Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 472

Manuela’s POV

I woke up to the smell of coffee and a gentle caress in my hair. Flavian was sitting on the edge of the bed, running his hand tenderly through my hair. I opened my eyes and saw a small smile form on his lips.

"Good morning, sunshine!" I heard his deep, low voice, which awakened memories of the previous night, of him telling me how much he loved me while slowly making love to me.

"Good morning, ray of light!" I smiled at him lazily. He leaned down and kissed me, then handed me a coffee mug.

"How are you feeling today?" He asked with concern in his voice.

"I'm fine. The wound hurts a little, but it's nothing serious." I replied, looking at the bandage on my arm.

"Hmm. It's almost time for your pain medication." He placed the breakfast tray on the bed. "Eat."

"Is that an order?" I laughed at his authoritative tone.

"It certainly is." He smiled, playing along.

"Big guy, I need to report my stolen phone and block the line. I forgot about it yesterday." I mentioned while drinking my coffee.

"Don't worry, I've already taken care of all that. You have some jelly on your mouth." He smiled and licked the corner of my mouth, cleaning off the jelly, and gave me a sweet kiss there. "Mmm! Delicious. Now I understand why you love apricot jelly so much."

"What? Are you telling me you've never had apricot jelly?" I laughed at him, as that seemed impossible.

"Not on you, but I think I'll start doing that." Flavian commented, picking up the jelly jar and examining it.

My eyes were wide, fixed on him. He gave a mischievous smile and put the jar back on the tray.

"That'll be for another time, little one. Now we're going to the mall to buy you a new phone."

"You don't have to, big guy. I have my old one." I replied, biting the last piece of toast with jelly.

"The one your mom keeps bothering you on and that you keep turned off most of the time? No, little one, I want to be able to talk to you anytime." He complained.

"You hardly ever call me, Flavian, and you can call me at the office too." My words came out more like a complaint than I intended.

"Are you complaining that I don't call you enough?" His eyes sparkled with amusement as he stared at me.

"As soon as what?" I asked because I needed to know what was happening; too much time had passed without him opening up to me.

"As soon as I finish this case that's taking up so much of my time at the precinct." He sighed and pulled away. I knew he wouldn't say more.

"Okay." I decided to concede.

He was being attentive with me and sincere about the love he claimed to feel, I didn't want to lose this moment, and I could give him the benefit of the doubt for a little while longer.

"I'll buy a new phone if - and pay close attention, Detective Moreno—I'll buy the phone if you can guarantee me that you also miss me while you're buried in your precinct problems, whatever they may be." I decided to return to the phone topic and try to ease the tension that had formed.

"Little one, while I'm buried in my precinct problems, all I think about is being buried in you!" He gave a mischievous smile, ran his hand over my body, down to my intimacy. "I'm going to show you and guarantee you that I miss you, that I'm dying to be with you, and that whatever problems I'm dealing with, I'm always thinking of you."

He lay on top of me and made love to me once more, and with each kiss, each time he entered me, he assured me that he missed me, that he only thought of me, and that he loved me like no one else could. His words flowed from his mouth full of emotion, his voice rang with undeniable sincerity, and his gentle but possessive touches left no room to doubt the love he declared.

For the rest of the morning, he assured me that he wanted me as much as I wanted him and that he loved me with the intensity and necessity he always told me about. He left no room for me to doubt his love. For the rest of the weekend, his phone stayed off, and he focused on me, on my needs, and on making me feel secure that he was with me and only me.

However, even though I trusted his love was mine, I still felt something was wrong, something was happening, bothering him, irritating him. I just hoped that besides loving me, he would also trust me enough to share his concerns with me.