“Yes.” I ran my fingers through his hair.
“Since high school.”
I snorted. “I’m being serious.”
“So am I. When I stole your poem, I was hoping to impress you. Maybe I wasn’t thinking about marriage then, but I’d finally gotten the courage to let you know how I felt. Of course, it didn’t go so well.”
“You could have just asked me.”
“I could have. You could have told me how you felt about the song too.” He arched a brow at me, telling me I was at fault too. And I was. I’d gone off half-cocked as I often did.
“But,” he continued. “No sense in worrying about could haves or should haves. We’re here now.”
I smiled, but inside, I still felt a whole lot of guilt at how my fears and prickly behavior, as he called it, kept me from having all this for so long.
“Of course, I got tired of waiting for my charm to wear you down, so I did have to finagle things a bit.”
“Oh?” I widened my legs, wanting to feel the velvety tip of his cock against my aching pussy lips.
“The first time we went to the senior center, I arranged for you to be there as well.”
“You did?” My eyes narrowed. “Sinclair let you do that?”
“Sinclair loves me. And you.” He rocked his hips, his dick rubbing against my clit.
I sighed as it sent delicious sensations coursing through my blood.
“I didn’t arrange the bet, but I did agree with you on your premise knowing you and Sinclair would dig in, and eventually, she’d challenge you to prove your side. I wanted to be the guy you proved it with.”
I laughed. “You’re sneaky.”
“I was a desperate man wanting to be noticed by you.”
I grinned. “We did prove our points though, didn’t we? Being fake married wasn’t hard. Not for me anyway. I know I’m not the easiest to live with—”
He thrust, his dick sliding inside of me until he was fully steeped in my body. “I don’t know, you seem easy to me.”
“God, I love your dick,” I said as I grabbed his ass and held him deep inside me.
“I love your pussy.” He kissed me, taking my hands in his and holding them over my head. His blue eyes looked into mine. “If I hadn’t already knocked you up, I’d want to make a baby right now.”
“Before we were married?”
“We’re not married?” he joked. At the same time, I understood he was also saying that even without a ceremony or a legal document, our hearts and souls were merged.
I squeezed his hands and wrapped my legs around his hips. “I’m yours Ryder. Only yours.”
His eyes turned emotional. “You make me so fucking happy when you say that.” He kissed me, and as his tongue danced with mine, his body moved, his dick massaging my pussy walls, building pleasure upon pleasure.
I still wasn’t sure how I’d won his heart, but I knew I’d do anything to keep it. Including continuing my counseling and work to improve myself and my ability to trust, not him, because I trusted him implicitly, but trust myself.
We took our time, resisting the urge to give in to our bodies' need to rush to release. Instead, our pleasure built in slow degrees, higher and higher and higher. His dick felt bigger, the friction more intense with each slow stroke.
As our bodies moved together, I savored the feel of love emanating between us and around us. We were one. I wasn’t alone. I was complete. I was blissfully happy.
“I need to come baby.” His voice was strained as he dipped his head into the curve of my neck. “Are you there, yet?”
I’d been there for a time, lingering, teetering, savoring the shimmer of the edge of orgasm. “Yes. Come in me, Ryder.”
He groaned, and his hips picked up speed. I arched, my body meeting his, thrust for thrust.
As I hit the pinnacle, my body went taut, pleasure burst like a dam, rushing out and flooding my body. “I love you!” I cried out. “I love you so much.”
He growled, thrust in hard, and ground his hips against me, releasing his essence inside me.
“Yes, baby, yes,” He continued to move in and out of me, filling me. “Fuck…I love you…” He collapsed, wrapping his arms around me and holding me close.
I savored his strength around me. I cherished this man who saw the real me, warts and all, and loved me anyway. I sank into his love, finally feeling like I was home.
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Accidental Affair (Preview)
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I’ve been obsessed with my dad’s best friend for as long as I can remember.
Does that make me a bad girl?
Let me clarify.
I’m not just mindlessly obsessed with him.
I actually like Maurice.
Letting him kiss me was a big deal for me.
I’m still holding on to my V-card.
And I want to hand it over to him every time I see him dressed in a suit.
Lucky for me, I see that a lot because I work for him.
Yes, he’s my boss and I should stop staring at him.
But my heart doesn’t seem to care.
So, when he needed access to his inheritance to help out my dad…
I proposed a plan.
A fake marriage.
Zero expectations.
No complications.
Yeah, right.
Who am I kidding?
1 Prologue—Brooke: Four Years Ago
I enjoyed being away at school in Chicago, gaining some independence and experiences away from my small hometown of Salvation, Nebraska. With that said, coming home for the holiday break had been nice. The country air, vast farming landscape, and of course, seeing my father was rejuvenating after my first semester of college. It didn’t hurt that Maurice Valentine was spending more time with us, as well. He was still
