Page 118 of A Bossy Proposal

East shrugs, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so crazy? I mean, look at you. You’ve got everything. But me? I’m not ready for that level of commitment.”

What he means is he isn’t ready because Sloane isn’t.

“So, you want to be a single dad? That sounds like commitment to me.” I lift an eyebrow and study him. “If you’re not going to fight for her, you have to let her go, you know.”

“It’s not about Sloane,” he grumbles, leaning back in his chair. “But—I don’t know. It’s just...I like the idea of having a kid, someone to pass everything on to. The more I think about it. It appeals to me.”

I shake my head, still chuckling. “You know, there are ways to make that happen without the whole marriage thing.”

East’s eyes narrow. “What are you talking about?”

“I don’t know,” I say, shrugging my shoulders. “Pay someone to have your kid. Surrogacy or whatever. It’s not like you can’t afford it.”

East’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he’s silent. Then he bursts out laughing. “Jesus, West. You can’t just say shit like that.”

“Why not? It’s an option, isn’t it?”

He shakes his head, still grinning. “Yeah, I guess it is. But can you imagine Dad’s face if I showed up with a baby and no wife?”

“He’d probably have a heart attack,” I say, grinning back.

“Maybe that’s how we solve our problems,” East jokes. “I’ll just shock Dad into an early retirement.”

“Or a coffin.”

We both laugh, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness to our conversation. The wheels are turning in East’s head. And I wonder if I’ve planted a seed that might actually grow into something.

I stride to the door, holding the handle for a moment, and turn back to him. “You know I love you?”

“I do, but it’s the first time you’ve ever told me. I never thought you had it in you.” He smiles. “I love you too. Do you want me to be your best man?”

“Fuck no. Dom gets that honor. You can be a groomsman.”

East laughs. “I’d be honored to be standing beside you no matter what. I still can’t believe you’re getting married. You…the man who I never thought would ever love anyone. I’m glad though.”

“Me too.” I smile. “And this day is so good that I’m going to go home and hide my fiancée’s birth control.”

Amelia’s eyes are wide, her breaths coming in short, desperate gasps as she lowers onto my solid cock. Her palms slide over my chest as my fingers grip the beautiful softness of her hips.

When she settles into a rhythm, I slide my hands around to cup her ass. Squeezing the firm flesh as she bounces, before I give it a hard slap.

“More.” She arches her back, pushing herself against me, grinding over me, and begging for more.

“I want to give you more...something special.” I reach up and whisper into her ear, my lips brushing against the sensitive skin as I speak. “A baby.”

Amelia’s eyes widen, and she moans. But more noticeable is the way her pussy tightens around me. It grips me so hard that I need to breathe through my urge to come. “You want to get me pregnant?”

The thought sends a shiver down my spine.

“I do.”

I know she wants this as much as I do.

“Oh God,” she moans, her eyes rolling upward. “Yes, please.”

I groan as my fingers dig into her flesh as I hold her hips still and thrust up harder and faster into her.

“Beg for it,” I growl. “Beg for me to come inside you.”

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