Take Me, Boss: A Bad Boy Office Romance

by Juliana Conners

  He stands up and looks as if he’s going to bounce up and down. Instead, he extends his hand to Dr. Morris.

  “Now can I shake your hand?”

  “Or course,” Dr. Morris says, reaching out and meeting Asher’s hand. Asher pumps it wildly, deliriously. “Congratulations. I must say, this is a unique reaction.”

  “My husband is very unique indeed,” I tell Dr. Morris, winking at Asher.

  “Well, I’m certainly very happy for the two of you.”

  I wish I could join Asher in jumping for joy but I’m a little tied up— in quite a different way than I’m usually tied up when I’m with Asher. As he sits back down, Dr. Morris switches the image over to a large projector in front of us.

  “Now,” he says, “Since we know everything sounds good, we can look at things up closer on here.”

  “I figured it was either twins, or an abnormally fast heartbeat,” the technician tells him. “I was really hoping it was the former, but didn’t want to…”

  “Lead them down one direction or another without consulting me,” Dr. Morris says, nodding. “That was the right decision. You did well.”

  “And I was also noticing…”

  “Yes,” Dr. Morris says, pointing with an arrow to one part of the screen and taking a picture. “The cervix. I’m glad you mentioned that to me as well.”

  He frowns, and Asher immediately says, “What is it, Doctor? Be straight with us. We already got the good news. Now give us the bad.”

  “It’s probably not that bad,” Dr. Morris says, reassuringly. “It’s just that the cervix is a bit open for this stage in the pregnancy, and we need to keep an eye on it.”

  “Keep an eye on it?” I ask.

  “We’ll start you on some progesterone,” he tells me. “And we’ll schedule you for a follow up ultrasound in a month. If it opens much further we might need to do what’s called a curtilage, to stitch it close and further reinforce the cervix.”

  “So worst case scenario, that’s all it’ll be?” Asher asks.

  Dr. Morris frowns again.

  “I never want to say ‘best’ or ‘worst’ case scenarios,” he says. “Because these things can be unpredictable. Best case is always a safe full term delivery of a healthy baby, of course. Or in your case, two healthy babies. Worst case scenario…”

  He trails off, obviously not wanting to finish.

  “Worse case scenario is always bad, always the exact opposite of that,” Asher says, bluntly. “I get that. But in this exact case, what could happen?”

  “An open cervix could lead to premature labor or infection,” Dr. Morris says. I appreciate that he’s being a straight shooter. “But it really shouldn’t come to that. With medical monitoring and any intervention, if necessary—and it probably won’t even be necessary—you’ll be just fine.”

  He’s looking at me now.

  “Don’t lift anything heavier than fifteen pounds,” he instructs. “You can and should exercise but keep it moderate— walking rather than running, swimming rather than weightlifting.”

  “Which of course would go against the first rule prohibiting more than fifteen pounds,” Asher jokes.

  “Exactly,” Dr. Morris laughs.

  Then he turns back to me.

  “You can go about your daily life, you can even travel and work and do everything you normally would do,” he continues. “If there is any kind of a change that would warrant extra precautions or bedrest, we’ll let you know. But for now, that should do it. On your way out you can schedule your follow up ultrasound.”

  “Thank you, Doctor,” Asher and I say in unison.

  “I don’t mean to sound like a typical man,” Asher says. “But, can I ask…?”

  “Oh yes,” Dr. Morris says, waving a hand in the air as if he already knows the question.

  The ultrasound tech must know what Asher is asking too, because she blushes.

  “It’s fine to engage in sexual activity,” Dr. Morris continues. “If we see anything at the next ultrasound that indicates otherwise, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

  “So in other words, get a lot of it when we can, huh?” Asher asks me.

  “Honey!” I swat at him playfully, and the ultrasound tech blushes even deeper.

