My Boss Is Secretly A Softie - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Not my kind of angel (1)[Minor NFSW]
[Content warning: Minor NFSW]

When Terrence returned, Elara had ordered their food and was waiting for him.

“Welcome, angel. Come let’s eat,” Elara beamed while helping the male put off his jacket before hanging it out. Terrence gulped internally.

Was she doing this on purpose? Did she know just how wifely this seemed? He, of course, knew that to Elara this was nothing weird. It was just a normal thing to do with friends. The remainder that she was probably like this with others too, infuriated him.

He frowned, caressing the crease on his forehead before saying, “Elara, I hope you don’t need to do this with others…”

Elara stared at him dumbly, “Do what?”

“…..”

“Never mind.”

Elara:???

***

Breakfast was light. Probably because of her gluttonous adventures yesterday, Elera’s stomach couldn’t accommodate much, and Terrence himself had already eaten with his family. Thus, at the end of the day, they ended up with lots of leftovers.

“We are leaving soon, right?” Elara questioned calmly while placing the plates together for the staff to take care of later, before cleaning off the table.

Terrence stared at her intensely, his eyes wandering to her jugglers.

Because Elara was inside, she wore a spaghetti strap singlet, which boosted her breasts, along with a pair of cozy home trousers.

A light flick brought Terrence back to reality, and he was met with Elara’s sarcastic gaze, “Really, angel?”

“… It’s an instinct…”

“To look at my boobs?”

“Yes…”

Elara rolled her eyes before chuckling, “Well, if you say so, but have some decency. You’re making me feel shy.”

‘Are you though?’ Terrence thought.

Watching the amorous woman leave, her enticing figure swaying lightly with each graceful motion, he coughed awkwardly feeling something well up within him. With a quick, ‘I’m going to the bedroom’, he dashed off.

Elara:???

“Okay?”

***

When Merlin came to pick them up for departure, they had barely prepared, mostly due to Terrence clinging on to Elara while watching TV, which made her supposedly 30-minute watch turn into two hours.

He placed his head on her lap, with his face downward, and despite Elara’s scolding persisted till she gave up.

He also wouldn’t leave when the time came for their preparation, so they ended up like this until Melin came. And even then, Terrence still wouldn’t didn’t get up.

Curiosity was an understatement. Melin’s eyes bored a hole into them and Elara could tell he was already cooking up some BS story in his mind. She sighed. Whatever, let him cook.

After finally getting Terrence to get up, Merlin left immediately to avoid becoming the object of his boss’s aggression, and the duo, consisting of a slightly annoyed Elara and a pouting Terrence, who clung to her shoulders, left to prepare.

When Terrence still tried to delay by pulling her to bed, she decisively shoved him aside before leaving to shower. That was how they ended up not delaying their flight— because of Elara’s determination.

***

After resting from the journey back home, Elara had just finished preparing lunch when her bell rang, and opening the door, a certain blonde male enveloped her in an intimate hug.

She groaned lightly, “We were together just hours ago angel…”

“But that’s too long apart…”

Elara was dumbfounded. Too long? From the hotel to their journey home, the male had clung onto her like a puppy, and even when they arrived, if she hadn’t stood her ground, he would have swindled her into staying with him still. And even after all that, it was still ‘too long’? What?!

Elara sighed internally, ‘He’s even worse than Terra. Doesn’t he ever get bored of me?’

She chuckled faintly, leading Terrence inside to a couch, she sat him down before leaving to go get their food.

Terrence sat calmly on the couch, squeezing the fluffy lamb plushie on the couch while waiting for Elara.

She came out soon with the food and drinks, which she placed on the coffee table before turning on the TV to pass the time.

“That’s what you’re going to do?” Terrence asked in displeasure.

Elara, with her mouth stuffed, swallowed lightly before asking, “Got a better idea?”

Looking at the casually dressed lady, wearing the same style of clothing she wore earlier, different, but of the same style, a devious idea appeared in Terrence’s mind.

He smiled elusively, “As a matter of fact, I do.”

“Wh—”

Elara’s words were cut off when Terrence took her food from her and kept it on the table before pulling her to himself, in one full sweep.

His strong arms firmly clasped her waist, and before the stunned lady could gather her thoughts, he kissed her glistening lips.

“This. Let’s do this.”

Looking into the amorous eyes of the male filled with a deviant light, Elara felt chills run down her spine.

“You… You….” She stuttered angrily.

“Ela, please? Remember your promise,” Terrence whined, cutely placing his head on her neck while rubbing against it furiously.

‘So cute!’ Elara exclaimed helplessly within her, but immediately snapped out of it.

