Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
She likes being close to me, so she doesn’t mind. She rests her head on my shoulder and kisses my neck between bites. She wiggles her ass and deliberately makes trouble, smirking as she leans forward to grab some fresh fruit. Her eyes dance as she pops it into her mouth, meeting my gaze as she licks the juice from her lips.
It wasn’t the plan. I wanted to wait until we were done and tell her to take the dome off the dessert plate. The ring was supposed to be what she looked at when I uttered the words, and I was supposed to make a romantic speech I’ve been running through in my head on and off since I pulled the trigger and bought the ring.
But I can’t wait.
“Marry me.”
Her face falls—not with disappointment, but shock. Her brown eyes widen, the glint of playful mischievousness disappearing as she stares at me in shock. “What?”
She’s not sure I’m serious.
I hold onto her waist to keep her stable on my lap, then I drag the dome off the plate and pass her the ring box.
She takes it. Gapes at it. Doesn’t even open it.
She looks back at me and breathes, “What?”
“I know it’s fast,” I tell her. “But I want you forever. I don’t need the next year together to know that, and since I already know, I figured I’d ask.”
She shakes her head, then presses a hand against her chest. “My God, you’re serious.”
I nod at the ring box. “Open it.”
Her fingers shake as she opens the box, then she draws in a breath looking down at the ring. “It’s beautiful, Milo,” she whispers.
It’s an Asscher cut diamond in a platinum setting, has an art deco look I thought she’d like.
Her gaze darts to mine. “Can I put it on?”
Her question surprises a chuckle out of me. “Of course, you can put it on. It’s yours. If you want it, that is.” I say it teasingly, but I’m a little tense that she hasn’t answered me yet.
“Of course I want it.” She sounds nervous but excited. Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she slides the band on her left ring finger. It sparkles as she moves her hand, gazing at it wistfully.
Like something you want, not something you have.
She swallows and looks up at me. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”
My eyebrows rise. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Like, really, really sure? You’re not asking to be nice?”
I laugh, pulling her close and cradling her face in my hand. “I wouldn’t propose marriage to be nice, Kennedy. If you’re not ready, you can just say that. I won’t be mad.”
“No, it’s not that. Of course my answer is yes. I absolutely want to marry you. I want to keep you forever. I just… I’m afraid that you might be caught up or something, and what if you change your mind? I’d die if we got engaged and then you broke up with me.”
I shake my head. “Not going to happen. I’d marry you on this trip if you were game, but I imagine you want a wedding.”
Her brow furrows ever so slightly for just a moment, then it clears and she smiles. It’s a slow smile at first, but it widens as she starts to think about it. “I would like to see you in a dashing suit. And I do kinda want a dress. Plus, the boys should be there,” she says, her gaze darting to mine uncertainly.
I nod. “Of course the boys should be there.”
She looks back down at the ring. “My god, you proposed to me.”
“I did.” A smile tugs at my lips. “And you still haven’t given me a clear answer.”
Her doubts seem to have cleared, making way for an unstoppable smile that seems to take up more and more of her pretty face until she’s practically glowing. “Yes! Are you kidding me? Yes, yes, yes. Of course I’ll marry you.”
Relief sweeps through me, but I don’t show it as I smirk at her. “That’s much better.”
She grins and shifts positions so she’s straddling me. She’s naked beneath the robe, so when she sits on my lap, her bare ass rests on my thighs, her pussy right over my cock. She shifts her hips deliberately, trying to wake it up.
She doesn’t have to work very hard.
She smiles at the new shiny piece of jewelry on her slim finger, then she reaches down with the same hand and grabs my cock. She lifts herself a bit, guiding me to her entrance, then she eases down, taking me inch by inch into her tight little pussy.
Fuck me.
My fingers dig into her hips as I sink into paradise.
I put her on the pill as soon as we were sure she wasn’t pregnant, and I’m grateful now. I filled that beautiful pussy full of my cum twice last night, and I plan to do it again this morning.