“I’m close.” I barely get the words out as his teeth find my neck, and I use my free hand to grip his hair. My other hand is still on my clit, inching me closer and closer.
“Let go, Josephine. I’m right here to catch you.”
His words of trust and love send me over the edge, and I cum on his cock, releasing all the tension I’ve been holding on to. I melt into him and move up and down, riding out my orgasm and making it go on longer. He grips my hips and makes me grind down on him as he thrusts deep and fills me up. I feel his cock twitch inside me as his warm cum spreads through my pussy.
“I love you, baby.” I smile against his skin because I can’t stop saying it. I feel so silly and shy because I keep repeating it, but it just keeps coming out. I’m officially head over heels in love with this man of mine.
I hear him whisper the words against my neck, sending chills up and down my back. I move against him a little and feel that he’s still rock hard inside me. There’s not usually a time we are together that he isn’t hard, and if he isn’t, it only takes a wiggle of my ass to get him there.
“Marry me, Law.”
He pulls back fast, grabbing my face and looking into my eyes. “Say it again.” It’s a demand, not a question. His look is intense, and I can’t tell if I’ve upset him or made him happy.
I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is what love is. Everything out on the table and heart wide open.
“I said, marry me, Law. Will you marry me?” I bite my lip and think that he may have wanted to do the asking. But he should know by now that I’m not a conventional girl, and this isn’t a conventional relationship. I’m different, he’s different, and that makes us different.
He closes his eyes tightly for a second and then opens them to look back at me. His big eyes are a little watery as he nods his head.
“You will?” My voice goes up on a squeak on the last word, but I’m too excited to care.
“Yes, Josephine, I’ll marry you. Been waiting on you to ask that for a long time. And to be honest, I thought I’d have to wait a long time for it. I love you so much, baby. I can’t wait to make you my wife.”
He grabs me by the waist and picks me up from the bed, not breaking our connection. He walks me down the hall to his office, around his desk, and sits in his big chair, all while keeping his cock in me, with me wrapped around his hips.
Reaching over, he pulls out a black velvet box and hands it to me. There’s a receipt on top, and the date is circled. It’s from almost exactly a year ago today, and I look up at him in confusion.
“Since I first laid eyes on you, Josephine.” He pulls out the ring—an emerald-cut black diamond. “You’ve always been the only one.”
He slides the ring onto my finger, and my lips fall on his, telling him what I can’t find the words to say. As he lays me back on the desk and makes love to me, I realize that he wanted me before he knew me. He took one look at me and knew I would be his best friend, his partner, his wife, and the mother of his children. He saw more in me in one glance than I’d seen in myself my whole life.
Goddamn, I’m a lucky woman.
Epilogue
LAW
Ten years later…
“I’ve told you three times, I’m not doing it.”
“Josephine, I swear it’s an emergency.”
I hear the phone click, and I know she hung up on me. I feel the smug smile on my face as I lean my ass against my cruiser and wait for her to show up.
The kids are with Paine and Penelope this weekend, and what better way to start off our time alone than with a little fun.
We’ve been together so long that I’m sure she knows my game, but that sassy hard-ass of hers likes to play hard to get.
Things between us have only gotten better over time, and I still can’t get enough of her. She’s the love of my life, and even though things get hectic, we still find time to remember why we fell in love.
I don’t have to wait long before she pulls up in her Corvette. I bought her the classic for her thirtieth birthday, and she looks sexy as fuck in it. She steps out, and my eyes roam up and down her tight body. She’s got on a black tank top, tight jeans, and her work boots. Her black hair is in messy waves down her back, and she looks like a fucking sex goddess. She stomps over to me and crosses her arms.
“What’s wrong with it?” She looks over my shoulder to see the hood of my cruiser up and raises an eyebrow.
“Don’t know. Damn thing won’t start.”
She bites her lip to keep from smiling and elbows past me to check it out. It won’t take her long to see the battery cable disconnected, but the real fun will begin after I get the cuffs on her.
I smile as I turn and follow her, thinking this is going to be a hell of a weekend.
Taking the Fall
Chapter 1
“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” Carter growls and stands up from a metal chair.
I’ve never seen this look on him before. Well, not directed at me anyway. What should I expect though? The man is in prison and has been for four years, and still has another four to go.
I haven’t seen him since that night. The night I can’t remember. The reason I’m here.
“Did you get my letters?” I ask, ignoring his question. I sent hundreds over the years and never once did he respond.
“Yeah, I got them,” he fires back.
“But…you never...” My words trail off as the force of what he’s saying hits me. He got my letters; he just didn’t care enough to write back. The first ones started off asking what had happened, because I had so many questions. All I have is this giant blank spot in my mind driving me insane. One second I have a perfect life and the next I wake up in the hospital covered in bruises, with my mother missing, along with my bodyguard. Poof! No more Mom and no more Carter. For some reason, the loss of Carter hurt the most. After that my once-loving father turned cold. Others might have called my father cold before on account of his dealings with the dirtier elements of society, but I never thought he was…until now.
“Ever think there was a reason I didn’t respond? I threw them out. I don’t want you here.” Carter has always been blunt and to the point but he was never intentionally cruel, and never with me. He had been my bodyguard for six months before that night. I couldn’t turn around without tripping over him. Anytime I was allowed to the leave house, he was at my side like a shadow.
Shifting uncomfortably, I take him in. He’s huge. I remember him as always being big, but now he seems massive. His six foot four frame looks like it’s been chiseled from stone and could bust the seams of his prison uniform. I don’t recall him having so many tattoos either, but now every inch of exposed skin is covered in them, peeking up around the neck of his uniform. I also don’t recall ever wanting to lick them as I do now.
Slowly moving my eyes back to his face, I see his jaw is hard from clenching it. His eyes lock on mine, so green they almost look like colored contact lenses. Those blazing emeralds snap away and do a head-to-toe sweep of my body. My breath catches in my throat at the look he gives me. It was hard and deadly before, but now it appears hungry and consuming. He makes me feel naked, completely stripped.