Page 9 of The Boss's Possession

He picked up his glass of wine and watched her ass sway from side to side. She walked into his kitchen and he heard the water going. Getting to his feet, he took a sip of his wine, and then proceeded to watch her as she cleaned the dishes.

He didn’t clean. Carson was happy to make a mess but he always paid someone to come and clean up after him. In his kitchen and with … pesky little rats.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s nothing.”

“Getting up midway through a conversation to clean dishes is not nothing.”

“Is it a conversation? You want what you want, which is sex and a family from the sound of it, and do I get a say in any of this?”

Carson knew she was attracted to him. He also knew she fought it. He set his wineglass on the counter, moved behind her, and wrapped an arm around her waist. He didn’t hold her too tight. He feared if he did, she’d freak out, and that wasn’t his intention.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m holding you. You don’t seem happy.” He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “There’s no rush on this, Willow. I want you to get used to being part of my life. You’ve got plenty of time to want what I want.”

“What if I’m dating someone else? What if I’m in love with someone else?” Willow asked.

He didn’t like that. It was on the tip of his tongue to turn around and say he’d slit anyone’s throat who came near her, but instead he gritted his teeth. “You’re not in love with anyone else, you’re not seeing anyone.”

She sighed. “I know.”

He would have also taken care of anyone she was seeing. Men were weak, and no one would appreciate her the way he did. It would have been easy to remove any obstacle from her life, and without killing them either.

Most men were led by their dicks, and he had an abundance of women who’d be happy to lead him astray. They were all in his employ. He never fucked them. From the moment he met Willow, he’d not been with any other woman. The thought didn’t sit well with him. The only woman he wanted now was Willow.

Just her.

All of her.

He pressed his face against her head and breathed her in. Coconut. He loved coconut.

“Are you going to help me?” she asked.

“I cooked, and besides, Iamhelping you.”

She chuckled. “How?”

“I’m holding you. Keeping you warm.”

“I wasn’t cold to begin with.”

“Exactly, and I’m making sure you don’t suddenly get cold.” He wanted to hold her. It had been too long that he’d denied himself the pleasure. Watching her for the past six months without going to her had been like torture for him. He’d seen her pain and all he wanted to do was save her from it.

She was so fucking sweet.

So pure.

Still innocent.

He wanted her all to himself and there was no way he’d let anyone hurt her. Before he had even staked his claim on her, he’d stopped all other potential dates. The moment he met her, he knew she belonged to him, and because of that, he’d intervened in every way he could.

There had only been a couple of men. He got them to stop visiting the shop and distracted them with well-paid-for women, who had been told to entertain them and then leave. Simple as that.

To Willow, she had merely been stood up, but he’d been there, waiting, keeping an eye on her. His men were also there to watch her. She was to be protected at all costs.

Willow finished the dishes and she chuckled. “You’ve got to let go so I can dry them.”

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