Page 11 of My Bossy Valentine

Clinging to his neck, I try to lift my hips so we don’t waste a single inch. Shivering at the thought of this man being the father of any future kids makes me want to melt into a big wet puddle. “Three is going to take some time. You’re a busy man, last time I checked.”

He presses my back further against the wall and pauses to consider my words. “You’ll move in with me, then. I’ll put an end to the overnight shifts immediately. I’ll rush home and we can try every single day until we succeed.”

“You want me as a roommate?” Fighting off a smile, I know that’s not what he’s implying, but I want to hear him say the words.

“I want you as mywife, Willow.” He huffs, his impatience seeping through. Scoffing as he repeatsroommatein disbelief, he lifts my hips higher. “How does that sound? We can ditch the assistant title, and you can take on those two roles. My wife, and the mother of our children.”

Sounds too good to be true. Something so good shouldn’t be put in my hands like this. Feels like I’m cheating at the game of life.

If it weren’t for the intensity in his eyes as he waits for my answer, I’d tell him the words he wants to hear more quickly.

He snaps his hips and makes me gasp. “You’re killing me, sweetness. If you say no, I don’t know what in the hell I’m going to do with myself.” Even now, there’s a tightness to his voice, his words coming out taut.

It’s a good thing I’m not thinking in that direction in the slightest. Instead, I’m imagining what he’s describing. A life I’vealways wanted with the man of my dreams. I’d be outright crazy if I didn’t agree to his offer.

Nodding my head, I cling to him tighter. “If I could, I’d scream yes.” I’d yell it from the top of my lungs and let everyone know if we weren’t in such a lucrative position. I’ll save sharing my love for him another day. Once I open my mouth, I doubt I’ll be able to close it again. Once Pandora’s box is open, all I’ll want to do is go on and on about being a soon-to-be gushing bride.

My answer makes him sigh in relief before he’s rocking his hips again. Clutching my body, our moans, hardly contained, continue forming on our tongues.

With renewed vigor and a goal in mind, my walls flutter and clench around his cock as he continues to fill me with every thrust. Focusing on the friction against my sensitive nerves, I feel them grow more uneven. The sound of our bodies meeting is far less quiet, betraying our secret union.

I’m getting closer to my peak, I can feel it in the way my hips jerk and my clit throbs. He isn’t even touching me there anymore, but he might as well be. As if I can see the countdown timer getting closer and closer to zero, I try to warn him. To avoid allowing me to be the one to announce what we’re doing in here.

Digging my nails into his shoulders, he swallows down my cry with another demanding kiss. As my pussy flutters and clenches around him, he groans in the back of his throat before spilling his release. With a wave of heat flooding my core, I shiver as he continues to thrust. Making sure not a single inch remains clear, he spreads each spurt of come inside.

Fighting to recollect ourselves, I lose count of the minutes we stay like this. Too tired to be bothered by the thought of getting caught, I choose to kiss him instead. His mouth, his chin and his cheeks. Everywhere that makes him rumble with approval.

Ever so carefully, he pulls out and gently sets me down on my feet. My heels are the least of my concerns. Especially with the way my legs feel like noodles.

“Think anyone noticed our lack of presence?” Straightening my dress, he’s wearing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. I swear, I’m going to have to tell him to save this kind of smile just for me. I’m not willing to share with anyone if he forgets to scowl.

“Doubtfully. Luckily, we’re not the ones under the spotlight here.” As he squeezes my hips and looks at me like he’s not in any rush to leave, I’m the one who has to encourage him toward the door. When I’m the first to slip out, I’m mortified to find Wynter resting right next to the door, looking bored with her nose scrunched. She’swaiting.

I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone, especially not her.

“Mom was determined to find you.” Wynter looks at us, a small smile tugging on her lips. “I told her you two slipped out for some fresh air. She thinks you’re taking a romantic stroll, but you know how she is. She’ll start her hunt again. If I were you–” She looks at Chris and points to her face. “–I’d take a wet paper towel to that. Make it look like you’re not coming from a heavy petting session.”

Looking at Chris, I can see he hadn’t gotten all of my lipstick off of his cheek and chin. Rather than getting all flustered at getting caught by my sister, I’m trying to swipe it off with my thumb. I should straighten his collar a little more as well, and tuck his hair behind his ears.

If he looks this disheveled, I can only imagine how my appearance is.

“Can’t believe you hooked up on their big day.” She lifts a brow and snorts. “Want me to go tell her you don’t feel good?”

“You’d do that?” She scoffs at the surprise in my voice. “Thanks, I guess.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “If I can convince her there’s a bug going around, maybe I can sneak Hugh out, too, if I can figure out where he’s run off to.” Her smile returns at the thought.Gross. “These events aren’t fun when you can’t drink.”

“You’re not even old enough to do that,” I remind her and she shrugs her shoulder again.

“We can just count this as an IOU.” Wynter looks around and sighs. “Unless you want to catch up? It’s been a minute since we’ve talked.”

She’s right. After I moved off to New York, she suddenly felt the itch to meet someone online and marry him. We grew a bit apart as we went down our separate paths.

The only thing we had to rekindle our relationship was through the family texts. Wynter gloated about her successes, and I kept mine to myself.

Maybe a face-to-face conversation might do us some good.

If I want my future kids to have a good relationship with their cousin, then maybe I have to be the bigger person here and mend our relationship. Make it less about competition, and more about having a way of support when I need it.

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