[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant) Chapter 43: Quality Time

"You’re not the type to stop a pregnant wife from spending quality ti with their husband, right?"

The question settles into the space between us.

Xue Lian’s face does sothing interesting then, not a dramatic shift, more like watching ice crack under pressure. Color creeps up his neck in patches, spreading across his cheeks, and I can’t tell if it’s anger making him flush or embarrassnt at being cornered so neatly in front of Bael.

His fingers press white against the file he’s holding, knuckles standing out for a breath before he forces them to relax, smoothing his grip like he can smooth away what just happened.

Bael is still sitting there looking perfectly composed, but there’s a slight curve at the corner of his mouth that he’s not quite hiding, the kind of almost-smile that says he’s enjoying every second of this.

He leans back in his chair, fingers tapping once against the armrest before going still, and when he speaks his tone is light, almost apologetic in a way that fools absolutely no one.

"Ah, I’m sorry, Xue Lian. It seems we’ll have to reschedule."

A pause, just long enough to let that sit.

Then his gaze flicks up to and that amusent deepens into sothing warr, sothing that makes my stomach do an inconvenient flip.

"My husband here is running out of patience, you see."

Oh shit.

Heat floods my face so fast I feel dizzy with it, my ears burning in a way that has nothing to do with the temperature in this office.

That’s not what I ant, not even close, I just wanted to knock that smug look off Xue Lian’s face, wanted him to rember exactly whose ring Bael is wearing and who’s standing here with a hand on his shoulder like they belong.

But now Bael’s twisted it into sothing else entirely and I can feel myself turning red from my neck to my hairline.

Xue Lian takes a slow breath, the kind that’s ant to center yourself when you want to throw sothing, and by the ti he looks at again his expression has smoothed back into sothing cooler, more controlled, like he’s sealed over that crack I just put there.

"Of course," he says, voice so even it almost sounds genuine, "I wouldn’t want to interrupt."

He stands with deliberate care, gathering his file and tucking it under one arm with the precision of soone who’s using the movent to buy ti, to collect himself before he does sothing he’ll regret.

Then he stops.

Just for a second.

His eyes move between us, catching on where my hand is still resting against Bael’s shoulder, and when they settle back on there’s sothing sharp underneath the politeness.

"I didn’t realize you needed so much attention."

The words are courteous enough but the delivery isn’t, each syllable carrying weight that has nothing to do with what he’s actually saying.

I smile at him anyway, keeping it light and easy like I haven’t noticed the barb.

"Marriage."

One word, that’s all I give him, and it’s enough.

His jaw tightens just barely before he turns toward the door, already moving like staying here another second might make him say sothing he can’t take back.

"I’ll look forward to our lunch next ti, Bael."

He doesn’t look back when he says it, just keeps walking until the door closes behind him with a soft click that sohow sounds louder than it should.

Silence drops over the office.

It’s just us now, standing beside Bael’s desk with my hand still on his shoulder because apparently I forgot it was there, and him sitting back in his chair looking up at with an expression that makes my instincts scream at to run.

The reality of what I just said hits about three seconds too late.

Quality ti.

As husbands.

The words play back in my head and get louder with each repetition, and I can feel my face heating up all over again because what was I thinking, why did I say it like that, I just...

I pull my hand back and take a step toward the couch.

Bael’s hand catches my waist before I make it two feet.

Firm and deliberate, his fingers curling against my side as he pulls back toward him with enough certainty that my feet move before my brain catches up.

"Where are you going?"

His voice is low and amused, like this is the most entertaining thing that’s happened to him all week.

I try to step back again, pulling against his grip.

It tightens.

Then he pulls harder and I stumble slightly, my balance going sideways, and before I can correct it I’m being guided down onto his lap, his arm wrapping around my waist to hold in place.

"Aren’t we sharing quality ti?" he murmurs against my ear, his breath warm enough to make shiver. "As husbands?"

My breath catches sowhere in my throat and refuses to co back out properly.

"No, I..."

His hand slides under my shirt before I can finish, palm warm against my stomach, fingers spreading across my ribs as they move higher until they settle over my chest.

