Page 28 of The Boss's Possession

The veins on his neck protruded and he released a growl. Afterward, he pressed a kiss to her lips and he let go of her hands long enough to wrap them around her. She loved feeling him surround her.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said.

“It was always going to hurt.”

Now that the reality had set in, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious that he was going to lose interest.

He kissed her neck, her chest, and then he sat up. “I’m going to run you a bath. You’re to stay here. No moving.”

Willow tried not to wince as he pulled out of her and she admired the curve of his back as he disappeared into the bathroom. Going up to her elbows, she looked down and groaned. Blood and … semen.

Crap. Carson hadn’t worn a condom. What did she do? Did she have to tell him?

She heard the bath running and Willow tried to make as little a mess as possible but that was hard to do as his cum dripped from her body. Willow stood at the edge of the bed when he returned to the bedroom.

“What did I tell you?”

“Carson, you didn’t wear a condom,” she said.

He wrapped his arms around her and before she had chance to protest, he’d picked her up and carried her through to the bathroom.

“Carson, listen to me.”

“I have listened and I know.”

“What?”

He eased her into the water. It was nice and warm, and it smelled like coconuts, her favorite smell.

“But, I could get pregnant.”

He cupped her cheek. “I’ll be back.”

“Carson!”

He left the bathroom and she took a deep breath. What did that even mean? He knew he’d not worn a condom. Of course he had to know. He was a guy and he wasn’t a virgin. Neither was she, but that was beside the point. Shouldn’t he have remembered to use a condom?

He didn’t return to the bathroom right away.

“Carson!” She all but growled his name, annoyed that he had left her with this question hanging over her head. She hadn’t been thinking about protection, nor had she been thinking about babies. There was a lot she hadn’t thought about. Today had been about sex, about pleasure, nothing else.

“Carson!”

He stepped into the bathroom, carrying the blankets.

There had been blood on them. The evidence of her virginity. She watched as he put them in the laundry basket, and then hummed to himself as he moved toward the bath. She had no choice but to slide forward as he climbed in the back behind her.

“What are we going to do if I get pregnant?” she asked. “It only has to take one time.” It was crazy to think that right now, this very second, she might be pregnant with his child, while she was also worried that he’d lose interest.

“Then we’ll be having a baby,” he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, which of course it was, but that was beside the point.

“What?”

“You heard me, baby,” he said. “If you get pregnant, then we’re having a baby.”

Willow couldn’t not look at him as they were having this conversation. She spun around to face him. Carson moved her so she had no choice but to put her legs either side of his waist and straddle him, which was a distraction in itself. He was hard as rock again.

She felt a tightening between her thighs as she had no problem with having sex with him again. What had they been talking about?

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