Page 25 of At the Boss's Mercy
“Hey, yourself.”
“You’re feeling better?”
“I am, actually.I have no fucking clue what was wrong with me.”
“There’s been a bug going around the office.It lasts for twenty-four to forty-eight hours.Something like that.”She made her way toward him and put her hand on his forehead.“You’re not burning up anymore.”
“I feel like I can take a shower.Then I’d like to eat some food at the dining room table.Do you think I can do that?”he asked.
“Yes.Yes.Of course.This is your home.You can eat where you want.”
“Excellent.”He pushed the blanket off his lap, and then he held his hands out toward her.“Help me.”
This made her laugh.“You’re a pain in the ass.You’ve not been the best patient.”
He chuckled.“I don’t even want to know how you got me from the office to here.”
“Trust me, you’re going to have to thank Carl.At one point, you decided you didn’t need to hold your weight up, and you kind of fell on me.”
“I did?”
“Yep.That was why I had to use your phone to call Carl.”
“I thought I was sitting at my desk.”
“You were, then I lifted you, tried to get you to move, and you did for a few steps.Then you told me this was lame, dropped down, and that was about all I could take.You were on top of me, crushing me, and I think you might have passed out for a short time.”
“I don’t need Carl now.”
She did help him to his feet, but she didn’t have to take too much of his weight.He also walked to the bathroom.The other night, she was pretty sure Carl carried him part of the way.He’d been in such a bad way, and it was so sad to see him like that.
They made it to the bathroom, and rather than take a shower, she ran him a bath instead, preparing it with plenty of salts.
Roman stripped down naked, and Abigail couldn’t help but think how domesticated this felt between them.She was there, just in case he was unsteady on his feet, but he climbed into the bath.Gathering her hair to the back of her neck, she pinned it up, then focused on him.
He cupped her arm.“You know, this would go a lot better if you joined me.”
She chuckled, but she didn’t have time to argue with him, because he pulled her into the tub, soaking her clothes.
“That’s much better.”
She tried to get out, but her strength was no match for his, and he was able to hold her captive.
“You know, you’re not playing fair, don’t you?”she asked.
“Why do I need to play fair when I want to get you in my bed?”He cupped her cheek, pulled her in close.“And you drive me crazy.”
There was no way she was going to fight him.The moment he kissed her, it felt too good.She didn’t know quite how he did it, but one moment she had clothes on, and the next moment she didn’t.
“You’re too poorly for sex.”
“I’m not too poorly to be with you.”
He pulled her down toward his cock, and she felt his hard length.
“You said I’ve been out between twenty-four to forty-eight hours.”
“Two days, yes.”
