Page 58 of A Bossy Proposal

A flicker of surprise crosses his face, then he grins—a devilish glint sparking in his eyes. “Are you sure about that?”

I swallow hard, locking eyes with him. “Yes.” My heart races as I hold his gaze, knowing that whatever comes next is a leap of faith.

West pushes one hand under my thighs and the other under my shoulders, and lifts me off the couch. He rises without much effort and carries me upstairs and to his bedroom without another word.

He places me on his bed. I slip under the covers first and watch him as he undresses down to a fitted tee and boxers.

As I settle into the warmth of his bed, my eyes trace the lines of his body, taking in every detail of his taut muscles. His strong thighs.

He catches me staring and smiles. So, I watch his face.

His near-black hair falls over his forehead, the strands tousled as if he’s just woken up. He might be ten years older than me, but when he’s tired, it gives him a boyish look that draws me in even more.

My gaze roams over his tall frame, wide shoulders. His whole body is taut and commanding. His muscular arms have just the right amount of definition. He’s not bulky like some muscle-heads I’ve encountered.

When he wears a suit, he looks better than any other man. From the way the fabric hugs his broad shoulders and tapers at his waist, it is nothing short of mesmerizing.

There’s a strength there that draws me closer. And there’s the power and dominance he has without uttering a single word.

But now he is virtually naked, he is something else. He carries himself with an effortless confidence that makes my heart race.

But it’s always his eyes that hold me captive. The pale blue shimmers with such intensity. I want to dive in and unravel what secrets he hides behind them.

I’m staring at him as he moves across the room. The motion is fluid and purposeful, making my pulse quicken.

My heart is racing so hard I press my palm against my chest to stop it from pounding out my rib cage.

“I need a quick shower,” he says before disappearing into the bathroom.

Enough time to stop my racing heart.

But what feels like minutes later, it’s still going crazy, and my breath hitches as he approaches the bed.

Anticipation buzzes in the air around us, pulling at my core, doing things between my legs only he can do.

He pauses for a moment before climbing in beside me, close enough for our bodies to almost touch, but not quite. It’s electrifying, and every nerve ending within me is pulsing.

“What do we do now?” I whisper into the silence that envelops us.

“You kiss me,” West replies softly. “You let me know you want to be here.”

“Right, so I just kiss you?” I smirk, trying to mask the flutter of nerves dancing in my stomach.

He turns on the bed to face me, before his large hands grab my hips and he turns us both until I’m lying on top of him. I gasp as his hardness presses against my stomach.

“Do you think you can handle that?” His lips curve into a smirk, and the intensity of his gaze sends shivers down my spine.

I roll my eyes.

I shift my body until my pussy is pressing against his cock, testing the waters to see how much he wants this. “I think I can.”

Before I know it, he grabs my waist and turns us again until he’s on top of me. “You’re not in control.”

“I’m not.”

He tilts his head to one side, considering me. “Admit it,” he murmurs, locking his eyes onto mine. “You want me. Admit you’ve always wanted me.”

I can’t deny the truth in his words. Heat floods my cheeks as I bite back a grin. “Well, you make a compelling argument.”

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