Page 25 of The Boss's Possession

Carson left the cutting table and moved toward her. Willow tried to get the counter looking nice and neat. His hands appeared either side of her, trapping her in.

“Hello, Willow,” he said.

Her nipples tightened. Her pussy grew slick.

Carson pressed his body against her back.

“Hello, Carson.”

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong. I’m doing my job.”

He chuckled. “Oh, I think you are doing your job, baby, but I also think something else. I don’t think you’re very happy, are you?”

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” she said.

His lips brushed her neck.

Why was her neck so sensitive all of a sudden?

“Nothing?” he asked.

“Nothing. I’m just working.”

“Ah, but you see, I know differently. I see how hard your nipples are, baby. I know you’re thinking about last night, and I’ve got a feeling you’re thinking about my tongue between those sweet legs, am I right?”

She gasped as one of his hands moved from the counter to touch her between the thighs. Today, she’d opted for jeans, but now, she wished she’d gone for a skirt so she could feel his hands on her body.

To the outside world, no one would have a clue what was happening. To onlookers, it would appear he was trying to show her something. He was trying to show her how her body reacted to his touch.

“Last night was just the start, Willow. There’s so much I can show you. So much for you to learn, all you have to do is trust me, and want me.”

The shop was empty.

“You have to learn to live, Willow. Spending all your time working and sewing will not allow you to meet the man of your dreams. Trust me, I know. I had to leave the house to eventually meet Archie.”

One of her grandmother’s many rants.

Willow had been happy to be alone and without a single care in the world. Then Carson had entered her world, and she wanted to experience everything with him. He opened up temptation and rather than be afraid, she wanted to dive in and explore it with him.

She spun around in his arms and stared into his eyes. “I’m ready,” she said.

The words fell from her lips, and the moment she said them, she thought she’d regret it, but there was no regret.

Carson stared at her.

“We’ll close the shop and I’ll take you back to my penthouse,” he said.

“I … I have a room upstairs.” It was her old bedroom from when she lived with her grandma.

He shook his head. “No, we’ll go back to my penthouse.”

“Are you waiting for me to change my mind?” she asked.

“Willow, even when I’m inside you, if you tell me you’ve changed your mind, I’ll stop instantly. It won’t be easy, but for you, I’d do anything.” He pressed his lips against hers and she watched as he pulled away.

Her lips tingled and all she wanted was for him to kiss her again.

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