She couldn't look at him, how could she. She had done the unthinkable....
She had sex with her boss, she let him take her on every surface and at every hour of every day.
And sometime during their hazy escapades she had realised that he had never put on protection and his words about breeding her seemed clearer now.
She sat opposite him on the plane wishing to God that they would just get home quickly so she could be out of his sight, she knew she had promised not to run, but that was proving a hard task as he looked at her like he was ready to devour her at any moment and the throbbing between her legs let her know that she would let him.
He liked watching her squirm, her skin was flushed and her neck was littered in Love bites, his marks and hopefully his kid.
The thought of her sitting there with his child makes him hard and the urge to have her again makes him grip his chair in what has to be a death grip.
