The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 70

Chapter 70: Afraid [E]

At 1 AM, James Cooper had the brilliant idea to summon Daniel to change the sheets in the boss’s office.

Daniel was not amused. Not. One. Bit.

First of all, there was a perfectly good cleaning lady who changed those sheets every single day – so why on earth did it have to be them? And at 1 AM? Was this some kind of sick joke? It was freezing cold outside, and here he was, snuggled up in his cozy bed like a happy little burrito. Why should he drag his single behind out to play maid service?!

Even us lonely souls deserve basic human rights!

But then James hit him with that “Come now immediately” message, making it sound like the building was on fire or something. So like the good little employee he was, Daniel scrambled out of his warm cocoon and hustled over, cursing under his breath the whole way.

When he arrived at the company and went up to the 27th floor, James was already waiting for him at the inner office doorway. He told Daniel not to say anything when he went in, not to touch anything unnecessary, and absolutely not to look at things he shouldn’t. Then he handed Daniel a pair of Bluetooth earphones.

Still foggy-brained from being dragged out of bed, Daniel put them on. Immediately, his ears were assaulted by death metal cranked up to “wake-the-dead” levels, courtesy of James’s phone.

What kind of cloak-and-dagger operation was this turning into? And all this for changing some sheets?

Only when he followed James into the room did he understand, seeing the mess everywhere – soaked sheets, suspicious wet spots on the carpet. Their boss had brought a woman to the office for sex!

This was huge news – their germaphobic Mr. Blackwood would never normally bring women from outside to the office for that. The office was where he spent more time than at home, and when he wanted sex service, James would always arrange a luxury hotel room.

Daniel’s gossip senses were at once on fire: Who the hell was this woman?!

He was dying to ask, kept making faces at James beside him, but James either deliberately ignored him or truly couldn’t hear through the earphones. James just walked past him and handed him a set of cleaning tools expressionlessly.

Before entering, James had told him that they had fifteen minutes max to clean – then they had to get out immediately.

No exceptions, no questions asked.

They worked efficiently: James stripped and replaced the bed sheets while Daniel handled the pillowcases and duvet cover. After that, James cleaned the carpet and turned on the air purifier, while Daniel mopped the tile and wooden floors.

Daniel’s curiosity was killing him. While mopping, he kept stealing glances at the lit bathroom. Since the boss was already in there showering, surely there was nothing to be… afraid of?

Besides, the death metal blasting through his earphones was threatening to turn his brain into mush. Between Metallica trying to burst his eardrums and his imagination running wild, he was having quite the internal struggle.

After quickly mopping near the bathroom door, he daringly removed one earphone, and then – he heard everything clearly.

From the bathroom came a woman’s hoarse, muffled sobs, the sound of bodies intensely meeting, running water, then her desperate moans that were quickly silenced.

Finally, there were the unmistakable sounds of a man and a woman’s passionate kissing.

Daniel was stunned.

He scurried away from the bathroom door, frantically gesturing to James: Holy crap, can you believe the boss is in there…?! And they’re… kissing?!

One look at Daniel’s expression told James he’d been eavesdropping. Expressionless, James threw the folded sheets at him, silently telling him to get out.

“I heard them kissing!! Who is she?! Who?!”

Daniel just wouldn’t give up, eager to share his gossip. He bounced around with eyes as wide as saucers, flailing his arms like a windmill. Then, being the absolute menace he was, he puckered his lips in the most ridiculous fish-face impression of kissing he could manage, all while pointing at the bathroom.

James remained the picture of zen, earphones firmly in place, wearing his patented “I’m-too-cool-for-your-nonsense” expression. Without so much as twitching an eyebrow, he pointed to the door and mouthed one word: Scram.

Daniel rolled his eyes, muttered “believe it or not,” put away the mop, gathered the linens, and bolted out.

