A/N: Hello, hello! We are back with another chapter. Thank you for all the love and support you have been giving us and this story.

This chapter contains explicit sexual content. The start and end of the section will be marked with xxx

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If it wasn't one thing, it was another. Whether it was his own word vomit or someone else's… Boruto seemed to always have something to fix.

It was the worst when it was Sarada-related things that needed fixing because she was difficult. How was he supposed to fix things if she was ignoring him?

He couldn't.

That's where Himawari came in.

It wasn't like Boruto called and poured his heart out to his sister just to get her to help him. Himawari just happened to be an angel, suggesting she speak with Sarada and Boruto had faith that his sister wouldn't fail him. So, he gave Himawari Sarada's number and he waited.

And waited.

And waited.

It was after five o'clock and he had yet to hear back from his sister. Sarada had been MIA since Monday afternoon and whether anyone said it or not, he knew it was because of him.

Not his fault though. Totally not. Of course, even though he was irritated, he didn't blame Shikadai entirely. Boruto knew his friend wasn't trying to start anything or cause problems—if anything, he wanted things to work out between Sarada and Boruto.

If there were things to work out, that is.

Time was ticking by, his phone was still dry and his anxiety was eating at him.

Boruto had done everything he could, calling too many times, sending text after text and even stopping by her apartment only to find it empty. The unanswered door was just like his unanswered calls and messages and it was frightening. After twenty-four hours, Boruto's mind started concocting different variations of why Sarada was missing.

What if it wasn't him? What if she was hurt, or sick? What if something happened to her?

He couldn't take it.

Boruto was on the verge of losing his mind and it was a good thing he'd caught up on his work because currently, all he could do was pace back and forth in his office, checking his phone every minute.

Nothing.

Just when the hour changed again, and Boruto thought it was over—his not girl was never going to talk to him again—his office door opened and his heart swelled with hope.

Nobody entered his office without knocking—except Sarada.

"Sarada!" He breathed in overwhelming relief at the sight of the woman constantly on his mind finally gracing his eyes.

Not that he missed her or anything. He was just worried is all. Anyone would be!

"Sarada," he repeated her name, softer and calmer this time as she stepped in and closed the door behind herself. "Shit, Sarada…"

His relief was strong, but he was upset too. God, he was so mad at her!

"Sarada, what the hell?!" He nearly yelled, though he quickly lowered his voice. "Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

He hadn't slept. He could barely eat. Hell, he'd even been skipping his morning coffee!

"Well, don't just stand there! Tell me, Sarada. What. The. Hell."

She was just standing there, not saying a thing. After a few seconds, she walked up to him, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

Boruto wasn't expecting it. Not even a little bit, but he accepted it gladly. His arms wound around her slim waist, holding her tight against him, blue eyes falling shut as his lips molded against hers.

So soft. So sweet.

Fuck, he missed her.

Her sweet and alluring scent washed over him intoxicatingly. The first kiss was just a slow and meaningful touch. It should have been enough, but while they both tried to pull away, they couldn't bear to part. Their breaths mingled, hot and quick and then they were holding tighter to each other, lips meeting with hunger and urgency that no doubt was insatiable.

Boruto swallowed every breathy moan that escaped her and soon he was in need of much more. Sarada seemed to be in the same situation, all too eager to accept all of his touches. Once his hands started roaming, they didn't stop, though it wasn't long before they settled on her ass, gripping her plump bottom as he lifted her into his desk.

The kiss only deepened, tongues meeting in a frenzy of caresses and teeth nipping every chance they had. She hadn't said a single word, she didn't need to. This was more than enough for him. This was what they both needed.

To get lost in each other.

To give themselves to each other wholeheartedly.

Or, was it just sex?

Boruto didn't care what it was anymore, especially right now. He did, however, reluctantly pull himself away from the beauty on his desk, just long enough to admire her. Too many clothes. Way too many clothes. Boruto pushed her down on his desk after sliding his laptop and some folders out of the way. He pushed her shirt up over her chest, then her bra, leaving the garments on her while still letting him see everything he yearned for.

