The Boss's Daughter [Richard Armitage fanfic]

Chapter 40 - A pair

How about watching Richard working out (in this case, in Hannibal style)? I think it's quite an interesting idea... I would love it, with no doubt ;) But there is another better surprise in this chapter. I hope you like it!! <3 

(Olivia's POV)

There is nothing like home. Our bed, our kitchen, our cats, our couch... It's always so good to travel, but one of the best parts is the journey back home. I woke up and my bed was emptier than before. It was Sunday morning and we had a private appointment with my doctor. Since I've been out for a week, the doctor and I agreed that as soon as we arrived in London, we had to see how our baby was doing. My pregnancy was still in the beginning and I had to be very careful with everything I ate, drank and did. I put on my silk robe and walked into the bathroom and washed my face.

-Richard? Where are you honey? –I called, drying my face with a towel. No answer came, so I decided to walk downstairs. I looked for him in the kitchen and no sign of him. There was no note on the table or any signs of breakfast. I opened the curtains of the living room and looked outside. Empty. My heart skipped a bit, but I knew he had to be somewhere in the house. I walked upstairs again and I walked into the attic. The chances of him being there were very reduced, but still I tried. The door was not closed, so I stepped in slowly. I heard a soft growl coming from the inside and I looked for the place where the sound came. There he was. Standing with his back for me, my husband was working out. Pushing his weight up while he hanged from the ceiling. I could see his entire body from the top to the bottom. His boarded shoulders were framing his strong and defined arms. His long back, so gracious and sexy. I could see every muscle of his moving, as he worked his push ups gracefully. Big drops of sweat rolling down his body, making a tingle grow in my stomach and then up my spine. Lower, his round butt covered in black underwear. His strong legs hanging from the ground too, while his feet were crossed one in the other. I loved everything about his masculinity. How well built his figure was, how big and protectful, sexy and erotic. Since I can't hide myself for long, I accidentally dropped something from the wall I was standing against. Richard jumped from the iron bars and turned to me quickly.

-Gosh, it's you! –he said, laughing with his hand on his chest. Oh man, that sweaty body was making me things... I was trying to recover from my scare, while I was also trying not to lose my head with him again.

-I'm sorry! I went looking for you and I couldn't find any sign of you, so I came here... Working out? –I said, standing on my tip toes to kiss him. Salty lips from his sweat, the warm temperature, breathing out from every pore of his skin.

-It's ok, my dear. I never leave this house without telling you. Yes, I woke up with a strange need to work out. So I built this last-minute gym here. –he said, pointing at the iron bars hanging from the ceiling with a piece of leather.

-That's nice baby! I don't think you should workout, you look great just like that. –I said, touching his wet abs softly.

-Hey, I'm all sweaty and salty. –he said, trying to remove my hands from his belly. I held them against his skin to show him I didn't mind with the sweat at all. I felt every muscle to his chest. His breathing was still rush, trying to get back to the normal rhythm. His collar bones were shining, as for his neck and jawline. He looked at me, smirking. My eyes met his lips and we kissed. He was so good... Tongues fighting for domination, followed by our hands next, while he undressed my silk robe softly. His fingers rubbing on my skin were making me shivers all over. The destination was a wooden desk in the corner of the attic. I don't need to tell you what happened next...