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

that for a minute, unmoving, the steam wrapping

not really sexual… Not like she had the

it in his palms, and massaged it into her hair. She leaned back into him, letting her head fall forward as his fingers worked her scalp. It was unhurried. Like

this before.

her hair and did the same with conditioner. When he was done, she turned around to face him. His hair

bottle and squirting a generous amount into her hands. Because she

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he grinned and bent

through his hair. He closed his

to sleep like this,”

turns washing each other’s bodies, hands sliding over slick skin, not with lust, but with familiarity. She washed his chest, his arms, his back. He washed her shoulders, her

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

on without a

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

makes me want to take you to

making her face

I should feed

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

to notice at first until she thought he was a

up here,

didn’t even flinch. “Hard to focus when you’re wearing that

popped a piece of mango into her mouth and smirked. “Not my fault your shirt is no way I’m

Luca laughed.

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

I picked them

knock sounded

sighing. “That’ll be

slung low on his hips. She heard the door open, followed by the low murmur of

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

them to bring a

“You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to.”

took the bag from

phone buzzed.