She lay there, spent, a stupid smile on her face, as Matthew shed his clothes. His body was beautiful: perfectly sculpted, long and lean, with a fine smattering of dark hair across his chest and running in a line down his well-defined abs, past his navel. She watched, breathless still, as he slid his boxers down his thighs, revealing muscular legs, a mottled scar, and his cock glistening with pre-cum.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he slid on a condom and lowered himself to her, entering her slowly, gently, making love to her languorously, lifting himself up off her to kiss her collarbone and throat as he did so.
“Now I have a question to ask you,” he said, wrapping her up in his arms and pulling her close to his chest as they lay down together.
“Mmm?” she asked lazily.
“Would you be open to having more babies one day?”
A little thrill of happiness shot through her and she smiled, twisting her head to kiss him. “Yes,” she admitted. “If I could afford it. I love babies!”
He kissed her back. “Money is not an issue, darling. I make more than enough to support us. All of us. Even if we were to have a dozen babies.”
Her smile deepened. “So I could stay home with them when they are small? I had to put Lily in care straight away and I missed so much. She was only four months old.” Her voice took on a wistful tone and trailed off, as that ever-present guilt welled up within her.
Matthew kissed her nose. “Darling girl, you can stay home forever, if you want to. How much you work, or even if you work at all, will be entirely up to you. Even before more babies, if you want to just work school hours so you can be home with Lily, that’s absolutely fine by me.”
Jilly melted. “Really? You’d let me do that?”
“Of course.” Matthew sounded surprised at her question. “Why wouldn’t I? You’re mine. Now snuggle in close to me, baby girl, and let me hold you all night long.”
Chapter Ten
“My office, please, Miss Watson,” Matthew ordered sternly the second Jilly arrived at work. She hadn’t even sat down when he was there, all strict and commanding, giving the order. He was so different than he’d been the night before, kissing her body so tenderly. Now he was all business-like and bossy, a far cry from the attentive lover who made her scream in ecstasy into her pillows.
Numbly, she followed him down the corridor. It didn’t matter that she knew her job was secure; his ruler was waiting for her in his office, and goodness knows what else. Shame and humiliation, probably. Would Mr. Hutchings be there? Would Janice?
They both were, and they both looked at her as she walked in. She felt herself tremble. This was not going to be good.
“Good morning, Miss Watson.” Mr. Hutchings stood up to greet her. He indicated the chair on the other side of the desk by the window, next to Janice. “Please, take a seat.”
Matthew sat behind the desk, next to his uncle, making a very formidable pair. Both had the same dominant presence, both wore severe frowns, both wore navy pin-striped suits and cufflinks closing the sleeves of their immaculately pressed shirts. But that was where the similarities ended. Matthew’s hair was slightly scruffy, his tie was skewwhiff, and once again, his cufflinks didn’t match. But considering he’d left her house this morning in his jeans and t-shirt and gotten dressed in his office into the spare suit he kept there, she guessed he didn’t look too bad.
Jilly avoided Janice’s gaze as she sat down and focused on a spot on the carpet at her feet, instead. Mr. Hutchings launched into a stern lecture but she tuned him out. She didn’t need to listen to his words to know what he was saying and none of it really mattered anyway, because she already knew. Instead, she let her mind wander to Matthew and his magical fingers and tongue and the amazing things he could do with them.
Mr. Hutchings must have finished his lecture a good several seconds before she realised it, because Matthew cleared his throat and she jumped, startled, to find them looking at her expectantly.
“Well?” Matthew prompted. “Are you going to apologise to Janice?”
“Yes.” Jilly nodded and turned to her work colleague. “I truly am sorry, Janice,” she said, hoping she sounded sincere. “I was in a pretty bad space and I let it get to me. I am ashamed of the way I spoke to you. It will not happen again.”
Janice patted her hand in a very grandmotherly type way. “Thank you, dear,” she said. And then she leaned forward and gave Jilly a conspiratorial smile. “These men of ours,” she confided in a stage whisper, “are easiest to deal with if we tell them everything.” She stood up. “Excuse me, gentlemen, but I must get back to work.”
Mr. Hutchings stood up too. “So we’re clear?” he asked Jilly sternly.
She had absolutely no idea what he was talking about but she returned his steady stare and nodded. “Yes, sir,” she said.
Mr Hutchings guided Janice out of Matthew’s office with his hand in the small of her back, the same way Matthew so often walked with her. She smiled dreamily.
“I don’t know why you’re smiling, little girl. You have no idea what Mr. Hutchings said, do you?”
“Uh, no, sir,” Jilly admitted.
“So not only will you be feeling my ruler for breaking work rules and checking your personal emails during work time and then abusing poor Janice, you are also in trouble for tuning out an entire lecture about your behaviour. I’m disappointed in you, baby girl. I expected better of you than that. Completely tuning out my uncle like that when he’s given you a second chance is rude. Very rude.”
Jilly hung her head. “I’m sorry, Daddy.” And she was.
“You’re only sorry you got caught,” he corrected but she