"You said it yourself." He said. "You started it, Runze."

His thumb finds my nipple and circles it once, before pinching just hard enough to send a jolt straight through that makes my teeth sink into my lower lip to trap the sound trying to escape.

"Ngh..."

He does it again, more slowly, like he’s cataloging exactly what makes react and filing it away for later use.

My hand cos up without permission, gripping at his forearm, nails digging in slightly as I try to stay still and quiet and failing at both because he’s making it impossible.

His other hand mirrors the first and now both of them are moving, rubbing and pinching and sending heat through in waves that keep building no matter how hard I try to control it.

A sound slips out, quiet and breathy and entirely too loud for how close Shen Rui’s desk is to this door.

Bael lets out a low hum, pleased, and shifts his hold on , turning so I’m facing him, straddling his lap with my knees pressing into the chair on both sides.

My hands grab his shoulders, fingers digging in, and when his mouth hits my neck, teeth scraping right under my ear, my head tips back on its own, letting him at more skin.

His hands move down my sides, over my hips, then to my ass, squeezing the cheeks before tugging at my pants’ waistband.

They drop right off, easy as hell.

Cool air hits my bare skin, and I feel the wetness already leaking from my hole, my body getting ready way too fast.

Bael picks up on it quick.

His fingers slide back there, checking out, and the rough noise he makes against my neck says it all.

"This wet already?" he says, voice low and hungry.

I don’t say shit back.

Can’t, with his fingers pushing in... one thick one first, then another, opening up slowly, like he’s dragging it out on purpose.

My arms go around his neck, face pressed to his shoulder to hide the moans trying to get out.

Shen Rui’s right outside the door, probably at his desk doing normal work things while I’m in here falling apart on his boss’s lap.

The thought should make stop this, should make push Bael away and fix my clothes and pretend this never happened.

It doesn’t.

Bael’s fingers pull out and I hear his belt, the tallic click and slide of his zipper, and when I glance down his cock is already out, hard and flushed and waiting.

He lifts a bit, lines us up, and presses the head against my slick hole, sliding in slowly, one steady push until he’s all the way in, filling my ass completely.

I bite my lip hard, tasting blood to keep from yelling.

He holds still for a beat, letting take his size. Then he starts moving, slow thrusts at first, controlled, hands on my hips pulling down onto him each ti.

Every slide hits deep, rubbing that spot inside that makes my eyes go fuzzy.

I try to stay quiet, biting back the sounds, but his cock pounding in and out makes it tough. The noises slip... soft grunts turning into louder gasps.

Bael’s grip gets tighter, speed picking up, slamming harder. His mouth covers mine, tongue shoving in to eat up my next moan.

I give in, kissing back ssy and desperate.

Then he stands up, still buried in my ass, arms under my thighs holding up like it’s nothing. Next thing, my back slams onto the desk, papers flying everywhere, so shit crashing down.

He keeps going, no pause, fucking rough now, desk shaking with each hard thrust into my hole.

My hands grab the desk edge, holding on white-knuckled as he rails , cock stretching and owning my ass completely.

Heat builds in my gut, winding up tight from the nonstop pounding until I can’t take it. I cum hard, ass clenching around his dick, body jerking as waves hit .

He doesn’t quit, just fucks through it, making the high last longer until I’m shaking and too sensitive everywhere.

He changes the angle a touch, nailing that spot perfectly, and I blow again... stronger, vision going white, hole squeezing him like crazy while I leak more slick.

Bael loses it right after. His hips jerk wild, then he shoves deep one last ti, groaning as he shoots his load inside , hot cum filling my ass up.

We stay connected like that, both of us breathing too hard, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his hands still gripping my thighs, the weight of him pressing into the desk.

I’m shaking, subtle tremors I can’t stop, aftershocks rolling through even as I try to catch my breath.

Bael pulls back just enough to look at and there’s sothing smug in his expression, sothing satisfied that makes want to hit him except I don’t have the energy.

"Quality ti," he murmurs.

I don’t have a response to that, can’t form words yet, so I just close my eyes and try to rember how breathing works.

Then the office phone rings.

Loud and insistent, right next to my head.

We both freeze.