.
His hand finds my jaw. I let him tip my face up toward his.
The tenderness fractures into something sharper, hungrier. Zane pulls me in and kisses me like he has been starving for this exact moment.
There’s nothing careful about it this time. His mouth claims mine, deep and demanding, and I kiss him back just as fiercely, my hands fisting in his dress shirt. All the months of push and pull, of almosts and what-ifs, pour out between us in the golden light flooding his office.
He walks me backward until my hips hit the edge of his desk. Papers scatter. Neither of us cares. His hands slide down mybody, gripping my waist, then lower to my ass, pulling me hard against him so I can feel how much he wants me.
“Say it again,” he rasps against my mouth, voice low and rough.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.
He groans and spins me around, bending me forward over the desk. My palms press against the cool wood.
He yanks my skirt up over my hips in one rough motion, exposing my thighs and lace underwear. His hand comes down in a firm, sharp spank on my ass. The sting blooms hot across my skin and I gasp, arching back into him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice thick. Another spank lands on the other cheek, harder this time. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
He smooths his palm over the marks he just left, then reaches around to cup the gentle swell of my belly. His touch is possessive but reverent, fingers spreading wide over the curve that has become much more obvious these last weeks. He leans over me, chest against my back, and presses a hot kiss to the side of my neck.
“Look at you,” he says, voice dark and low against my ear. “Carrying my child and still choosing to stay. So fucking beautiful like this.”
I moan softly at his words and the way his hand keeps stroking over my belly. He spanks me again, lighter this time, then slides his fingers between my legs, pushing my underwear aside. I’m already soaked. He groans when he feels it and circles my clit with two fingers before pushing them inside me.
“Zane,” I gasp, pushing back against his hand.
He fucks me with his fingers, deep and steady, while his other hand stays on my belly, holding me like something precious and claimed at the same time. The golden light pours over us, warm and unforgiving, catching every movement as he works me closer to the edge.
He pulls his fingers out suddenly and drops to his knees behind me. Before I can catch my breath, his mouth is on me, tongue dragging through my folds, licking and sucking with raw hunger.
I cry out, my forehead dropping to the desk. He eats me like a man who has finally been given permission, groaning against my pussy, one hand still resting protectively on the swell of my stomach.
He eats me with filthy dedication, tongue fucking into me before returning to my clit, sucking hard while two thick fingers push back inside my pussy. My legs shake. I moan loudly, pushing back against his face, chasing the pleasure.
“Zane—oh fuck?—”
He spanks me again, harder this time, the sharp sting mixing perfectly with the wet heat of his mouth. Then he stands up behind me, breathing hard. I hear his belt and zipper, and a second later his thick cock is rubbing against my soaked entrance.
He leans over me, chest pressed to my back, one hand gripping my hip while the other slides around to rest possessively over the swell of my belly.
“Look at how perfect you are,” he growls against my ear, voice rough with lust. “So full with my baby and still so fucking wet for me.”
He pushes inside me in one deep, powerful thrust. I cry out at the stretch, at how full he makes me feel. He groans loudly, staying buried deep for a moment, letting me adjust around his thickness.
“Fuck, Celine,” he rasps. “You feel even better like this. Carrying my child… it does something to me.”
He starts fucking me hard, deep thrusts that rock my body against the desk. Every stroke is strong and deliberate.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the office, mixing with my moans and his low grunts. He spanks me again, then soothes the sting with his palm, all while keeping one hand spread wide over my pregnant belly like he can’t stop touching it.
“Yes—harder,” I gasp, pushing back to meet every thrust.
He gives me exactly what I ask for. His hips snap forward, fucking me deeper, faster. The desk creaks beneath us. He leans down and bites my shoulder, then soothes it with his tongue.
“You’re mine,” he says, voice dark and possessive. “This belly, this pussy, everything. All mine.”
The words send heat rushing through me. Pleasure coils tight and fast in my core. He reaches around and finds my clit, rubbing tight circles while he keeps pounding into me. I’m so close already.
