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The deep amber flecks in his brown eyes pick up the light, making it appear like tiny fires burn brightly there. “Susa wants to have a baby.”

I frown. “You had a vasectomy. She knows that.”

“I know that, and you know that, andsheknows that. She started beating around the bush a couple of nights ago, wondering if my vasectomy could be reversed, or would I be open to talking to a doctor about IVF or…something. I told her we could discuss that in a few months, once we’re all settled in our new jobs. I also told her that, for now, if she’s serious about wanting a baby, she needs to stop taking her birth control pills because it can take a few months to fully leave the system. And I told her to take a couple of days to think about it.”

Carter lets a beat pass before his next words. “She tossed the packages in the trash before we went to bed last night.”

He lets that information sit and settle in my brain for a moment.

I gasp as I recall the sight ofmysemen coating the insides of her thighs before she’d left my office.

Carter said fucking her was my reward, his gift to me.

How he leaned in and whispered in my ear that I was such a good boy for him. That, until further notice, I could grab her, bend her over, and fuck her whenever I wanted and we had a safe opportunity to do so.

Encouraging me to find such opportunities as often as possible.

No restrictions.

How he told me she is under orders to submit to me like that because I’ve been such a good boy for them.

He knows I wanted children, but one of the compromises I accepted by agreeing to be his was knowing that would no longer be in the stars for me.

When his true implication finally hits me, it literally takes my breath away.

I kiss him again, my hand threading through his hair to hold him in place and my lips crushing his.

“Youarea fucking bastard extraordinaire,” I mumble against his mouth.

He chuckles as we kiss. When his hands settle on my ass once more he squeezes, tightly and nearly painfully, and Iloveit. I lift my mouth from his so I can stare down into his sweet brown eyes.

His playful smile looks gorgeous, sexy. “I know. Ain’t I, though?”

He is.

And I love him.

Really,trulylove him.

The End