  “Oh, just one other word of precaution,” Dr. Morris adds, as almost an afterthought. “Sex really is fine because it gets those natural hormones going and gets blood flowing to all the right places and is a natural relaxant. But, with that being said, the opposite circumstance— a lack of relaxation, if you will— is not good. So try to avoid stressful situations.”

  Asher and I both laugh out loud.

  “What’s so funny?” Dr. Morris asks.

  “You do realize I’m a lawyer, right? A trial lawyer?”

  Now Dr. Morris laughs along with us, as does the technician, whom I’m no longer mad at. I’m glad she went and found Dr. Morris so we know exactly what’s up.

  “Well, believe me, I know there’s only so much you can do to avoid stress in some professions,” Dr. Morris says. “But just try your best to take it easy.”

  Asher massages my shoulders as I sit up, ready to start getting dressed.

  “I’ll do everything I can to make that possible.”

  “Thanks honey,” I say, as he leans down to kiss me.

  I guess we really are this blessed. Doubly blessed. What started off as a scary day has become a wonderful one.

  Chapter 4 – Asher

  “Hell Fucking yeah,” I yell, as soon as we get back to my place. We’re staying here for a little longer until the house we’re building is complete. “I’m going to be a daddy of not just one but two babies.”

  I haven’t been able to stop celebrating the whole way home, and now I plan to really celebrate, the right way. I want to pick Madilyn up and swing her around, but I have to be careful now. Doctor’s orders. I can’t stress her out too much. But I can help her relax, and I know just how to do it.

  On our way upstairs to the bedroom, she stops and looks at the blueprints for our new house, which are framed on the stairwell next to our wedding picture and some other phots. The house is all new construction that we designed and chose ourselves.

  Madilyn’s will have a big fucking walk-in closet and bathroom with a jetted garden tub. I get a huge marble shower with double showerheads—which is perfect because I like to shower with Madilyn and clean her off after I dirty her up.

  “I guess we’re going to have to make one of the bedrooms into a second nursery to match this one,” she says, pointing out where we had planned the baby’s room.

  It’s close enough to our own that we could get there in a hurry, but far enough to give us one on one adult time once the baby is old enough to sleep through the night. Madilyn reminded me that that might not be for a long time— and I’m sure that with two it won’t be for even longer, but it’s a sacrifice I’m willing to make, to become a dad.

  “Or do you think they’ll want to sleep in the same room?” she asks me, her face masked in genuine confusion.

  “We could ask them,” I tell her, putting my mouth up to her belly. “Hello in there. Little babies. My two little babies. Do you guys want to share a room?”

  I put my ear up to her belly now.

  “They say they do,” I tell her. “They’re already nice and snuggly together. One of them likes to play hide and seek using the other one as something to hide behind. Just ask the clueless ultrasound tech who couldn’t find him.”

  “Or her,” Madilyn says, laughing.

  “Or her. Maybe a him and a her.”

  I pat her belly.

  “You kids be good in there and we’ll start working on a second room for whenever you grow out of the first one,” I tell them.

  Madilyn smiles.

  “What if we have even more kids?” she asks.

  “Our house is plenty big,” I assure her. “But just wait until you have two at once before you go talking about wanting even more.”

  “
Good point.”

  “Now kids, shut your eyes and close your ears,” I instruct them. “Because Daddy needs to properly celebrate your healthy existence, with the woman he created you with.”

  “Asher!” Madilyn gasps.

  “What?” I shrug innocently. “Gotta get those hormones working and the blood flowing to all the right places, like the good doctor ordered.”

  She laughs, and I pull gently on her hand to finish leading her upstairs to the bedroom.

  Chapter 5 – Asher

  Once we’re in the room, I want her so badly I’m aching for her. My cock is standing straight up to attention, ready to go.

  I take off her clothes and run my hands over her shoulders, back and belly as I begin kissing her. I marvel at her beautiful curves that have only gotten curvier and even better.

  “I didn’t think it was possible for you to get any more beautiful than you were the first time I ever talked to you,” I tell her.

