"Is he fucking insane?!"

My husband's voice rings out in passionate injustice over the phone.

"Honey, sush! I don't want him to hear you..."

Hot, slow, shaking breaths push against my neck. Like a veral beast in heat, pinning it's mate to the floor.

"Fuck him! You're pregnant, and he wants you doing overtime!"

I felt a gentle, throbbing ache from my sore, sensitive breasts, swollen and leaking, as they're hungrily grabbed at.

"Well, It's not like we don't need the money..."

There's a long pause over the line. Followed by a begrudging groan.

"Did he at least talk to you about maternity leave."

I bite my tongue as the rough, hateful hand wrapped around my waist grips onto my crotch. I can feel his fingers pushing the silk of my coverings inside me.

"Honey?"

"He s-said he'd get back to me."

I almost smile for a moment that I managed to make my shaking and tender voice sound more tearful than struck with bodily pleasure...

I fucking hated you from the start. Your smarmy looks, cheap smiles and a big gut in a cheaper suit and a bigger car. That big fucking mouth that made it so clear that you wouldn't have a woman near your books if they weren't a playboy in his desk or mandated by HR. The way you slid back your chair when I came in, and made sure I saw a hefty outline sliding down the leg of your pants.

Of course, I had to try be nice at that Christmas party. After you gave out bonuses, you wouldn't leave me alone. Just following me and drowning me in stories about all the gifts you got your wife and dumb fucking kids. There was barely enough whiskey there for me to keep up. And when I was finally friendly enough that I didn't want to spit at you, of course I had to make a joke about your bulge. It was some pun about stuffing a stocking down your pants. I was sure you were faking it. You were adamant and offended at the idea. I tried calling your bluff. I ended up sat on your knee in your office with my eyes stuck looking between your smug grin and that throbbing monster on your lap.

When I came back to work with a positive pregnancy test, I'd never forget the toothy grin you had. And you gave me the first raise I'd gotten since I was hired.

I feel sorry for myself, having to spend so much of my time in your office now. I feel worse for my husband, who has to wait longer and longer for me to get home as you keep me later and later and I have to secret away to the gym to clean myself off afterward. He fawns over me every moment he can. My heart is his, but my body belongs to the boss.

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