My Possessive Boss Husband

Summary

I was pinching the small of my athletic younger brother’s back, trying to get a new sweater on him.

His grunt coincided with my phone ringing.

"It's too small, I can't get it on."

"No way! I bought it according to your measurements."

"It's stuck! Easy, ouch, ouch, ouch."

"Okay, okay, I'm helping, aren't I?"

I gave it a good tug and cooed,

"There you go, sweetie. All better now, let your big sis see."

"You sure?"

Later, I heard that the boss took a mysterious call during a meeting, his face growing darker by the second.