“No! Terrence, let’s stop this now,” She cautioned seriously before pinching the male’s cheeks.

“But why?” Terrence whined.

Elara felt her head explode. Why? Is he seriously asking why?

“You little… !”

“You’re not going to keep your promise?”

“…. What promise?”

“You said you’d reward me later,” Terrence beguiled pitifully.

“…”

“…. (｡•́︿•̀｡)”

“Really, Angel?” Elara retorted sarcastically.

“Really!”

Elara: This little…!

She sighed, rubbing her nose in annoyance.

“Okay, fine. So it’s just a kiss, right?”

She pecked the male’s lips briefly before pulling back, “Enough?”

Terrence stared at her with a sassy gaze, “Of course not. How can it be?”

Suddenly, despite his cuteness, Elara felt an increasing urge to ruthlessly discipline the annoying man.

She groaned loudly before giving in, “Fine, do what you want. But remember,” She squinted menacingly. “Whatever you do has consequences.”

The brilliant smile drastically enhanced Terrence’s breathtaking features, leaving Elara mesmerized.

“Alright,” He responded cheerfully.

Sudden alarm bells rang loudly within Elara’s mind and she instantly knew she would regret this but just as she was about to retrace her steps, her senses shook—someone had thrown her on the couch.

Her head met the soft material and when she got herself, she found Terrence hovering over her with both of his hands trapping her.

Following that, a passionate kiss fell on her lips.

“Oh….” Elara murmured dazedly at the startling kiss.

Terrence pulled back slightly after the intense kiss, which left Elara shivering like a leaf, and leaning into her ear, lightly bit the delicate thing while simultaneously caressing her waist, causing an arousing moan to slip out of her lips.

Elara covered her mouth shyly and when their eyes clashed, the impossible-to-hide madness within them had her panicking.

“T—” She nervously began but was cut off by another kiss—this time harsher and more intense.

Without letting her articulate her thoughts, Terrence single-handedly trapped her hands above her, leaning deeper into the kiss to savor her completely.

A layer of blush appeared on Elara’s face, causing Terrence’s excitement to spike. His other hand explored Elara’s body, teasing all her sensitive spots till her stiff body softened under him.

“Mmhm—” Elara moaned.

Unknowingly, her subconscious motions triggered Terrence, who was but an inch closer to losing control.

Elara’s eyes widened before glossing over immediately, as a particular electrifying sensation coursed through her when Terrence’s tongue brushed against her palate.

For some reason, he kept teasing it while simultaneously messaging the weak spot on her waist until Elara was reduced to a delirious mess, subconsciously mourning while clinging onto him.

“A-angel…. please…” Elara pleaded with watery eyes as the assault became too much, leaving her in a state of nearly reaching a new high yet not quite there.

The redness in Terence’s face deepened and a smirk made its way to his perfect lips.

He momentarily separated from Elara, and with his face hovering over her beautiful own he asked huskily, warm breath fanning faintly against her lips.

“What?”

“I—I don’t feel… Ngg… angel….,”

“What do you want, Ela?” He whispered mischievously, flicking her taut nipples, leaving Elara writhing in pleasure.

“S-stop…,”

“You haven’t told me what you want from me, baby, ” He muttered, sticking his finger into Elara’s mouth while gently scraping against her palate, leaving her rubbing her legs together and whimpering in a bid to suppress the immense elation that welled up within her.

Terrence’s eyes darkened as his eyes caught her stiff buds, peeking through the dark shirt she wore.

He chuckled deeply, “You really don’t have any sense of danger, Elara. Wearing such a thing alone with a man who loves you…,”

Moving his fingers across her supple chest with his other hand still in her mouth, mercilessly tormenting the insides, he twisted her nipples harshly, causing Elara to gasp—stretching taut.

“Ahh…” she murmured, eyes welling up with tears as she pressed her legs harder, in a futile attempt to suppress the uncontrollable feeling that coursed through her.

Terence grinned madly, dominating her senses with yet another fervent kiss, while still playing with her nipples—twisting and pulling them, causing Elara’s purrs to spill into his mouth.

He parted his closed eyes while still kissing her, intrigued by what expression she was making, and was left intoxicated by her lust-filled face.

Flushed cheeks, swollen lips captured by his own, and a disoriented gaze.

He smiled into the kiss before pulling away from the breathless lady, severing the delicate thread of saliva that still linked their lips.

“Ela,” Terrence whispered into her ears, which had become more sensitive from being played with extensively, causing her to shiver at the ticklish feeling, “Come on say it, what do you want from me?”

Elara pursed her lips faintly before finally responding with a pleading gaze staring into Terence’s steamy eyes, “I… I want to cum.”