The Boss' Proposal
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With her hands freed, Grace tugged the tattered remnants of her shirt about her and buried her face against Anthony’s chest. “He had me drugged. He bribed someone to drug my latte this afternoon so that I would leave work early.”
“Never again,” Anthony promised. “You and me stick together from now on.”
She gave a watery chuckle, “That’s fine by me.”
Anthony held her and listened to the wailing sirens grow closer. He refused to think about what almost happened, and instead focused on the fact that she was safe in his arms.
CHAPTER FIVE
Anthony watched Grace moving across the room. The deep red of her form fitting dress highlighted her lush curves. It bared her shoulders almost entirely and displayed a tantalizing amount of cleavage before nipping in at her waist and then clinging to her hips, then flaring out into a slightly fuller skirt. She’d called it a trumpet style. He had no idea what that meant. He just knew she looked sexy as hell. Her dark hair had been swept up into a confection of loose curls. It gave the impression that the slightest tug would send it tumbling over her bared shoulders. One curl had escaped already and brushed against the soft skin of her neck, only adding to the illusion.
“Have I told you, Mrs. Callahan, how beautiful you look tonight?” he asked when she reached him.
“Yes, husband. You did tell me that…in the elevator and in the car on the way here. You might have even mentioned it when you were trying to talk me into canceling on your stepmother’s party and staying home with you.”
Bringing her hand to his face, he pressed a kiss against the inside of her wrist. “Marianne would have understood.”
“We’ve been married for less than a week. I will not make the mistake of alienating my stepmother-in-law right off the bat,” she said. The words were reproving but the smile that curved her lips and the gleam in her eyes was impossible to mistake. “But now that we’re here, we’ve made our appearance, I see no reason we couldn’t sneak off somewhere for a moment alone.”
Anthony nodded his agreement. “We’re newlyweds. It’s expected.”
“Precisely,” she said. “But since you know the house, you have to lead the way.”
“Not inside… Outside.”
Grace allowed him to lead her through a set of French doors and onto the large veranda that surrounded the house. They went down a few steps and then followed a path toward a small gazebo that overlooked the lake. It was October in New York, and far from warm, but the cold air was strangely invigorating. “Well, now that you have me alone, what do you plan to do with me?” she asked.
“First, I’m going to figure out how to get you out of that dress.”
Grace chuckled as she reached for the side zipper of her gown. With the gown loosened, she pushed Anthony back onto one of the padded benches. She tugged her skirt up and out of the way as she climbed onto his lap, straddling his muscular thighs. “If you get me out of it, I’ll never get back into it, but this should give us enough room to maneuver.”
Reaching beneath her skirt, Anthony found that she wore nothing beneath it. He encountered damp bare skin and groaned at the contact. Sliding one finger between the slick folds, he traced tight circles around her clit. Her answering moan went straight to his already hardening cock. “I love the way you feel,” he said. “Soft, warm…wet. Nothing feels as good as being inside you, Grace.”
She smiled at him, and the expression on her face was perfectly, beautifully carnal. “Nothing feels as good as having you hot and hard inside me…filling me up. Driving into me over and over again.”
“Take me in, Grace. Show me what you want,” he urged. He felt the slight tremor of her hands as she opened his pants. When she grasped his cock in her hand, her skin was cool against his fevered flesh. Then she was rising up onto her knees, guiding his cock into her slick heat. He closed his arms around her, pressing her breasts to his chest as she moved on him, circling her hips against him. “So fucking good.”
“Yes… Oh my god, yes,” she said, moving her hips faster, lifting up only to sink down on him once again, taking him deep, impaling herself on his thick length. Tugging at her dress, she freed her breasts and gasped when Anthony’s mouth closed over one nipple. The contrast of his heated mouth and the cool air, coupled with the exquisite sensation of having him moving inside her was simply too much. Tossing her head back, her breath rasping out, she felt the first flutterings of her orgasm. Those small ripples built, spreading outward until she was awash with the pleasure.
“Fuck, Grace. I can’t wait,” he hissed.
“Don’t,” she said. “Don’t wait. I want to feel you cum inside me.”
Anthony gripped her hips, driving up, deeper inside her, the slick heat of her body and the perfect friction of her inner muscles rippling around him and he couldn’t hold back. He gasped her name as he came, spilling himself into her welcoming sheath. “Grace,” he panted. “I am too fucking old for this.”
She laughed, and the small contractions created by that had them both groaning again. “I think I might be too old for it.”
“We’ll retire together,” he said with a smile.
“Nope. I plan on retiring very soon. I want to focus all of my energy on being a wife…and a mother.”
He’d just regained is breath, but the air rushed out again. “Grace?”
“Not yet. But I want to. Soon. Don’t you?”
Able to breath again, he sighed. “Of course, I do. More than anything in this world.”
Grace smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with all the overwhelming emotions that he evoked in her. “I wish there was a way to show you how much I love you.”
He kissed her back, tenderly, sweetly. “Well, if you can get my father to stop begging for grandchildren, that’ll be a good way to start.”
She laughed, kissed him again, and marveled about the twists and turns that had brought her there. “Maybe I’ll start keeping another journal…. full of all the naughty ways I can show you.”
“Darling, I don’t plan on giving you enough time to write,” he promised, holding her close. The party continued on in the house behind them, and they continued their own party there in the darkness.
Table of Contents
Chapter One
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE