Her Arrogant Boss (The Wright Kind of Wrong Book 1)
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The words are barely out of my mouth before his lips descend on mine. I need him, all of him, as much as I need my next breath.
He pulls away from me, resting his forehead on mine.
“Make love to me.” His warm breath caresses me. In this moment, nothing else matters. The fact that he broke my heart is at the back of my mind, and all I can think about right now is him being inside of me.
“You sure?” He caresses my arm with his large, calloused hand.
“Yes.”
As soon as I give him the affirmation he needs, he stands at the foot of the bed, looking at me with longing.
“What are you waiting for, Mr. Wright?” I wink at him as I rest my hands above my head.
“Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful girl.”
I can feel the tears wanting to escape again, but this time they’re happy ones.
After he seems to get his fill of me, he slowly runs his hands up my thighs, and I’m thankful I wore a dress to dinner tonight. I wanted to wear leggings and a comfy shirt, but now I’m glad that he has easier access to me.
My legs fall apart on their own accord as he finally makes it to my soaking wet panties.
“You’re sure about this?” he whispers into my ear as he lies on top of me, his hardness evident through his khakis.
“So sure.” I throw my head back. “You better get moving or I’m gonna lose my damn mind.”
He chuckles into my hair before pulling himself off of me. He slowly pulls my underwear down my legs and tosses the thin material on the floor behind him.
“My girl is needy.” He pushes my dress up my body, leaving me completely exposed to him. I thought I’d be worried about what he thought of my changing body, but I’m not. “And fucking beautiful.” He takes me in again, this time my naked form. “I can’t believe you’re growing our children inside you.” His hand lands on my stomach and I want to burn this image into my mind. I never want to forget how he looks right now, staring down at our unborn babies. “We made them.” He looks at me and I see nothing but love in his eyes.
“We did.” I give him a small smile.
He sits me up so he can lift the material over my body, leaving me only in my lacy bra. He tweaks one of my nipples through the thin fabric and then rubs my face.
“I love you so damn much.”
“I love you, too.” I rest my palm on his scruff-covered face.
He shakes his head. “I want you to know I’m not here out of obligation. Not just because you’re pregnant. I’m here because I want to take you home with me and never let you go again.”
“Would you fuck me already?” I smirk at him.
“Not until you tell me you believe me.”
“I believe you. I promise I do.”
Without another word, he reaches behind me, unhooking my bra. Once I’m fully uncovered, he palms both my breasts that sit perfectly in his hands. He’s still completely clothed, but I’m about to lose all resolve if he doesn’t start moving a little faster. I know he’s trying to take his time with me, but I don’t want slow. Not this time.
“Why are you still wearing clothes, Mr. Wright?”
“I love when you talk dirty to me, Ms. Monroe.”
He quickly pulls himself off me before slowly removing his clothes. This man is simply gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone with a more perfect body. A body that is freaking god-like, and all mine.
Ian stands before me in only his boxers, his dick desperate to be released from its confines, if the huge bulge is anything to go by.
“I’m enjoying this little show you’re putting on, but I’d much rather you get over here and fuck me.”
He pulls his underwear down his body, and his perfect dick stands at attention, making my mouth water.
I get up on all fours and make my way to the foot of the bed, and he shakes his head as I try to reach for him.
“Not this time. I want to come inside that warm pussy.” My body tingles at his words, “You can have me in your mouth later.”
I have to squeeze my thighs together to keep from coming at his words.
“Should you be on top so I don’t hurt you or the babies?”
I grab his hand as I lie back on my pillow. “No. You won’t hurt us.”
He settles himself on top me and his fingers run through my juices. I’m completely convinced that this man is trying to kill me right now.
“Ian.” I moan. “I need you to stop with the freaking teasing and get inside of me.” At my words, I feel his hardness slide over my wet pussy. I wiggle under him, willing it to go where I want it.
“So needy.” He kisses along my neck before staring down at me. “Tell me if I’m hurting you, all right?”
“Promise. But you won’t.”
He lifts himself up a little before sinking into me. He watches as he disappears inside of me, and the feel of him is even better than I remember.
“Oh, God.” My head goes back as he starts to pump in and out of me. “Faster. I need faster, Ian.”
He strokes my nipple before sitting up, pulling my legs farther apart, giving him better access to me. I didn’t realize I was this flexible, but the position we’re in is causing him to hit me in the perfect spot.
“You like that, Maddie?”
He bends down and nibbles on my earlobe before taking one of my pink nipples into his mouth.
“So damn much.” My fingers rake through his unruly hair and as he continues on my right nipple and tweaks the left, I lose all control. “Oh, yes!” I chant into the air, the room spinning all around us.
“Fuck.” He grunts into my hair and then kisses my neck. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He looks at me with concern in his eyes.
I shake my head as I grab his face. “No. That was the best sex of my life.” I pause. “You’ve ruined me, Ian Wright.”
He responds by taking my mouth in his, and minutes later, he proves again just how much he’s ruined me.
Epilogue
Maddison
“And you’re not allowed to date until you’re thirty, you hear me?” Ian says to our two-month-old daughter as he rocks her in the nursery. “I’m going to teach your brother how to use a shotgun to scare all the boys away.”
I clear my throat from the doorway.
“Thirty, huh?” I lift Isabelle from her father’s arms and kiss the top of her fuzzy little head. Where Wyatt has a small patch of blond on top of his head, she inherited Ian’s almost black hair. When I was in the hospital, I was worried they’d get our babies mixed up with someone else’s since they have such drastic differences.
Before he can respond, cries from one of the cribs rings through the room.
“I’ll get him.” He stands and pecks me on the mouth before making his way to our son. “Hey, champ. You hungry too?”
“I’ll take him while you make a bottle.” I hold my open arm out for Wyatt, and my husband hands him over. I inhale the lavender scent on his head.
“Love you.” He kisses my forehead before making his way out of the room.
Things haven’t always been easy. No, I was terrified when we first got back together. I was scared of being hurt again, but Ian has proven time and time again that he’s in this for the long haul. He sold his penthouse, and we actually downsized to one of the apartments in the same building he was in before. If you ask me, it’s still way more room than we need, but the other one was just ridiculous for a family of four, much less for a bachelor.
After we both returned from Detroit, I started working at Wright Enterprises again. Nellie was more than thrilled that I was back and was excited to step in as my mother during my pregnancy. All the things that Marta should have been doing for me, she did. She, Greta, and Chloe planned an over-the-top baby shower for me, where we received way more than two babies could ever possibly need.
We had a small intimate wedding in Lincoln Park when I was thirty weeks pregnant. Only family and close friends were invited, but it was the perfect day for us. My m
other and Hank refused to show, but I know it was probably better that way.
I went into labor a month early, but my doctor was glad I made it that long carrying twins. I’d like to say that it was quick and painless, but I’d be lying my ass off.
“Come see Daddy, champ.” He lifts Wyatt into the air, blowing raspberries on his belly.
This is not the man I met at the bar. No, this man has shown me and our children so much love, and I know that he’d go to the end of the earth for us. I thought he was a calloused asshole, and maybe he was at first, but Ian Wright is so much more than that.
“Let’s get them back to sleep so we can go practice for number three.”
I throw my head back as I roll my eyes.
“We can practice, but you’re wrapping that thing up, Mr. Wright.”
He gasps and his mouth drops open. As much as my man likes sex, he’s been very careful about us waiting until I got the all clear from my doctor after having the twins.
I look down at Belle and she’s sound asleep in my arms, so I gently place her in her pink and purple crib.
I look over to my husband who is feeding our son, and I can tell he’s still waiting for my response.
I stand to leave the nursery. “I’m headed to bed. We have an early morning. Night, baby.”
“Jesus Christ,” I hear behind me as I make my way to our bedroom and I chuckle.
Twenty minutes later, I’m still wide awake when he walks through the door. I lie there pretending to be asleep as I hear his pajama pants hit the floor.
In the next instant, I feel my legs being pulled apart before my panties are ripped from my body.
“Ian!” I gasp. “What are you doing?”
He hovers over me and places a finger over my lips before kissing them.
“Shh, you’ll wake Wyatt and Belle.”
I’d love to tease him in this moment, but I’m too damned turned on to even pretend to not be affected.
He pulls himself from my body and again spreads my legs apart before his tongue hits my slit. We’ve played around a few times since having the babies, but this is the first time I’ve felt completely ready to go farther.
“Yes!” I pant as my hands pull at his hair. “More, Ian. More.”
His tongue laps up my juices that are already starting to flow from my body. It’s taking everything in me not to come on his face yet. He pulls away long enough to insert two fingers into my core and I feel like I’m tumbling into oblivion.
“God, I could watch you come undone like that all day every day.”
I sit up and lightly push him down to his back and he doesn’t argue.
“My turn.”
He smirks up at me as he rests his hands above his head.
What started out as a mindless one-night stand slowly turned into so much more. But even though we have a family now, I’m looking forward to the next time he takes me over his desk.
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Also by S.E. Roberts
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The Unexpected Series
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Renewed
Reawakened
Love Remotely
GIRL POWER COLLECTION
Fighting for Love
THE WRIGHT KIND OF WRONG
Her Arrogant Boss
About the Author
S.E. Roberts was born and raised in the cornfields of Central Illinois, but now lives in sunny Arizona with her husband, two children, and her rescue cat, Stanley. When she isn’t spending time with her family, she enjoys writing steamy romance, reading, and sipping on coffee.