But his eyes weren't on her perfect breasts or hardened nipples. They were locked on hers, completely mesmerized by those onyx eyes that somehow, miraculously appeared bright and full of something close to adoration.

She was happy to see him too. Boruto's heart soared. Of course, she was happy to see him!

She was crazy about him!

She just didn't want to admit it.

So childish.

"Sarada," he breathed, leaning over her, one hand cupping her flushed cheek while his thumb brushed over her lips just so. "Don't ever disappear on me again."

Her hands came up to hold his and she shook her head, a smile on her face. "I won't. Even if I tried, I know you'll find a way to get me to come back."

Boruto returned her smile, thumb pulling down her bottom lip as his pride swelled at having her here like this, looking like an angel, saying these sweet and truthful words. How could he not want to make her his completely?

"Smart girl," He murmured softly, still smiling, though his eyes were heavily lidded as lust and longing and something else just hit him.

It was all so sudden.

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Leaning down over her more, Boruto kissed the tip of her nose. His hands weren't taking such an innocent approach though. His feelings were pouring out with each tender kiss to her body, with every careful and knowing touch. Sarada happily accepted all of it, helping him when he removed her pants and underwear, rolling her hips and spreading her legs in invitation.

This was a sight he was almost too familiar with.

How many times had he sat at this desk and got hard just from the memory of her? It would never fade. He would never want her any less. It didn't bother him one bit to have this woman driving him crazy.

A small part of him was aware of their location, which kept him from stripping all their clothes and going crazy. Sarada has a tight grip on his tie, keeping him pulled down so she could have her way with his mouth. Boruto didn't mind, but as soon as he started working his belt open, she started working the tie apart.

"Leave it," he ordered, though softly. They could need to get dressed in a hurry and it wouldn't be so easy for him if she made him take everything off.

Sarada whimpered a protest but Boruto cut her short with another deep kiss as he finally pulled his dick out of his pants and underwear. He'd been feeling smothered and not in the way he wanted to be.

When his lips broke away and he straightened himself to get a look at her damp sex, her own eyes fell to his length and she stared unabashedly. "Next time, it's all coming off." She said with a finality that had him cocking a brow, but he didn't bring about any hesitation in his part. He was quick to line his tip up with her entrance, too hot for her to wait.

"Next time?" Oh, he liked the sound of that. He smirked as he flexed his hips the tiniest bit, just enough to tease her. And him.

Sarada whimpered at the slightest touch. "If you do it right there will be."

"Of course." He agreed smugly, grabbing her by her hips to tug her down closer to him at the same time he thrust forward, giving her all of him in one go.

It was as glorious as it had been the first time, so hot and wet and tight. Perfect. She was so perfect. Just for him. She cried his name at the less than gentle initial push, and Boruto didn't hold back. He pulled his hips back slowly, dipping back down to muffle her moans with a heated kiss before he gave another powerful and purposeful thrust into her.

He was barely helping contain her voice at all, but he couldn't spare a second to scold her when she was wrapping her legs around his waist, bucking her hips to meet his steady, deep thrusts and tugging on his hair so hard he couldn't even think about moving his head.

They moved together, lost in the pleasure they received from each other, overcome by the heat between them and the undeniable connection they had.

Right, no denying it.

There was at least a little chemistry.

Boruto groaned when Sarada bit down on his lower lip, not taking it easy on him at all. His cock throbbed inside of her and her sensual and erotic moans started dragging out longer, taking a different tone that told him just as much as the quivering of her insides, that she was as close as he was.

The bite she'd given him had drawn blood, but Boruto couldn't be bothered to mind it more than turning his head so she could suck on his neck instead while he drove them closer and closer until she finally snapped.

"Son of a bitch," he screeched when her teeth latched onto his neck, a horribly failed attempt to keep her voice down. It hurt like hell, but it didn't take away from how good it felt to have her falling apart beneath him—to feel her insides quaking and pulsating as her hips rocked up to meet his.