  I’m unable to hold back on giving up control to her, letting her know exactly how I feel about her. But it feels good now, because she’s my wife.

  “When you yelled at me for answering my phone at work?” she asks.

  I kiss her nose.

  “I was just jealous because it was your boyfriend calling,” I admit.

  “Ex boyfriend,” she corrects me.

  “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I tell her. “But that didn’t stop me from being jealous. You were gorgeous. And I wanted you so fucking bad.”

  “But you were saying…” she asks, as she takes off my clothes.

  “Oh yes, of course,” I continue. “You got even more beautiful when I married you, and yet even more beautiful when I found out you were pregnant, because then you became the mother of my child. Children.”

  “That was on the same day,” she reminds me, laughing.

  “Yes. But now I know there are two of them and you are even more beautiful. Your body just glows and becomes even more lovely with pregnancy.”

  I pull her up against my naked chest and squeeze her ass.

  I have to admit, I’m a lot more gentler these days, even after she’s read things online and in pregnancy books that say I don’t have to be. The babies are fine in there, but I still worry about hurting them, or her.

  But it’s okay, because I like this new kind of sex we have. There is a time for everything and while she’s pregnant it’s my time to protect her and be gentle and caring to her. After she’s had the baby— babies— I can go back to the rough stuff. I think I’ll try tying her up to the king sized bedpost in our new bedroom or fucking her on the marble countertops of our new kitchen.

  Right now, though, I’m going to make sweet, gentle love to my still new bride and to the mother of my children. I lay her down on the bed and get on top of her, easing myself into her eager pussy.

  “You’re so big,” she says, sighing happily. “You fill me up completely. You’re exactly the right size to… relax me, as the good doctor puts it.”

  I’m all the way inside her and I keep looking into her sparkling eyes as I thrust in and out of her.

  “You’re so happy,” I tell her. “You’re glowing.”

  “I’ve never been so happy.”

  She puts her arms around my neck and I look down at my cock as it enters her and then pulls out slightly. I love to watch it go in and out, up and down, until both of us are giving in with complete surrender to the rhythm and the feeling of our two bodies becoming one, as they have gotten so good at doing.

  I lower my head and suck on one of her nipples while I play with the other one, still fucking her slowly yet firmly.

  “Oh my god,” she says, “that feels so good. I’m coming…”

  “Come for me, my wife,” I tell her.

  “Yes, Boss. Yes, Husband.”

  She arches her back and gives into me, shaking slightly from the pleasure I know is rushing through her body.

  I get down on the floor on one knee—just like when I asked her to marry me, and say, “It’s my job to relax you now, so I’m going to do my best to do that.”

  I suck on her clit and move my tongue up and down her pussy.

  “That feels so good,” she says, wrapping her legs around my head. “Oh my God. Asher.”

  I reach one hand and play with her nipple.

  “Your nipple is so pointy and enlarged when you’re pregnant,” I tell her. “Not to mention the bigger size of your breasts. I love it.”

  With my other I rub her clit while my tongue pushes in and out of her pussy hole. Then I return to sucking on her clit using my lips and slightly biting it with my teeth.

  “All the blood really does flow to the right places when I’m pregnant, too,” she says, leaning her head back on the bed and digging her fingernails into my hair. “This feels so good. I’m coming.”

  “Come again for me,” I command.

  “Yes, Boss. Mmmm.”

  She moans and I taste the juicy liquid coming out of her pussy into my mouth. I love making my wife come for me.

  I’m so hard now I can barely stand it.

  “It’s my turn to make you…” she starts to say, getting up off the bed.

  “Nope,” I tell her, pushing her back down and getting on top of her once again. “You’re not doing any work today. Carrying our babies is already enough. And I want to be back inside you.”

  My cock feels right at home in her pussy once again. I pick up where I left off, pushing it in and out of her, watching her eyes flutter as her entire body relaxes. I run my hands all through her brown, messy hair, kissing her mouth, chin, neck, breasts, feeling my cock getting even larger and starting to throb inside her.

