Page 43 of A Million Boss Kisses

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Yaseer Haynes

I spent the next five hours in the hospital being poked and prodded, but I’d do it all over again for Lil Q and Marissa.

Since Lil Q was a gunshot victim, the police showed up to question him, but he was still out.

Marissa gave them a few bullshit lines about not having an idea what happened, and Vincent had it out with the police and hospital security until two of his men were allowed to post up outside of Lil Q’s door for the evening.

When we got back to Marissa’s house, I took my time and ran her a bubble bath, lit some lavender and chamomile candles, and helped her into the jacuzzi tub.

I left the bathroom and went to grab everything she would need after the shower and placed it on the bed so she could climb into the bed and relax.

When I returned to the bathroom her eyes were closed, small beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and the jets pulsed gently around her.

The steam curling off the water suddenly made me fearful that it wasn’t healthy for the baby.

I did a quick Google search and sure enough, they advised against it.

I sauntered over to the faucet handles and turned on some cold water.

“What are you doing?” Marissa’s eyes popped open and wrinkles riddled her forehead.

“According to Healthline, you shouldn’t be taking extremely hot bubble baths because they can be harmful for the baby and you in here boiling like a lobster,” I informed her.

“Yaseer, turn that water off! It’s not that hot in here.”

“Nah beautiful, let me cool it down a little bit. Just a little.”

She rolled her eyes and kicked her feet at me, splashing water at me. “Shit, that don’t bother me. I’ll just get in with you. I was trying to cater to you.” I pulled my wet shirt off.

“No, I was enjoying the catering to me. Can you get me a glass of wine?”

“Hell naw!” I declined and she burst out laughing. “Ain’t no wine or none of that. I can get in with you and massage your back, though, if you need something to take the edge off.”

She bit into her bottom lip and nodded her head, so I took off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper before easing in behind her.

“Yaseer,” she called my name, spinning her body around with ease in the oversized tub before lowering herself onto my lap. Bubbles covered her titties, and I fought to keep my attention on her face as my dick got hard.

“Wassup, beautiful?”

“I love you and I appreciate you,” Marissa professed, gripping my dick in her hands.

“I love you too,” I grinned, cupping her chin and pulling her face down to mine.

Feeding Marissa my tongue, I used my free hand to pull her into me.

There was never a doubt in my mind that Marissa loved a nigga.

I understood she was barely out of her marriage, while I hadn’t been in shit serious since Janna, so I had no problem with her moving at her pace.

However, those words shot a jovial feeling straight through my chest. I hoped that every stroke of my tongue conveyed how deep my love for her went.

Especially now that we were on our way to sharing a child.

“Today is a day that I’ll never forget,” she commented after she broke the kiss. “You really froze Quinten’s assets for me?” Marissa batted her pretty eyelashes and pursed her lips.

“I’ll do anything for you, beautiful,” I reassured her, gently caressing her hips underneath the water.

“I told that nigga we trying to have a spring wedding so we can use the light purple shades you love, and he’s in the fucking way.

I’m glad he got his mind right. It was that or make you a widow. I didn’t give a fuck either way.”

“It was that crazy glint in your eyes that almost had me folding in my hotel room that day you finessed your way in with the masseuse.”

Marissa rubbed her free hand across my chest and gently stroked my dick with the other. My head leaned back, and I took a deep breath. Her eyes burned with pure lust, but I was waiting for her to make the first move.

“Now that I have my emotions in order, I can proudly announce that his lawyer drafted a Marital Settlement Agreement, and he signed it. I signed as soon as it came through my phone before he could pull anything else. My attorney said the divorce should be finalized within thirty to sixty days, depending on how quickly we can get in front of a judge.”

My hands moved to Marissa’s ass, and I caressed her cheeks gently with a triumphant smile on my face.

Marissa leaned in to kiss me again, and this time I felt her easing down on my dick, a soft moan escaping her pretty lips.

I cupped her breasts and brought them to my face, alternating sucking on them as she bounced up and down on my dick, sending the water rippling.