James had no doubt that someone as clever as Daniel would soon figure out who could make their boss so passionate at 1 AM. He just hoped Daniel would keep his mouth shut – if word got out about Boss and Miss Christine, their dear boss had countless ways to make Daniel disappear.

An hour earlier, James received Adrian’s call.

His phone vibrated under his pillow. Before he could even say hello, he heard his boss’s hoarse voice saying “Come clean up” before hanging up.

Though the call lasted less than two seconds, James caught the sound of a woman’s soft, tearful moans in the background.

Daniel might not know who she was, but James knew all too well.

James had always been living near the office for work convenience, so he could respond to Adrian’s requests in minutes. Sophie had teased him about this once, calling him a corporate lackey.

He didn’t argue with his silly sister, actually, no need to. All James needed to do was just “accidentally” deducting $1000 from her next month’s paycheck.

Thirty minutes later, James was still playing statue outside Adrian’s office.

He’d figured twenty minutes would be plenty of time – enough to brew his boss a nice cup of coffee and waltz in. Boy, was he wrong. The room was totally empty.

Hot damn, dear boss. James mentally gave a thumbs up. Like a tiger released from its cage after a long fast, the man clearly had no brakes tonight.

James kept his earphones firmly planted – he wasn’t about to make the rookie mistake of removing them now. He positioned himself at a strategic distance from the bathroom, like a cautious wildlife photographer avoiding an active volcano.

After some careful consideration, he launched into a loud coughing – for those passerbys (if there were any) , they might have thought he was suffering from consumption.

In the bathroom, Christine heard someone coughing outside and panicked, thinking someone was about to come in. All of a sudden, she tensed up, her belly tightening, and a sharp, thin cry escaped her throat. Her soft, limp fingers curled up as she struggled to escape from the man behind her.

At that moment, she was standing, with Adrian behind her, his strong arm holding up her right leg. In the steamy bathroom, he was thrusting into her from behind, non-stop.

Due to her tension, her insides clenched around Adrian’s cock tightly. The man let out a low groan, furrowing his brows, and slapped her taut buttocks. Then, he grabbed her chin, rubbing her cheeks and forcing her to open her mouth, covered in kiss marks and swollen, to kiss the tip of her tongue.

Adrian whispered in her ear, his voice deep and resonant, “What are you afraid of?”

Christine cried, shaking her head. She couldn’t handle this position, being kissed while being fucked, the pleasure was too intense. She cried, her voice broken, interspersed with fragmented, alluring pants, “Some…someone…coming in…”

“Then keep quiet,” Adrian said, tasting her lip and tounge while tightly gripping her cheeks, using his lips to seal her sobs and moans. He ordered, his voice muffled, “Stick out your tongue.”

Christine’s mind was a whirlpool of confusion from being fucked. She instinctively feared being seen, and at this moment, Adrian became her only lifeline. She shrank into his embrace, obediently turning her head and sticking out her tongue.

Her tongue was pink, covered in saliva. She seemed to have no strength left, her tongue trembling in the air, like a sweet, enticing hook. Her eyes were tightly shut, her lashes fluttering with each of Adrian’s thrusts, tears streaming down her face. She was both innocent and seductive.

Adrian leaned down to lick her trembling, pink tongue. Their tongues entwined, and Christine, powerless, could only let Adrian wrap his tongue around hers, licking and kissing in the air. The sound of their kiss was unusually loud, saliva dripping from their entwined tongues onto the bathroom floor, mixing with the steam.

“No…no…don’t come in —” Christine pleaded, crying, but her tongue was wrapped in Adrian’s mouth, and she could only manage muffled, hurried pants.

“He won’t dare,” Adrian said, still holding her tongue, and thrusting deeply again, grinding against her sensitive spot.

Christine was instantly overwhelmed, her head tingling, and her insides clenching tightly. She saw stars, reaching another climax. This time, she couldn’t release any fluids, only her insides spasming and tightening more intensely than any other time that night.

Adrian groaned, his waist stiffening, and after a few more thrusts, he panted heavily and came inside her.