Sex With My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 70

Henry turned uncomfortably on his bed. He hadn't been able to get any sleep, since he returned from work.

And that was because; he was finally meeting with Emelda the next day. That was right; he would get to see her.

He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at all.

What could he do then?

He turned on the bedside lamp, and glanced at the time,

2:00am.

'Fuck.'

He scrambled off the bed, and made his way outside the bedroom.

Maybe he could ask Quinn for help.

...................

Getting to her door, he took a deep breath, and pushed it open.

It wasn't even locked.

His heart was palpitating as he went inside...

Would she turn down his request?

The entire room was dark. He stood still for some minutes, trying to get used to the darkness.

After a while, he spotted her figure sprawled on the bed.

He smiled as he made his way towards her.

Bending over her figure, he breathed some warm air over her face.

"Quinn? Wake up..." His voice was husky and seductive.

In her drowsy state, Quinn turned and pulled him down towards her body.

As he landed on her soft body, he smiled to himself,

'That was easy.'

He placed his weight on both hands to avoid crushing her body.

He gently got up, and removed his pajamas.

Then, he slowly removed the skimpy night gown she was wearing.

It proved to be quite hard. This was because Quinn was lying down on her back.

However, he still managed to pull it over her head.

In a gentle motion, he stroked her peaches, and covered her nipples with his mouth.

He sucked on it as if that was what his life depended on.

Quinn's eyes flew open immediately.

She became alert,

Who was it?

However, as she felt the so familiar touch on her body, she relaxed.

Henry!

"When did you come in?" She managed to voice out.

Henry didn't respond. He increased the vigor at which he was sucking on her nipple.

"Unhhh..." She grabbed a fistful of his hair..

Soon, he pulled away from her mounds,

"I couldn't sleep. So..." He knew she would understand what he meant.

"And why is that? Why couldn't you sleep? This is well past midnight, I'm sure." Quinn said.

She was irritated. She had to miss work, because Henry would be meeting with their daughter.

And because he was excited, she had to help him sleep too?

When did it become her obligation?

An idea popped into he mind at that moment. She smiled at the thought.

Since she was obligated to help him, why wouldn't he be obligated to help her?