Sleeping with My Boss (and his son?)

Chapter 31

The guys talk quietly with their mother for a bit, and Dimitri stays in the hallway. Eventually, Rafe comes to me and grabs my hand, "come on beautiful, time for you and me to head upstairs and get some work done. This," he waves his hand around, "is going to take a lot longer than this morning to sort out and we have to finish out the weekend whether we like it or not." His arm is around me and when we walk by Dimitri in the hallway, Rafe turns toward him, "I love you, dad." Dimitri reaches out and pats and squeezes Rafes shoulder, "love you too, son.".

We make it upstairs and get to work on scheduling and rolling out emails and such. I make the certificate for the award tonight. And I glance at the door far more often than I should. I'm torn between what I need to be doing and where I want to be, which is with Donovan. Once we finish up, having said nothing to each other, outside of things to do with work, I hug Rafe and then walk to the room I share with Donovan. I didn't see or hear Donovan, or the others, on my way there. Once I'm in our room and have the door shut behind me, I collapse on the bed and I shoot him a text. Almost immediately, it shows a read receipt. And a few minutes later he is on the room and getting in the bed with me.

Lying there looking at each other, I'm afraid to speak. He must see it on my face and he reaches out and runs his hand up my side, "she believes you, sweetheart. She and dad have been in their room for hours. And what happens between them is between them. Dominic and I picked up everything from the convention center. Now, to focus on us." He says and gently kisses me. "Let's pack, I can't wait to get tonight over with and to go home with you."

I nod, "Donovan, I can only stay with you tomorrow night. My kids aren't just going to be okay with me being with another man." His eyes darken and his jaw tightens. He doesn't look angry, more hurt. I scoot next to him and kiss him. "I'm not saying no to us, I'm just saying, it's not going to be like it has been this week."

He pulls me close, "I know, but please, I'm just asking you give us a real chance."

A few more reassurances to each other, and we get up and get packed. By the time we finish packing, it's time to get dressed for tonight. The evening goes off without a hitch, and while we haven't spoken, I can tell some of Maryanne's iciness towards me had melted.

While on the plane later that night, a blanket is across us and we are talking. We are talking about what I'll say to Jason, how I'll tell the kids, and what the next steps are. Wearing sweats with an elastic band and an oversized tee shirt, Donovan takes advantage when I stretch out. Hand slipping beneath the blanket and into my pants, he asks me if I can be quiet. I nod and then almost immediately go back on my word. His strong fingers stroking me, teasing my pussy but not dipping into me. I grip the armrest and spread my legs for him. Biting my lip to prevent a moan from slipping out, I rode his hand. Grinding against him, begging for more. Just as we are told to fasten our seatbelts for landing, I feel the orgasm about to take over. He doesn't stop and in moments, I'm cumming on his fingers, a flight attendant coming our way. He quickly removes his hand and fastens his seatbelt as I do mine with shaky hands. As the flight attendant turns away, he kisses me. "Thank you, Miss Tate," again using my maiden name.

It took longer than it should to retrieve our luggage. Finally though, Donovan is pulling up outside a single story, but fairly expansive ranch-style home. And only 5-6 minutes from my home. He parks and looks at me, "Welcome Home, sweetheart." Grabbing our bags, we head inside, where I'm immediately impressed.

"Your home is beautiful," I tell him.

He smiles, "you, are beautiful, Maddie and I hope our home isn't too forward." I choose not to comment. He shows me around, and gets to the bedrooms, "there are three guest or spare rooms, I think they would be perfect kids rooms. The girls in one, the boys in another. And this," he indicated the master as we walk in, "is our room."

I suddenly get overwhelmed, "I haven't even talked to Jason yet, Donovan. And I can't move from his home directly into yours, it.."

"I'm not asking you to. I wouldn't say no if it's what you wanted, but I promise, I'm just saying that it's here when you're ready," he cut me off and pulled me to him while he was talking, "Tonight, let's just go to bed. Big day tomorrow." Suddenly, I'm exhausted, so I don't hesitate to agree. After getting ready for bed, I am asleep with moments.

. . .

Waking up the next morning, I find myself alone in bed. I locate my phone on the nightstand and realize it almost 10:00. Getting up and wasting no time slipping into clothes for the day and brushing my teeth, I go in search of Donovan. The smell of coffee and bacon guide me directly to him, which immediately brings a smile to my face. He is wearing dark denim jeans and a black fitted tee with black boots. And I have to call attention to it, "did you plan to dress like me today?"

He turns to see me, eyes taking over my body that is clad in almost identical clothing. "Well, sleepyhead, I'd say that you dressed like me, I've been up for a couple hours now," he teases.

Grabbing the mug of coffee he just poured, I kiss him and lean against the counter. I decide jumping right in is best. "Mom and dad have the kids today, I texted Jason while I was getting ready telling him I'd be there within the next hour. I am hoping that he lets me leave with my suv and my necessities."

He's nodding along and adds, "I'd like to be there. I don't trust his temper."

To this, I nod, "I don't know that you being there is a great idea. But if we are doing this together, I need to let you be a part of the decision." I take a swallow of coffee, "I asked mom to bring the kids over at about 1400. I figured he and I will have time by then to decide how to tell them." Donovan is nothing but supportive. Eat up and let's go."

We finish breakfast, clean up quickly and are on the way to my home. To the home I thought I'd grow old in. We had worked hard to buy this property, and we built a home with exactly what I wanted throughout. Jason had little input, said it was just a house. I feel tears running down my face.  I wipe at them quickly, swallowing down the knot in my throat. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Donovan looks at me, and moves his hand to the center console, as though offering it if I need him, but not taking the choice away from me. I leave it there. Right now, if I touch him, I know I'll fall apart. We pull in, and before we even park, Jason is on the porch.