Page 2 of Big Bad Boss: Mated

When it’s over, I can’t even stand. I sag back into Brick’s arms, and he scoops me up and carries me to my desk, where he sits in my chair with me cradled in his lap.

“He wants pups, Madi. My wolf wants pups.”

Brick

Madi’s dazed look sharpens on my face. “What?”

Fuck. I didn’t mean to bring up the pups thing. We already talked about it. She just started a new job running the largest cosmetics company in the world. The one she will likely inherit. She’s not ready to start a family.

I shake my head. “Just sex-talk, Windows. I didn’t mean it.”

She blinks. “But is it true? Your wolf wants to breed me?”

I scrub a hand over my face. “I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”

“Your wolf always seems to have new demands of me, doesn’t he? Please tell me you’re not going to go moon mad if I don’t get pregnant in the next six months.”

I smile. “Not going to go moon mad. But frequent copulation will be a necessity. You’ve been warned.”

Her lids droop, and she nuzzles into my neck. “No complaints, here, Big Bad.”

I grip her chin and claim her mouth, making sure she’s been thoroughly kissed before I climb to my feet with her still in my arms. “Let’s go. I didn’t get to feed you tonight, and that makes my wolf grumpy. I need you naked and in my bed.”

“Our bed.”

I halt and catch her eyes. “Our bed. You know that everything that’s mine is yours, right?” Against Eagle’s lawyerly advice, I added Madi to every account and created a new will to make her my beneficiary, along with my niece and nephew. If something happened to me, I need to be sure Auggie could take the helm of the company and the pack when he’s of age.

Madison’s gaze is soft. “I know.”

I start to carry her toward the door, but she points at her panties on the floor. I stoop to pick them up without letting go of my prize. “You could get rid of every piece of furniture, art, and belonging I have in the penthouse and fill it with new things of your choosing if you wanted. Or fill it with things we choose together. In fact, let’s do that. I want you to feel like it’s your home. I know you left Brooklyn for me.”

“I was only teasing, Brick. I know you want me to feel like it’s my home. It’s all still an adjustment, but I’m getting there.”

“Well, let’s move my stuff out. We’ll get there faster.”

“There’s no reason to move all your perfectly good furniture out of the penthouse.” Madi kicks her sexy heels to punctuate her words.

I carry her to the elevator.

“The adjustment I’m more concerned about encouraging is with my family,” Madi says.

Once more, I stop. My wolf needs to solve any problem she names. Any block to our togetherness. Anything that bothers my mate must be fixed.

“Your mom doesn’t trust me,” I guess.

Madison shrugs. “I keep trying to show her how different you are from my sperm donor, but I think me taking this job at the same time I move in with you has made her lump my whole new life in with the Harringtons.”

“What about Brayden?”

She leans out of my arms to hit the elevator button. “He’s an eighteen-year-old guy. He doesn’t have that much of an opinion on my love life.”

“Would he like a car?” I step onto the elevator and hit the garage button. Madi has a parking spot reserved for me in the underground lot.

“No, Brick.” Madi sounds exasperated. I’m still learning that money doesn’t fix anything where her family is concerned. In fact, it tends to exacerbate problems. “He doesn’t even know how to drive. You already bought an entire building near NYU, so he could walk from home to school.”

“He doesn’t know how to drive?” I pick up that thread. “I’ll teach him.”

Madi relaxes in my arms. “That would be…really great. He’s never had a father figure. Not that I’m saying you’re old enough to be his father.”

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