Falling for Her Boss Again

26. Confrontation

Larry

"Wow Gemma, is this how our future going to look like? You working, and I'm being the house husband who you shower with a gift basket? I expect chocolate and cheese in there. Are there coffee and..." My words fade out when I see her face. She looks tired and upset when I help her rest the gift basket on the kitchen counter.

"Who's this from? Jessica?" I asked cause no one knew about my Vertigo aside from Tyler and Jessica.

Gemma is still silent when she pulls out the little card and I read it. Oh, shit...

"Gemma, baby, this doesn't change anything."

"I think Murray was waiting for me, before getting into the same elevator as mine." Gemma distanced herself from me when she kept on talking. "That man can talk. No wonder he's in marketing. He even sounds so convincing. I didn't believe him of course. But then, this arrived for you."

"Gemma,"

"You're thinking of marrying her aren't you?"

"What fuck no... I love you. You and I just getting started, we get along so well."

"Yeah? For how long Larry? We both know you love your work more."

Wait...where's this coming from?

"What...how can...how can you say that?"

"Did you or did you not come home late on Friday because you were meeting her family?"

"I...I did but we were also discussing business. You know damn well how many projects we're getting out of it!" The moment I curse and raise my voice at her, I know I have done something terribly wrong.

"I googled her, Larry. She's smart, beautiful, and very driven. She's perfect for you. And I know your dad wanted you to be with her." Gemma looks devastatingly gorgeous and the more she raises her voice, the more I know she's jealous. Meaning, she really does love me. As twisted as it sounds, I like it.

"Gemma! Don't, I love you. You love me too. We are having a great time. We're perfect for each other."

"N-no...Larry, she's perfect for you, she's..."

Not giving her the chance to spew more anger, I take her in my arms and show her just how much I love her jealousy and her possessiveness. "I've never been with anyone who googled and stalked who I have meals with. That's so fucking hot."

"What? Larry, that's not the point here!" She tries to push me back but I have her cage between me and the fridge. My hand rests on her hip and her neck, she doesn't have a chance when our kiss gets more intense.

"Larry..."

"Shh...baby, you look so hot in this skirt. I want you."

"Larry, don't, you're still sick." She kisses me back and this time I give her some space, though not too much.

"I made you a bubble bath when you told me you were on your way home." My hand cups her cheek, tilting her, giving me the view of flushed cheeks and plump lips for our passionate kisses.

"You're trying to distract me from this." She pointed to the gift basket, apparently still pissed with the thing.

"What no...you know what, hold on..." I called my driver telling him to pick up a lovely gift basket for his wife at my apartment. "There, are we good now?"

"Um..."

It's cute when Gemma is lost for words and I just can't help but push for more hot sexy kisses. God...I don't think I've ever kissed so much in my entire life before. Kisses used to be a prelude to sex. But now...knowing Gemma still prohibits me from having sex, I still wanted those kisses. No matter how much it strained the front of my sweatpants is getting.

"So, now that the gift basket is gone, will you have that bath? I can join you, you know..." I wink and she finally smiles at me. It made my heart flutter, oh damn...I know I love her, but this was something else. It's weird fluffy feelings that made me want to keep her in my basement. Okay, I don't have a basement, and maybe that's a good thing. I'll spook her out for sure.

"You really drew me a bath?"

"Of course," I reply defensively. "Okay, maybe I was bored out of my mind. But you are on my mind, my beautiful, Gemma..."

"Larry, you're such a talker!" She slaps my arm playfully but lets me take her hand and walk her to the master bathroom.

"There, see...now all we gotta do is get naked." I grin and she laughs. Mm...I love the sound of her laughter. I know I've seen her naked before, but when she strips, I swear I can pound a nail with my erection. Okay...maybe I exaggerated that part, but he'll, I am hard as a rock and it's not even funny anymore.

"Mmh...you'll make a very good househusband. I like this treatment. So, will you make me coffee and breakfast tomorrow too?" Gemma rests head on my chest as I wrap her in my arms. Her back to my front as I let her get comfortable against my body, though my cock was impossibly hard between us. The situation was not relaxing on my part. Nope. Not at all.

"Depends, how sexy do you want me to cook your breakfast?" I ask kissing the side of her neck, while my hands rub her sides. She's feeling my stiffness when she starts to shudder.

"Well, you will need an apron. But I'll let you sort out the rest." Gemma sighs when she takes my hand and moves it between her legs.

"Fuck baby, you're getting hot aren't you?"

"Uh-huh..." She replies by parting her legs and I curse myself for putting bubbles in our bath.

Her moans resonate the bathroom walls and I can't help myself to start rubbing myself between her ass cheeks. I want to be inside her, but she adheres to my doctor's restrictions. So I keep on slipping my fingers and rubbing her until her hand pushes mine to add more fingers and slip inside her.

"Fuck baby, you're so sexy. We need to do this again without the bubbles."

She lets out a flirtatious laugh and I groan, catching her lips the second she turns to face me for more intimacy.

"Straddle me,"

"Larry, you're still..."

"I know baby, just touch me. I need your hand on me. I'm so ready to blow."

I curse when she finally does. Her hand feels so good. She strokes my cock up and down, gripping me tighter making both of us moan when at the same time I rub her clit, feeling her warmth, groaning, wanting so badly to be inside her.

"Damn, I feel like a fucking teenager here. Gemma, more baby, I'm so close."

"Larry!" She cries out my name when my lips catch her nipple. I lick and suck and she struggles to stay still when I move to her other nipple.

When she finally climaxes, I follow seconds after her. Our breaths are heavy, our kisses turn lazy and our bodies relax with my hands wrapped around her naked one.

"You really do give good baths." She mutters half sleepy.

"I know beautiful, but I think we need to rinse and get you to bed. I'll fix us some dinner, or we can order in."

"Mm...you can cook. If it's as good as your bath then I'm all for your cooking."

I laugh and pull her for a deep sexy kiss. "Your wish is my command," I say softly, kissing her forehead before helping her up the bathtub, and under the shower. We rinse and get dressed before I leave her to relax in bed while going to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

I can't believe that I'm smiling while cooking dinner for my Gemma. It feels so domestic, though I won't have it any other way. Yup. I'm so whipped.