Page 29 of The Boss's Possession

Dick.

Sex.

Semen.

Kids.

Babies.

“You want to have babies?” Willow asked.

“Yes, I do.”

“With me?”

“I don’t see anyone else here,” he said, laughing.

“But, what if you grow bored with me?” she asked. It sounded so lame, hearing her say those words out aloud.

“Bored with you?” he asked. “Do you really think that’s possible?”

“I, er, yes, of course it is. You’ve gotten what you wanted, right?”

Carson sighed. “And you think sex is all I wanted?”

“That, and my virginity?”

“So, I’ve taken your virginity, don’t you think I should stick around for some more sex?”

She frowned. “This is … you’re confusing me, and you’re doing it on purpose, why?”

He chuckled. “You’re very wrong if you think I only want sex from you. Trust me, I want it all.”

She wanted to know exactly whatallwas. She knew what he had told her in the beginning, but had he really meant it? Was this a couple of weeks, a few months, a casual fling, a bit of fun? The list went on and on and to her seemed almost endless in possibilities.

“I can feel you thinking, Willow.”

“I’m not thinking.” She frowned because that was very much the truth. “I just don’t know exactly what you want from me.”

“Do you want me to spell it out for you?” he asked.

Did she? It was on the tip of her tongue to say “Hell, yes,” but then a part of her held back, which made no sense. She was the one who had started this conversation, not him.

“Make sure you want the answer,” he said.

Insufferable man. This was what her doubts were about. Did she really want to know the answer to the questions? There was so much she didn’t know.

If he told her he wanted an easy fling, would that matter? What if he put a deadline on it, would she care? Then she allowed herself to think of the possibility of forever, did she want to spend her life with this man? Toward the end of her life, her grandmother had adored him, but she knew who he was, what he was … could she spend her life loving this man?

She leaned back against him and closed her eyes.

Part of her wanted the answer, but another part of her was uniquely terrified of exactly what those answers would be, and the truth was, she wasn’t ready to know, not quite yet. She could wait. There was plenty of time to just enjoy what they had. She placed her hands on top of his and then slid them down, locking their fingers together.

“I enjoyed that,” she said.

He brushed his lips across her neck. “You enjoyed me taking your virginity?”

“Not the pain part, but everything before and after, that was nice.” She smiled. “I think I’d like to do it again.”

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