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)
“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, I am helping 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.”
Carson let her go, but rather than allow her to do the dishes on her own, he grabbed a towel and began to help.
“Ah, so not only do you cook, you know how to dry dishes?” she asked.
“I know how to do it all. I simply pay people to do it for me.”
Willow kept smiling, but he saw it diminish as they came close to the end. She was nervous.
He knew sex wouldn’t happen tonight. First, he wanted her to get used to his presence. Only then would sex be in the cards. And the rest of their lives would be in motion.
Carson had no intention of wearing a condom. The moment he fucked Willow, he planned to make her pregnant. He couldn’t wait to see her ripe and swollen with his child.
“I think I should give you the tour,” he said. He reached for her hand and took her through his penthouse. “You’ve seen the kitchen.” He took her to the living room, the dining room, which of course she had already seen, but he was trying to make her relax. He showed her his office, the bedroom, and even took her to the en suite. “But there is one room I really want to show you.”
“Is it a torture chamber?” she asked.
He burst out laughing. “You tell me.” He twisted the doorknob and swung it open, and reached for the light switch, illuminating her sewing room.
Willow stepped inside and gasped.
“Holy shit,” she said and then covered her mouth.
“I wasn’t sure where you’d want everything, but I researched and with the help of your grandma—”
“Grandma helped you?” Willow asked.
“Yes. She was rather impressed, if I do say so myself.”
Willow laughed. “Oh my … this is insane. This is what I have always dreamed about. Back home, Mom and Dad were hoping to convert the basement to something like this, but they never got around to it, and then … yeah. Wow.”
“So, these are new machines. All your stuff will be here tomorrow, including your fabric.” He moved to the far wall. “Again, your grandma made some selections of fabric and in different lengths as well. It was her parting gift to you.”