Page 21 of Auctioned to the Mountain Man

I bite my lip and wait for her to continue. She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, I love my job.”

A part of me is glad to know she likes her job, but the other side, the one that is possessive and going fucking crazy at the thought of her walking away from me, is overwhelmed.

She points at me across the couch. “What’s that frown about?”

I’m sitting on the opposite end of the couch with her feet in my lap. I want to slide down and pull her against me, but I know if I’m going to have this conversation with her, I need to do it with a little bit of distance between us. I ignore her question and ask my own. “So you like going into the office?”

Her eyes are glued to mine, and she shrugs. “I like going into the office. Elana said I could work from home whenever I wanted to. I’m fortunate that I can do my job from anywhere, but it was weird for me when I tried to work from home. It was lonely.”

I massage her calves, and she moans. “That feels good.”

I go deeper, working her muscles. “What if you worked a few days from home?”

She sits up and pulls her legs from my grip and sits cross-legged on the couch facing me. “Are you firing me, Ben?”

“What? No. Why would you think that? You do a phenomenal job. Sales are up since you took over social media. Hell no, I’m not firing you.”

She tilts her head to the side and searches my eyes. “So what’s with all this talk about working from home? You don’t want me in the office?” She claps her hand to her head. “Oh my God, you don’t want anyone to know about us.” She looks at me with hurt in her eyes. “I’m not a blabbermouth. I won’t tell anyone if that’s how you want to keep it.”

She gets up from the couch, but I grab her waist and pull her down onto my lap. She shimmies back and forth on my thighs, and my cock comes to life. I hold back my groan. “Stop moving or I’m going to bend you over this couch and fuck some sense into you, Maggie.”

She stops moving, and I turn her around until she’s straddling my lap. She’s in one of my white T-shirts and her panties. The only thing stopping me from pulling my cock out and sliding into her is knowing that I know she needs a break and that I need to have this talk with her. “Look at me.”

She looks at me, but the trust I’ve worked to build over the last day seems to have disappeared. “I’m looking at you.”

I smile because she drives me crazy, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. “Talk to me.”

She juts her chin out. “Yeah, I can work from home if that’s what I need to do.”

I look to the open door where my office is. “I can put another desk in there.”

She looks over to where I’m looking and then back at me. Confusion is etched on her face. “What? You want me to work from here some days?”

I’m fucking this up. I put my hands on her hips and slide her farther down my legs until her panty-clad pussy is cradling my hard cock. “Let me start over. I want you to move in here with me. If you want to go into the office every day, that’s fine. If you’re willing to work from home a few days a week, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Her mouth falls open, and she closes it before opening it again. “Wait… uh, when you said home, you meant here?”

I nod. “Yeah, I want this to be your home. I want you here with me.”

She bites her lower lip. “Are you sure about this?”

She still doesn’t get it. Every thought I have is about her. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to have her in my life permanently, even moving off this mountain if she wanted me to. “I love you, Maggie. I want us to be together. Wherever you’re at, that’s where I want to be.”

She puts her hands on my chest. “So if I wanted to live on this mountain with you, that would make you happy?”

“Fuck yeah, I’d be happy, but you need to be happy too. I wouldn’t want you do anything unless it’s something you really wanted.”

She seems to consider that. “I would be happy here with you. But there’s something you need to know before we go any further.”

I nod without worry. There’s nothing she could say that would change the way I feel about her. “Tell me.”

Her hands slide down my chest, and she places them on her belly. “I figured out dates and all that. There’s a likely chance I could be pregnant already.”

She’s looking at me worriedly, and I’m anxious to relieve her of any worry. “That’s what I was hoping for. From the moment I laid eyes on you, I pictured you round with my baby. I hope you’re pregnant, Maggie.”

“You do?” she asks in amazement.

“Fuck, yeah, I do.”

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