Beneath Her Bastard Boss

Chapter 122

His breath was warn against her hair, his chest resting against her back, one of his arms wrapped protectively around her belly and their batry,

She shifted slightly. Her thighs were really aching now, and he groaned softly behind het.

“Don’t move yet,” he murmured. “I like this too much.”

“We smell like sex,” she said into his skin.

“We do,” he agreed without shame.

Her stomach growled softly, but before she could say anything, Luca shifted behind her, kissed her shoulder, and rolled to his feet. He walked around the bed and crouched beside her.

“What are you doing?”

“Carrying you to the bathroom.”

She blinked. “I can walk.”

He smirked. “You say that now.”

Before she could argue, he scooped her into his arms, one hand behind her back, the other beneath her thighs. She let out a quiet laugh and wrapped

her arms around his neck.

“Show off.”

“Absolutely.”

He carried her into the connected bathroom, still warm from the sun that filtered through the frosted glass windows.

Luca set her down gently, kissed her forehead, and turned the water on, setting the temperature. Sutton stood by the vanity, watching him, naked… She wasn’t sure if she should be self–conscious of her pregnant body. She had never worried about it before.

He walked back over to her, lifting a hand and running his fingers through her long hair.

“Still think you can walk?” he asked, voice low. “You seem to be using that vanity to hold yourself up.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, cheeks pink.

He smiled and kissed her gently before helping her step into the shower.

tipped her head back, letting it soak her hair. A moment later, Luca stepped in

for a minute, unmoving, the steam

Not like she had the energy. More like he was relearning her body

leaned back into him, letting her head fall forward as his fingers worked her scalp. It was unhurried. Like he was

this before.

When he was done, she turned around

said, grabbing the bottle and squirting a generous amount into her hands. Because she was tall, the height difference wasn’t

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he grinned and bent

his hair. He closed

me to

rinsed him off. Then they took turns washing each other’s bodies, hands sliding over slick skin, not with lust, but with

and dried off, Sutton felt human again. Her skin was pink, clean. Her hair was wrapped in a towel. She padded barefoot through the bedroom, wrapped in one of his oversized towels until she found one of his white

slipped it on without a

above mid–thigh. The sleeves fell past her wrists. But it smelled like him, and that was enough. She buttoned it up and

hot like that. It makes me want to take you

growled, making her

I should feed you

the couch. It was grilled chicken, toast, fruit. Sutton perched cross–legged with her plate balanced on her knees. Luca sat beside her, one arm draped across the back of the couch, his eyes constantly drifting to her bare legs and the flash

at first until she thought he

up here, De

even flinch. “Hard to focus when you’re wearing that

to wear than my clothes from yesterday. There is She popped a piece of mango into her mouth and smirked. “Not my fault your shirt is no way I’m putting on the underwear from yesterday.”

Luca laughed.

Luca. I don’t remember. I don’t want the rest of the team to figure out what happened last night.” Sutton

kissed her. “Yes, I picked them up and put them in my

a knock sounded at

sighing. “That’ll be

his hips. She heard the door open, followed by the low

returned a few minutes later, holding a sleek garment bag and a couple

said. “I asked them

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

slid off the couch and took the bag from him, laying it

Luca’s phone buzzed. And