Boruto came right along with her, not stilling until he'd rode out the last of his orgasm. His come made it even hotter inside of her, even wetter. It was amazing. She was amazing.

For a moment, neither of them moved, instead they kept still, letting their bodies calm until they were breathing more normally and their hearts settled back to a more steady rate. Then Boruto removed himself from her, gently, eyes falling to the mess he'd made between her legs.

The sight threatened to fire him up all over again.

"You fucking bit me." He huffed as he pulled his pants up, tucking in his still half-hard member before doing up his fly. "And here of all places? No way I'll be able to hide this bruise." He rubbed the spot on his neck and then sighed before starting to help her get her bottoms back on.

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She smiled apologetically at him but giggled. "Do you even want to hide it?" Sarada pulled her panties and pants back on and righting her top. She was still sitting on his desk, watching him get dressed.

"Not exactly. But, I'm not good at explaining things like this. I can't afford to slip up and say I fucked you in my office. That would be bad for both of us."

He really had to watch the word vomit.

With a deep sigh, she jumped off his table and straightened her hair out. "I agree. Too bad other people already know."

"Wait, what?" He furrowed his brow in confusion. "People know?" The office fucking really needed to be a secret, so whoever knew needed to be silenced before they could run their mouths to anyone else.

She gave him a weird look. "Didn't you tell Shikadai about," her arms gestured between the two of them, "This?" seemingly unsure about what this really was. "And your sister, but I don't think she counts… unless she tells your dad."

"I didn't tell him anything," Boruto said quickly, shaking his head. "Shit, I mean… I didn't mean to tell him anything! He was roasting my ass and I might have slipped up. Totally on accident. I'm not going to go around talking about this if you're not. And you're not… are you?"

"Like hell I am," Sarada suddenly looked so snippy and sat down on his chair. "I don't… even know what this is..." her voice was so small, and she was looking everywhere except for his face.

Me either. "Come home with me." He said, not wanting to have to part from her yet. He just got her back. "We can get some food on the way. And we can watch another thriller."

Her eyes narrowed on him. "No. After everything I've been through the past few days, I need something happy."

"You'll have me," He said simply. He would make her happy.

She pouted at him. "Really?"

"Yeah." He smiled his softest smile and straightened his tie. "Aren't I enough?"

Sarada got up from the chair and walked up to him, coming up to her tiptoes when she was close enough and planted a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "I guess it'll do." She smiled teasingly at him and held his hand. "Do you think anyone else will be around?"

Boruto glanced around the clock on his wall and then shook his head. "Not unless Konohamaru is still here. But I doubt it. He was saying earlier that Auntie Hanabi was talking about some kind of anniversary thing. I don't know." He shrugged and then raised her hand to rub her knuckles against his cheek. "You need to go to the restroom before we go?"

She looked at her hand on his and shook her head. "I can hold it."

"Alright then." He smiled and placed a kiss to her hand before letting their hands drop. "Just let me grab my things."

Sarada placed his other hand on her waist. "Let's go."

Boruto shook his head fondly, happy that she didn't want to separate from him either. He kept his hand on her waist, holding her to him without a problem though he removed his other hand from hers to put his laptop and those files he'd been working on in his carrier. It was a task, gathering it and his suit jacket and phone with only one arm, but the struggle was worth keeping her close to him.

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When Boruto asked Sarada where she wanted to stop for dinner, he wasn't expecting her to suggest they go by the market instead and pick up something for her to cook. He agreed right away, excitement bubbling up inside him at the thought of her cooking in his home, for him and not anybody else.

Plus he knew just how tasty her meals were.

Though they weren't quite as tasty as Sarada herself.

She made grocery shopping an experience he didn't mind and they held hands as they shopped, Boruto carrying their basket while she added things she claimed to need for what she was cooking. He didn't ask any questions, no matter what it was, he knew he would love it.