The steam rose around us, and Marissa placed her hands on my shoulders to anchor herself as she went crazy on the dick.

“Fuck, beautiful. Go ‘head. Ride yo dick. Show out for me.” I emitted a low growl, releasing her breast to roughly slap both of her ass cheeks, sending water splashing out of the tub.

Her eyes closed, and her head fell back while she bit her bottom lip. I took that opportunity to lean up in her pussy and take control while I kissed down her neck.

“Oh, right there.”

“You see why you carrying my jit. Putting all this good pussy on me,” I groaned.

“Yes, give me this dick just like that,” she encouraged, caressing her nipples.

Our bodies sloshed around in the water like we were made for each other. Her hands abandoned her nipples, and she gripped the edge of the tub to help her regain control. “I’m about to cum, Yaseer. I love you!”

“I love you too. Always. Let that pussy tell me too,” I pleaded.

Marissa released the tub and wrapped her arms around my head, bouncing fervently with her titties bouncing in my face.

I stuck my tongue out and licked them anytime they came close enough since she had me in a headlock while she chased her nut.

I was about to explode, feeling Marissa in control, having her way, until I felt her body jerking in my arms. Covering her lips with mine, I kissed her to stifle her yelps since Quincy and Amill were somewhere in the house.

I held onto her back, nutting all in this good pussy.

Her panting slowed and her gentle lips pecked my bald head.

“You know I like that shit. Do it again.” I requested, slapping her ass cheeks again.

She peppered kisses across the top of my head, trailing down my forehead until our lips met.

“Tell me you love me again,” I coaxed.

“I love you, Yaseer Haynes.”

“I love you, beautiful.”

“You were sending Ellis to Miami to pick up cheesecake once a week. Buying cars. I’m ready to see what you’ll do for this pregnant pussy,” she teased, lifting out of my lap.

“Anything and everything,” I announced, leaning forward to gently bite her ass cheek.

She giggled and grabbed a rag to wash me up. After we got out of the bathtub, we went into the bedroom, but Marissa came to a halt when she saw the purple box with San Sebastián sprawled across the top, resting on the bed next to the pajamas I laid out for her.

“You had San Sebastián create a custom box for me this time?” She gasped, giddy to sink her teeth into her favorite dessert.

“I did,” she bounced over to the bed with the towel wrapped around her waist.

“Would you mind grabbing me a fork from downstairs?” Marissa requested, plopping onto the bed and pulling open the box.

“After the day I…” Her words caught in her throat when she looked inside and saw a slice of cheesecake topped with glossy acai purée.

Nestled beside it was a violet velvet box, its rich color perfectly complementing the one carat intense pink purple diamond that was close to lilac, since that was her absolute favorite shade of purple.

“Marissa, you’ve been a firecracker that I never saw coming, lighting up my life in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.

I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but the day you smacked the fuck out of me in front of all my employees, rolling yo neck and batting them beautiful eyes, and smacking those perfect lips, I said I would make you mine by any means.

Now I’m ready for the next phase of our lives.

I’m going to keep you in my life by any means, and the first step is changing your last name,” I recited the words I worked on between being tested all afternoon, and eased up beside her, pulling the box out of her hand to retrieve the ring and get down on one knee.

My towel was slipping off, I didn’t think this all the way through, but I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t want to wait another minute.

“Marissa, will you permanently become my personal spark and marry me?”

“Yes!” She screeched, extending her hand in my direction, holding onto her towel. “I went from wanting to beat yo ass for talking about my son to letting you get me pregnant. You are a special kind of man that I’d never let go.”

I slipped the ring up her finger and stood, my towel still somewhere on the floor. Marissa released her towel and cupped my cheeks to initiate a kiss that left my dick hard. Her nipples pressed against my chest as I gently guided her back to the bed, and made love to my fiancée.

After making Marissa cum twice and showering again, she was knocked out.

About thirty minutes later, I slipped out of bed and dressed in one of the jogger sets I kept at her spot.

Vincent was outside in the truck, waiting for me to come out.

He probably thought his proposition would have me shook, but I was on whatever behind mine.