Page 47 of Possession

“That’s not what I’m doing.”

“That’s what it feels like.”

His hand traces the curve of my right breast and I can feel my pussy aching. Everything seems so much more sensitive now that I’m pregnant.

“What are you doing?” I whisper through an exhalation.

“I’m reminding you that a man who would do anything for your sweet, stubborn ass is right here waiting for you to come home where you belong.”

One of his fingers rakes against my nipple instantly making it harden through the fabric of my shirt.

“Come home to me, Megan.”

It would be so easy to just sayokay. To ignore all of our trust issues and fall into his arms. I’m carrying his child for God’s sake. It’s perfectly within my rights to change my mind and go live happily ever after with him.

I love Hunter.

And he loves me.

Particularly when things are on his terms.Hmm, for a brief moment, I forgot about that part.

“You’ll have to wait a little longer,” I say resolutely.

“Why?” His face scrunches into a scowl. “I told you what you wanted to know.”

“It’s not enough.”

His hand falls away from my body.

“Are you adamant about not coming home and having this baby alone?” he asks, his tone acidic.

“I’m just not ready to go back like things are normal when they’re not. When you’re afraid, Hunter, your default is to go into street fighter mode and street fighters suspect everyone and trust no one. I don't want to live like that.”

He straightens his tie and takes several steps back away from me as if I'm poison.

“I understand your point and will give you all the space you require.”

His sudden change in demeanor is startling. I don’t know what he’s thinking. Has he given up on me? Is this what I want?

“You will?”

“Yes, just take care of yourself and the baby. That’s all I ask.”

That sounds like a final wish.

“And if you need something, call Vaughn and let him know," he continues. "He’ll make whatever arrangements are necessary until I find myself a proper assistant.”

“Go through Vaughn?” I question softly.

“I don’t live in the gray zone, Megan. We’re either together or we’re not. You’ve decided that we’re not and I’m not in the habit of begging a woman for anything, so yeah, unless it’s an emergency go through Vaughn.”

“Fine.”

“Do you need a ride back home?”

“Am I dismissed?” I ask, put off by the way he’s kicking me out of the very club I managed for him a few short weeks ago.

He silently opens the metal door and waits for me to walk through it. I can hear the kitchen staff grow silent, waiting to hear what we’re going to say next. They've probably been eavesdropping the entire time, especially Lena.

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