Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
She moaned his name, shocked by how quickly she found her release. The pleasure was so intense and instant. It consumed her whole body, and Carson didn’t stop playing with her, driving her higher and higher.
“That’s a good girl,” he said.
She heard his zipper as it slid down and she was acutely aware of his movements. It was a relief to feel the tip of his cock as he pressed it against her core, and then, slowly, achingly slowly, pressing all the way inside her. Another moan escaped her, and then his hands were at her hips as he plundered inside her. He didn’t stop until she felt the hit of his balls against her pussy.
“You feel so good,” he said. “So fucking good.”
Carson started to thrust, going slow at first and then speeding up, taking his time, and Willow loved to feel every single inch of his cock as he did this.
“Fuck, Willow, baby, I love you, I love you so fucking much.”
He growled out the words as he tightened his grip on her hips and went faster and deeper within her. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a moment. She loved the feel of him and loved the words coming out of his mouth.
She reached between her thighs as she knew he loved it when she did this, and started to stroke her clit. The moment she did, she heard his moan, and the sounds of their slapping bodies echoed around the room.
“I’m not going to be able to last. Come for me.”
At his command, a second time, she came, this time Carson followed her, and they both came together. Their moans filled the room, echoed off the walls, and consumed the two of them. He pulled out of her, lifted her up, and then placed her on the desk, cupping her face and kissing her.
“I love you,” he said, repeating the words over and over.
“I love you too, so damn much.”
And that was the truth.
Epilogue
Five Years Later
Carson stared at his daughter, who looked the image of her mother as she wandered around the fabric store searching for something for her mother to make her. Willow was at the desk, heavily pregnant with their third child while he carried his son in his arms, who was two years old, but decided he was too tired to keep on walking.
Never, in all his years, would he have imagined following around his five-year-old daughter, Lauren, and holding his son, Archie, while his wife served customers, pregnant with their third baby.
They didn’t know the sex. Neither of them wanted to know as they rather liked the surprise on their birth.
Carson had thought they would only ever have one child, Lauren. That first birth had been a nightmare, at least it had to him. For Willow, she didn’t have memories of the screaming or the pain she’d been in. All she remembered was the immense pleasure when their baby girl was placed in her arms. He remembered, though. The pain as she screamed and he had to hold her hand throughout. She’d been covered in perspiration, and she’d struggled through the first birth.
He had to admit, though, watching little Lauren grow had been a fucking dream. Their little girl was so cute, so adorable. At first, because she caused her mother so much pain, Carson had been worried that he wouldn’t love her. Anyone who hurt Willow was in his shit book, but late one night, Willow had been so exhausted, and Lauren had been screaming. He had no choice but to go to her, and as he picked her up, this wave of love and protection swept over him. He loved his little girl and all anger had abated. His anger wasn’t at this precious baby, it was at himself. So, he promised himself no more babies. That didn’t work. Whenever he was with Willow, all he wanted to do was fuck her, make love, to be balls-deep inside her, and without a condom as well.
Archie was born three years later, and now she was pregnant with their third baby. He had kept his promise to her grandmother. She had never known sadness. He took care of her and worked tirelessly to make sure his world doesn’t touch hers.
After the last shop was burned down, the rumors had run rife, and he allowed them to spread. He wanted every single person to know that if they messed with Willow Dexter, death would come to them. At all times, there were three men watching the shop. Willow had become quite used to them being close by, and he knew his men adored Willow. She had made them sweaters for the colder months, and even attempted sleeveless shirts and shorts for the warmer months. Each year, she made sure to close her shop for two weeks over the Christmas period so they could go home to their families, and she always made them something. She also happened to make sure he paid them a Christmas bonus. She believed his men were bored, when the truth was, with all the attention they got, there were men more than willing to take care of his wife.