After Marrying My Boss

Chapter 287

I glared at Michael's cheery expression. His grin soon turned wicked, and I scoffed, burying my head into his chest.

He placed his mouth right next to my ear and whispered, “Someone seems enthusiastic.”

The sensation of his warm breath grazing my ears sent goosebumps all over my skin. I would be lying if I said I was not the least bit tempted to give in to desire.

Right on cue, my face became as red as a tomato. I turned my head away to avoid meeting his eyes.

Michael knew me as well as I knew him. Instead of getting upset at my silence, he merely let his hands do the talking.

His teasing touches were driving me crazy, bringing me to the edge of ecstasy before retreating and leaving me hanging. Is he going to mess around with me like this the whole night?

Annoyed, I shoved him away and prepared to turn around and sleep.

Michael seemed to have caught on to my intention. He upped the ante before I managed to push him away.

To my horror, I closed my eyes and actually moaned. I was starting to lose myself in a web of desire.

Hazily, I saw Michael admiring my facial expression with a knowing smile.

My reaction was a test of self-control for him as well. His admiring gaze soon turned into repressed longing as my pleasure intensified. His patience was hanging on a thin line, and it was only a matter of time before he snapped.

“Help me take it off,” Michael groaned into my ear.

Always a sucker for his low and rich baritone voice, my heart tingled with need. My hands started moving on their own accord and fumbled for his pajamas.

The dim glow of the nightlight was more than enough for me to admire his chiseled body. I could not help but swallow as a fresh wave of lust overwhelmed me. I knew without a doubt that Michael was the fittest and most attractive man I knew.

My ogling seemed to please Michael, who wore a triumphant smirk on his face. I guess he was not immune to admiration shown by the woman he loved.

“Faster. I can't wait anymore!”

Michael found his release just as I thought I was about to collapse in exhaustion.

We were both panting heavily at the end. Michael stared at my flushed cheeks and smirked knowingly before pulling me into his arms. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

I was secretly pleased when I heard the sound of his rapid heartbeat. Slinging my arm over his waist, I sighed in satisfaction.

As our wedding day approached, I spent my days suspended in a sort of anxious anticipation. Despite

my concerns over how the wedding would turn out, I knew that I would be happy as long as I could be with Michael.

That evening, I decided to get some groceries at the supermarket and whip up some of Michael's favorite dishes. All this while, the housekeeper had prepared all our meals according to my pregnancy cravings, which often clashed with Michael's preferences.

Since I noticed that he had been eating less than usual as a result, I wanted to surprise him with a homecooked meal seasoned to his tastes.

I smiled at the thought of preparing a comforting meal for my husband-to-be. Soon, I was ready to leave for the supermarket.