Page 68 of How to Marry the Boss

His statement catches me by surprise. “You want me pregnant?”

“I want to marry you as well, but the order doesn’t really matter to me.”

I laugh. “Don’t I get a say in this?” I’ve always wanted kids. And the thought I’ll be having them with the love of my life makes me eager to get started.

“Of course,” he smiles his charming smile. “How many kids do you think we should have?”

I let out a giggle. “Let’s start with one and see where that takes us.”

I kiss him again, taking in his scent before he lays me across his bed. He’s all over me. He’s everywhere.

Just fifteen minutes ago, I was prepared to walk away. Prepared for the other shoe to drop. The dread had been building up inside me since I woke up alone in his bed. But things have turned out in a way I didn’t expect. And now that I’m here with him again, knowing he’s not going anywhere, I can enjoy him freely. Enjoy the love I know now he has only for me. Always have and always will.

Was I truly that blind?

At first, I wasn’t. I was going off on the information I was told and what I’d seen. Back when I was eighteen, I let myself walk away when I could’ve stayed if I had one good reason. But I didn’t. At least as far as I knew. What would have happened if I’d chosen to stay home for college regardless of what he’d said that night? Would we have gotten together even then? The feelings were there, so all we would’ve had to do was reach out to each other.

That would’ve, could’ve, should’ve crap has zero hold on me now.

I have him and he has me. The point of thinking of what could’ve been is moot.

His hands on my body as he peels off my clothes takes me away from my thoughts. He then pulls down my pants. The cool air on my girl parts feels freeing.

He stops, looking up at me. “You’re not wearing underwear.” He tsks. “How naughty of you, baby girl.”

I don’t know if I’m horny or have found some moxie I had buried deep inside me, maybe both, but I decide to say eight words I know he’ll get back at me for later. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Within seconds, he pins my arms above me. “What was that? You want me to withhold your orgasms?”

The hell he would…right? “You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, baby, I most certainly would. And I’d enjoy your little pleas for that release.”

How can I be shocked, appalled, and even more turned-on for his suggestion all at once?

“But for now, I want to feel you come on my fingers, tongue, and dick all day and all night long.”

I settle deeper onto his erection. “And all night?”

“You heard me, baby girl. Now that you’re mine, I want to make up for lost time.”

“Oh.” His lips find that sweet spot on my neck. He knows full-well what that does to me.

“You know…” He stops kissing me as he leans his head to mine. “I’ve got an idea of how we can do both.”

I sigh into his embrace. “Go on.”

He moves off me. I feel naked without his embrace. Wait, I am naked. Right.

I watch him rushing out of the room. I put my weight on my elbows. “Where are you going?” I yell.

“Getting supplies.”

Supplies? Does he plan to have me swinging in midair or something? “What kind of supplies?”

A few seconds of silence goes by until he returns with a Tupperware of strawberries, a cannister of whipped cream, and chocolate sauce.

Immediately, I know what he has in mind. “Are you?—”

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