Love With My Billionaire Boss

Teasing him

Henry turned uncomfortably on his bed. He hadn't been able to get any sleep, since he returned from work. And that was because; he was finally meeting with Emelda the next day. That was right; he would get to see her. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all. What could he do then? He turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the time, 2:00am. 'Fuck.' He scrambled off the bed, and made his way outside the bedroom. Maybe he could ask Quinn for help. ................... Getting to her door, he took a deep breath, and pushed it open. It wasn't even locked. His heart was palpitating as he went inside... Would she turn down his request? The entire room was dark. He stood still for some minutes, trying to get used to the darkness. After a while, he spotted her figure sprawled on the bed. He smiled as he made his way towards her. Bending over her figure, he breathed some warm air over her face. "Quinn? Wake up..." His voice was husky and seductive. In her drowsy state, Quinn turned and pulled him down towards her body. As he landed on her soft body, he smiled to himself, 'That was easy.' He placed his weight on both hands to avoid crushing her body. He gently got up, and removed his pajamas. Then, he slowly removed the skimpy night gown she was wearing.

It proved to be quite hard. This was because Quinn was lying down on her back. However, he still managed to pull it over her head. In a gentle motion, he stroked her peaches, and covered her nipples with his mouth. He sucked on it as if that was what his life depended on. Quinn's eyes flew open immediately. She became alert, Who was it? However, as she felt the so familiar touch on her body, she relaxed. Henry! "When did you come in?" She managed to voice out. Henry didn't respond. He increased the vigor at which he was sucking on her nipple. "Unhhh..." She grabbed a fistful of his hair.. Soon, he pulled away from her mounds, "I couldn't sleep. So..." He knew she would understand what he meant. "And why is that? Why couldn't you sleep? This is well past midnight, I'm sure." Quinn said. She was irritated. She had to miss work, because Henry would be meeting with their daughter. And because he was excited, she had to help him sleep too? When did it become her obligation? An idea popped into he mind at that moment. She smiled at the thought. Since she was obligated to help him, why wouldn't he be obligated to help her? It was only fair if everything was balanced. She revved out of her thoughts, as Henry ran his long fingers along the fold of her pussy. "Fuck... Wait!" She pushed him back a little. Henry sat up on the bed. He bent over and fiddled for the switch of the bedside lamp. He wanted to observe her expression. Why did she stop him? He turned it on, and saw Quinn looking at him with a weird look. "What is wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" He was puzzled. "I'm hungry." Quinn simply said.

"What? And how is that my-" He paused as he smiled. He felt he understood what she meant. "Yeah, I'm hungry too. And that's why I want to feed the both of us." Henry winked at her. "What are you saying? I didn't mean that type of hunger. I'm hungry for food. I want to eat." Quinn said softly. She rubbed her stomach and looked at him with a pleading gaze. "So, am I expected to cook for you?" Henry asked in amusement. "Of course... I can't do anything, while I'm hungry." Quinn said calmly. "But you were sleeping just now." Henry pointed out. "That was different..." Quinn said sharply. "What do you want to eat, then?" He finally asked. He prayed that she would request for noodles. But she didn't! "I want a plate of macaroni and cheese, and yeah some grilled chicken." Her mouth watered at the thought of eating those food. Henry stared at her with a blank expression. "Where the heck I'm I supposed to get chicken from?" He fixed her face with a glare. "In the kitchen... Hurry up. If you really want to fuck me, then feed me. You wouldn't like it if I fainted during our exercise, would you?" Quinn shrugged. Henry sighed as he got up, "Alright then. Hold on." He grumpily dragged his feet out of the room. After he left, Quinn lay back on the bed, and laughed heartily, "That was fun, hahaha..." She recalled the look on his face earlier on and began laughing again. But she wasn't joking when she said she was hungry... Though it wasn't up to the extent of eating by that time. All she wanted to do, was punish him a little. He couldn't keep disturbing her beauty sleep, anytime he was horny. Maybe after this experience, he would cut down on his habits. She placed her hands behind her head and sighed. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

How would the meeting between father and daughter once it was daybreak? Emelda had features which resembled her father. Her eyes, which were the color of the ocean; a deep blue... The only facial feature, Emelda inherited from her was her lips. At such a young age as she was, she had plump luscious, and yeah sexy lips .... Paired with her eyes, and Caucasian nose, Emelda was a beauty to behold. Just like her... What if after they met, Henry began making investigations and finally discovered that Emelda was his daughter? Maybe she should reveal the truth? If she was to be honest to herself, Henry wasn't really at fault about the whole thing. The only thing he did, which she was still angry about, was the fact that he had taken advantage of her, while she was still his maid. And he was still taking advantage of her. What could she do? Ask her friends for advice? Thinking about her friends, she remembered Jayden and Arianna's drama. They would find a way to sort themselves out. That was if they were really meant to be....