Page 64 of A Bossy Proposal

Trust.

The word hangs in the air between us.

West chuckles again, deep and warm. “You let me cum inside you. I know it was your first time.” His fingers continue their gentle dance along my arms, as if he’s memorizing every contour of my skin. “It was mine too.”

“Really. You’re thirty-two years old and have never done that before?”

“Never. But…” He stops talking.

“You like to see it,” I finish for him.

“Yep.”

That’s all I get as he continues washing my skin. He’s so attentive, almost reverent in the way he cares for me. Everytouch ignites something inside me and spreads from my core outwards.

“Is that why you go to the club?” I consider my words for a moment. “You’re a voyeur and you like to watch for that reason?”

He laughs. “You’re too fucking bright.”

As the steam rises around us, I feel jealous of all the women he has watched before. “Do you still need it? Is it an addiction?”

He laughs. “It’s a kink, not an addiction. And now I get to experience it, take it further. I never knew I’d like that.”

“And why did you insist on going bare, despite the risk of getting me pregnant?”

“You’re on birth control.”

“It can fail.”

“Then let it.”

Heat floods my cheeks as the implications of what he just said wash over me.

“West—”

His breath is warm as he laughs against my shoulder. “You once told me you wanted six children.”

I glance over my shoulder and say, “I’m twenty-two years old, West.”

His hand pauses as he wipes the cloth up my arm. “Why six?”

“I don’t know. It’s just a number.” I sigh and tell him the truth. “It’s hard being alone in the world. Not having anyone to love me or for me to love.” I take a deep breath and admit, “So, six seemed like a good number.”

“Felix…” he grunts like it hurts him to say his name.

“It was a convenient relationship. No love for either side.”

“He was a fool.”

“So was I.”

“Amelia—”

“Yeah?” I glance over my shoulder to look up at him, curiosity bubbling inside.

“I’m going to enjoy exploring you.”

His words hang in the air like a promise of things yet to come. “Exploring?” My heart races at the thought.

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