It was a little after seven when they finally pulled up to his home and he parked inside the garage. Boruto cut the engine and pulled out his keys, hopping out of his car to walk around and open her door. She waited for him to do so, this time not having as much to gather before she was ready to get out. He offered his hand and she took it quickly and held on until they reached his front step, only letting go when he needed to unlock the door.

The two grocery bags Boruto carried weren't heavy, but Boruto was curious about what Sarada was going to cook. He unlocked the door and pushed it open, taking her hand again to pull her along. "Excuse the mess."

She looked around, looking curious. "It's not messy at all."

"If you say so." He mused as he led her towards his kitchen. "I keep it cooler here than you keep your place. If you want me to bump the heat up, I will."

"It's okay," Sarada replied. "I'll just keep my sweater on."

Or don't. "Well, you have me anyway. I'm like a heater." He joked, tickling her side playfully as he finally reached the kitchen and headed towards the counter.

She squirmed at his touch and caught his finger, pulling him closer to her to kiss his chin—the only thing she could reach without exerting too much effort—before going back to the groceries and putting all of the ingredients out on the counter.

"Anything I can do to help?" Boruto asked, looking through everything he'd bought. He wouldn't ask what they were having though. But he was dying to know.

Sarada hummed. "You can wash the parsley and the salmon, while I chop the garlic." She then peeked up at him. "Let me know if you need help."

"Okay." He nodded and proceeded to do as she said. He was more than capable of doing things, even if some people would doubt him. A lot just came naturally to him. It was both a blessing and a curse.

Some people couldn't stand that about him.

Once he had the salmon and parsley washed, he looked over to her, watching her silently. Sarada was in his kitchen, preparing dinner for them as if they were a couple—which they weren't. It was almost too much to handle.

"I'm finished. Anything else?" He asked, blue eyes trailing up and down her figure as if it was his only chance to take her in.

Sarada looked at his work and nodded approvingly. "Do you have a pan I can use? I'll stick this all in the oven with the other vegetables."

"Yeah." He dried his hands and then opened a cabinet to find a suitable pan. He was lucky his mom and Himawari made him buy all these things for when they came over to cook.

Boruto cooked breakfast. Nothing else.

He carried over the pan and then brought over the salmon and parsley. "Are we gonna cuddle and watch a thriller while it cooks?"

"Can't wait to cuddle already?" She giggled. "This will be done in ten minutes, though. We can eat while we watch."

"Whoa, ten minutes?" He blinked once, in surprise. "I'll barely have time to get changed and pick the movie!"

"Then go get to it," Sarada pushed him lightly. "Can I borrow a shirt or a sweater, too?"

"Yeah, of course." He nodded, smiling as he went on his way to his room.

After changing into a pair of joggers and a T-shirt, and grabbing one of his sweaters for Sarada, Boruto made his way back towards the kitchen. He handed off the shirt and then went to pick out a movie. He was feeling for something extra thrilling tonight.

She thanked him for the sweater and popped everything in the oven before padding over to his bathroom to get changed. When she came back, he couldn't help but stare at her. Sarada decided that the sweater was the only thing staying on her tonight. It was too long on her, but the firey red sweater and the yellow bold texts of KONOHA U looked great on her.

When she noticed him staring she grinned. "Shame I didn't actually go to this university."

"Shame." He nodded slowly in agreement. A real shame. "You uh… want some pants?"

She looked down at her pantless situation and quirked an eyebrow up. "Are you seriously asking me to put on pants?"

Boruto's cheeks heated up and he averted his eyes. "W-well… I mean… No." That was not what he said.

"Yeah, I thought so," she hummed, and then quickly came to him on the sofa, kissing his lips a little too short for his liking before the oven dinged and she pulled away quickly. "It's done!" She asked from the kitchen, "Did you choose yet?"

How could he choose when he was caught up on all the kisses she'd been giving him today? What the hell. "Uhh, almost."

He hadn't even turned on the TV.

Hurrying up, Boruto got the TV turned on and pulled up Ninflix to find something for them to watch. He went straight for the horror genre and skimmed through, looking for something he hasn't seen before that also looked interesting.