  “I’m going to come again,” she says, her fingernails scraping my neck and back.

  “I’m coming too,” I tell her, feeling my cock pulse as it gets ready to explode. “I’m going to come into your naked pussy.”

  I grunt and we come together, me shooting my load into her wet and exploding pussy, our juices mixing together and our breath quickening.

  “I love you,” I whisper into her ear. “I love being your boss and your husband.”

  “I love you, too,” she says.

  I sit up slightly and run my hands over her belly.

  “I love all three of you,” I tell her; I tell them.

  I’m going to be a father of two at once. This is the best time of my entire life. And I’m not going to do anything to fuck it up.

  Two Months After Damien’s and Katie’s Wedding

  Chapter 6 – Madilyn

  It’s seven o’clock and I’m still at work. I lower myself— including my very large belly— into my office chair. Asher is still at a meeting with clients who are in the middle of a big trial.

  I’m holding down the fort here at the office, doing all the legal research and brief writing that Asher presents at the trial. At least that’s what I’m supposed to be doing. I can’t say I’ve been doing that great of a job at it.

  And I don’t think Asher even expects me to do much. He hasn’t told me much about the case he’s working on because he says it will be too stressful and isn’t worth worrying about. A lot of the assignments seem like complete busy work— generic jury instructions or voir dire questions that don’t even tell me much about the content of the trial.

  I could ask questions; I could find out more about the case if I wanted to. But to be honest, during what I sense is my final days of my pregnancy, I’m glad that not too much is expected of me.

  I’ve been doing the behind the scenes work so I don’t get stressed with being in trial this late in my pregnancy— the twins are expected to make their appearance any moment now. Everything has been fine with the pregnancy and I haven’t even needed the curtilage. I was even able to fly to Madrid and Ibiza for Ruby’s wedding and then Katie’s.

  Just because everything has gone well in my pregnancy, however, certainly doesn’t mean it’s been easy. I guess it’s never easy to carry one baby, let alone two, for nearly ni
ne months.

  My ankles are swollen— now the Barbies could accurately call them cankles. It’s hard to breathe. My boobs hurt.

  I lean back in my chair and put my feet on a special footrest Asher bought me. It’s to help support my back and give my feet a soft landing. I feel guilty lounging around here in the office but I guess I should cut myself some slack.

  No one ever said that being pregnant, let alone working while being pregnant, would be easy. In fact, Dr. Morris specifically said it wouldn’t be.

  But I hadn’t thought that practicing law would be that hard of a job—physically anyway. It’s not like I have to work in a factory or do hard manual labor. But just walking around the office and doing simple legal tasks are activities take their toll on me.

  I remember how nervous yet excited I was when I first rode the elevator up to the Fifteenth Floor and embarked on my journey as a new associate at the law firm of Marks, Sanchez and Reed. I never knew I would accept a “mentorship”—in all forms of the word— with the founding partner, lose my virginity to him, marry him, and let him— no, want him—to get me pregnant.

  These days it’s a feat just to walk to the elevator and to my office. But I wouldn’t trade my job for the world. I’m so glad I didn’t leave when I found out what a player Asher was. Emphasis on was. And I’m so glad that Asher and I got married. I’m so glad I became friends with Ruby and Katie and that they got married too. And I’m so glad I’m having Asher’s babies.

  Suddenly, I receive an intra- office instant message. Asher Marks’ name is blinking at me, waiting for me to click it. Just like in the good old days.

  Asher Marks: Is someone putting their feet up and thinking about how lucky they are to be having my babies?

  Madilyn Marks: You know it.

  Asher Marks: Of course I know it. I’ve been stalking you since before you even started working here. I own you. You’re mine.

  Madilyn Marks: Yes, Boss.

  Asher Marks: Did you miss me?

  Madilyn Marks: Yes, how is trial going?

  Asher Marks: It went okay today. I need some love though.