The Boss’s Possession (Crave and Claimed #4) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Crave and Claimed Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
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Willow pressed her lips together and he saw the tears in her eyes. “Thank you.”

She walked up to him and he didn’t know if she was going to slap him, but she suddenly threw her arms around him.

“Thank you.”

“I hope you like it.”

“Grandma liked you, didn’t she?”

He smirked. He couldn’t help it. “I don’t know if she liked me, but when I said I was building a sewing room for her granddaughter, she seemed to like me a little more.”

“And I can use it?” she asked.

“Whenever you like.”

“I’ve always wanted my own sewing room. I know Grandma said I could move in with her, and there was a lot of space, but I just … I didn’t want to intrude and I wanted my independence, you know. This is … there are no … thank you so much.”

“Hopefully, it works.” Carson had an idea of Willow being barefoot, heavily pregnant, and wandering this room. Once she was pregnant, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d need to purchase a house. He was already checking available properties to find one that would suit their needs.

“What do you mean?”

“In helping you to see a life with me. To want to be with me.”

Chapter Three

The following day in the shop, Willow tried not to think too hard about the previous night. After the revelation of her new sewing room, Carson had taken her to the bedroom. He’d given her some time to get ready for bed before he returned to join her.

Willow had tried to fall asleep before that happened, but she couldn’t. Carson had known she was wide awake as well. She had watched him while at the same time trying to hide her face. He’d left fully dressed and come back to the room, wet, with a towel wrapped around his body. A heavily inked body. The towel had covered his ass, but she’d seen the ink that decorated his back. Images and words melded together, which were hard to focus on while attempting not to look at him.

He’d dried his body, pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, and then climbed into bed. Willow had gasped when he reached across the bed, wrapped his arms around her body, and then pulled her close. At first, she had struggled to fall asleep.

The past six months she had fallen asleep in tears.

After being tense in his arms for most of the night, she hadn’t expected to sleep. Willow didn’t know what happened, but one moment she had struggled to fall asleep, and the next, she had woken up, feeling relaxed and completely at peace.

Carson held her throughout the night.

In the morning, Carson had woken, kissed her lips, and then prepared breakfast. He dropped her off at the shop by eight, and now she stood, shop open, with a few customers milling around.

There was a list of customer orders waiting to be finished. She noticed a few of Carson’s men out in the street. They didn’t interfere with her customers and she was thankful no one avoided entering just because they were there.

Whenever people came to the desk, she served them and then got back to filling orders. Her grandmother had insisted on expanding their business to the internet, which had been genius, as they had regular customers online as well.

She loved fondling fabric and serving people, helping them find the correct items for their projects. They also had a project wall within the shop for customers who’d used the fabric they supplied to create their own designs.

It was at moments like this when she missed her grandmother. The shop was slow that day, and cutting orders was fun, but it was nice to always have someone to chat with.

Around lunchtime, she felt the air in the shop change and when she looked up, she saw Carson had stepped inside. A couple of women stopped and watched him. She saw the interest in their eyes as they followed him. Willow was surprised by the spark of jealousy that hit her square in the chest and had no right to rear its ugly head.

“Afternoon, beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She accepted the kiss, wanting the women to back off. “What are you doing here?” she asked.

“Is that any way to greet your future husband?”

She still couldn’t quite believe he was being serious. This was Carson, after all, and she doubted he ever joked about anything.

“Future husband?”

“Yes. This is where we’re going.” He took hold of her hand. “How’s business?”

“Slow, but I’ve got some online orders.”

“What have you had for lunch?” he asked.

She tilted her head to the side. “You’ve come to see me about lunch?”

“Yes.” He reached out and tucked some hair behind her ear. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet.”

He tutted. “Completely unacceptable.”

“I can’t leave the shop.”

“Don’t you worry.” He pressed a kiss to her lips. “I’ll be back.”



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