Back in the kitchen, he could hear plates and utensils clinking around, increasing the pressure to pick something before she got to the living room. He chewed on the inside of his cheek as he skimmed faster before finally settling on something. And right in time.

"Need some help?" He called, looking over in the direction of the kitchen.

Sarada came walking out, holding a plate full of salmon and vegetables, and two forks. "I got it." She sat down next to him and placed the plate on her lap.

One plate?

There was only one plate.

"Are you gonna feed me?" Boruto asked cheekily as he leaned over to nuzzle her neck.

Sarada hummed and looked at the other fork. "We can pretend it doesn't exist," she replied, just as cheekily.

"Yeah? I like the sound of that." She was being so agreeable.

It was almost suspicious.

Taking a piece of salmon, Sarada held it up for Boruto to take. She had an eager smile on her face, probably hoping he would like what she cooked. He opened his mouth, just as eager to get a taste. He took the bite and chewed, tastebuds exploding at the perfection she delivered him.

"Wow, it's delicious. Ten minutes?" He still couldn't believe it.

Sarada grinned, cheeks turning pink, delighted with his compliment. "Yeah, it's one of those quick and easy recipes I like to use. Plus, it's good for you." She poked at an asparagus and popped it in her mouth before turning to face the television and leaning on him as she chewed. "Are we going to watch something that will keep me up all night?"

"The only thing keeping you up will be me." He said without a single thought on his words and nudged her cheek, ready for another bite.

Sarada turned to face his finger, opening her mouth, trying to bite at it. "Okay, okay." She poked up a piece of vegetable this time and held it up for him.

"Mm. That's good."

What he wouldn't give to have her cooking in his kitchen for him every night...

"Thank you."

Sarada only smiled at him before going back to the food, feeding herself and directing her attention back to the screen, not looking too happy that the scene was starting to look ominous. "I still can't believe you like horror…" she muttered. "And I'm actually watching this."

"I love it! Yes you are and you're gonna have to get used to it."

Whoa, he made that sound like he was going to keep her.

Would it really be so bad if he did?

She scrunched her nose and handed him the plate, pulling her legs up to the couch and leaning more into him, the scary parts were coming up and she wanted to get herself ready.

"Ooh, my turn to feed you now?" He asked, wiggling his brows at her.

She only nodded, face coming close to his chest, ready to hide her eyes at any second. The high pitched sounds were getting louder, and a scare was bound to happen any second now.

"Aw, you're never going to get used to it like that, Princess." He teased her, using his free hand to pat her head affectionately. Then he reached for the remote. It wasn't fair to make her suffer, even if he liked her clinging to him.

"Oh my god what are you doing?" She looked at him, eyes wide, still frightened now that the ghost was up on screen and she refused to look.

Boruto rolled his eyes in his amusement and backed out of the promising movie, silencing the room. "Boo."

Even if it was soft, she jumped at that still and a strangled scream escaped her throat. She was quick to get angry with him and slapped his shoulder. "I hate you!"

"What was that?" He laughed. "Sarada did you just say what I think you said?"

Her cheeks turned a bright red. She grit her teeth and picked up a throw pillow to hit him with. "I said I hate you!"

"Nah I'm pretty sure you said something else."

With a scowl, Sarada responded, "You're delusional."

"You're the one confessing how crazy about me you are. Go on, tell me more." He smirked as he looked to the TV and switched to the comedy's.

She crossed her arms across her chest and pouted. "So annoying."

"You love it." He said as he chose a new movie and then picked up the fork to offer her a bite of salmon. "Truce?"

Sarada looked at it suspiciously, and then took a bite, but still looking away from him as she chewed, being as difficult as always.

It was really crazy how much he enjoyed it.

A/N: sex fixes everything. Lol well, maybe for them. But we shall see. Teehee. We cannot thank you enough for the support, reviews, and for even just reading our story. We hope it gives you as much joy to read as it does for us to write it.

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