Page 83 of A Bossy Proposal

And with that command, his possessive tone, I explode in a wave of pleasure that washes over me like a tidal wave.

“West—West!“

My body shudders and convulses as I cry out his name over and over while I come harder than I ever have before.

“You. Are. Mine!”

His body tenses, then collapses against mine as he releases inside me with a loud groan.

We stay like that for a few moments, our bodies still shaking from the intensity of our orgasms.

Finally, West pulls out of me and collapses onto his chair as I stay bent over his desk.

As we catch our breaths, West slides his finger through his cum and pressing it inside me.

I glance over my shoulder as he slides my panties up my legs with a smirk on his face. “Go home and have some sleep, but keep this inside so you don’t forget you belong to me.”

I shake my head. “As if I could do that.”

He smiles as he presses the button on his desk. “Amelia is leaving the building for home now,” he tells my bodyguards.

I know they’ll be getting into the elevator to meet me now.

He presses a tender kiss against my lips and whispers, “You’ll never get the chance. It’s too late for that. You’re mine now.”

“I am.” I smile.

And with that, I exit his office feeling like I am the happiest girl in the world as I walk toward the elevator.

Then my phone rings…

“Hello.”

“Ames. It’s me.”

“What do you want, Felix?”

“Just wondering how you are?” he says, his voice soft, weird.

The doors to the elevator open. My bodyguards, Callum and Jackson, are inside. They are like two hulking lumberjacks but wearing black suits.

Felix can wait and I put him on hold as I smile as I step inside with them. “Good afternoon.”

“Good afternoon, Miss Amelia. Are you going straight home today?”

“Definitely.”

Callum presses the panel, and the elevator descends, I unmute my shit of an ex and wait for his pleading.

“I’m fine. But really Felix, when I blocked your number, you should’ve gotten the hint that we are definitely over.”

“A man called me…” I hear him gulp before he continues, “he asked lots of questions about me and you.”

“Oh yeah. What questions?”

“How long we were together? Where we met. If I knew who you really were.” He pauses. “Who the fuck are you, Amelia?”

“Amelia Ross,” I tell him. Felix doesn’t need to know anything.

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