I can feel him looking at me, a sideways glance that is so nakedly full of longing I will spontaneously combust if I meet his gaze.
So instead I stare straight ahead and squeeze his fingers with mine.
I’m yours, forever.
No rush. No more aching because we’re apart. It’ll take a few weeks to sort out the move, but then I’m his, and I’ll be here, and we can do this every single night.
Not the Met part. But the hands and the longing and the knowledge that as soon as the elevator doors open, I’ll be in his arms and he’ll be inside me and it’ll be perfect.
The lift stops, and he swipes his card.
Mundane little details that reassure, no this isn’t a dream.
This is your life, Jana. You and your super hot delivery guy, who’s hung and good with cats and goes down on you like an oral sex rock star.
Plus he’s got a decent job.
Check, check, check.
The doors slide open.
I take a deep breath, and as I exhale, Jake picks me up. “Enough waiting,” he growls, and he strides through his apartment—our apartment—high above New York City with me in his arms.
I lose my clutch somewhere in the hallway. My shoes are removed by a very lusty Mr. Aston as I perch on the edge of the bed, then he spins me around and unzips my dress, revealing the black body suit underneath.
His hands slide over my hips, from the black silk to bare skin, then curve around to cup my ass as I undo the bowtie. “This is even sexier,” I purr. “Undressing you.”
“Faster.”
“Be patient—” I shriek as he tips me back onto the bed, then looms above me, big and turned on and gorgeous. His mouth is hot and wet against my collarbone, then lower, between my breasts. He licks the skin there, a wide swath with his tongue that makes me moan.
“Your cleavage has been torturing me all night.”
“You didn’t say anything.”
“I was this close to dragging you behind that kimono exhibit and ravaging you.”
“Ravaging sounds fun.”
“Next time.”
“Deal.” I sigh as he runs his nose along the satin bra cup, then he uses his teeth to tug it down, freeing my nipple to the cool air. “Jake, yes…”
“Yes, what?”
“Suck there…”
“Here?” He pulls the soft flesh at the side of my breath into his mouth. “Mmm.”
“Jake.”
“Yes?”
“Lick my nipple, please. And suck it.”
He growls in appreciation and does both, and when he switches to the other side, he keeps up the delicious torture on the first side with his fingers, pinching and pulling and twisting until I’m hot and bothered and writhing beneath him.
Then he rolls me over, tapping my ass with a lazy slap as he pulls me up onto my knees. I rock on all fours, shamelessly presenting myself to him, because that’s how turned on I am—I’ve reached the it’s a good idea to wiggle your pussy at the horny guy stage.
“I like this…thing…” he says as presses his hips against mine and strokes his fingers down my back. “You’re so fucking curvy in it.” He squeezes my hips and runs his thumbs down the edge of the fabric where it disappears between my butt cheeks.
Then he presses there, through the fabric, but still.
He’s rubbing my ass, and it’s fucking hot.
I gasp, and he circles his thumb again.
“Yes?”
I sigh and drop my head to the bed. “Yes.”
“Right here?”
“Please…”
“Just a finger.”
Seriously, he could do whatever he wants to me, but sure, let’s start with a finger.
He pulls away, then lube and a condom land beside me on the bed. I twist my head so I can watch him strip before he crawls back to where I’m waiting in the middle of the giant bed.
He kisses my hip, then my thigh, and across to my sex. I close my eyes as he noses me through the silky fabric, then he tugs it aside and licks me from top to bottom. He groans and I rock against his face. More, yes, that, oh God.
“No, need you bare,” he whispers, then he’s behind me, helping me up. My head spins as he unzips the lingerie down my back before pressing me back down again. He works it off my legs, one at a time. He’s being so careful, and I can feel his hands shake.
He’s going to stop being careful any second, but he doesn’t want to rip the lingerie I made such a big deal of. Oh, my sweet man.
Then his hands land heavy on my hips.
Sweet, dirty man.
He strokes his fingers through my slickness, teasing my clit on each glide, then after a pause where I imagine he sheathes himself, he presses into me. Deep, all the way, filling me up to the point of stealing my breath.
“Yes,” he groans. “God, I love you.”
I pulse around him.
“Want to take you hard.”
“Do it.” I push back against him and he thrusts his hips. “Yes, that. Love it. Love you.”
He takes his time easing back, then pumps forward fast and hard. Lazy pull, hard push. It’s torturous and amazing at the same time, dragging his heavy erection over all the nerve endings inside me before rocking forward so fast it’s like a jolt to the system.
And with each thrust, I can feel him swelling inside me. Getting harder. Closer.
I’m shamelessly humping back against him because I’m out of my mind with need. He’s so fucking big, and it almost hurts it’s so good, but it doesn’t because he gets me so wet.
So good, so big, so wet.
I’m the luckiest bitch in the world. I need to tell Nina she was right.
And then.
Then he touches me between my ass cheeks, his fingers slick with lube I didn’t even hear him open, and wait, I was wrong.
Now I’m the luckiest bitch in the world.
Who knew that felt so mind-blankingly right?
Just a finger.
Just the tip.
Then more, the whole finger, and I might explode and holy hell, his fingers are big. Not sure about the rest of him. But whatever, he can have me, all of me, however he wants me, because—
I explode into an orgasm that takes me by surprise, and my legs are shaking. Oh God, oh God, oh… And it’s too much, suddenly, all of it, but I’m still coming. I scream as he chases me up the bed, although we don’t really move, so maybe I’m just shaking on the spot, and my mind is blank but full of crazy thoughts at the same time.
Like…let’s do that again.
Right now.
Anal.
Who knew that was the perfect ending to the perfect day?
With a guttural groan that slides right in my soul, because I make him make that sound, Jake slams his cock inside my pussy one more time, and holds me down as he comes inside me. He’s twitching too, all of his muscles straining and tense, and we slowly melt into the bed.
“Wow,” I say as he rolls me over.
He kisses me. It’s wet and dirty and makes me hum inside. “Be right back,” he whispers, and I close my eyes. He returns before I open them, and his mouth covers mine again. “Was that good?”
I grin. “You know it was.”
“A solid five out of ten on the okay scale?”
“Definitely at least a six,” I tease. “More than adequate.” I shiver, and he covers me with his body more. “I want to do that again.”
“I’ll need ten minutes and a green smoothie.”
“Not now.” I yawn. “But like…more of that. What we did.”
“You liked me playing with your ass?”
I nod.
“Good. Because I want to do more of that, too. I love every inch of you, and nothing makes me happier than you screaming my name.”
“Did I do that?”
“And how.” I blush and he trails kisses down my neck as his fingers stroke up my thigh. “Are you sure not now? Second round in the shower.” He curls his hand over my but
t and dips into the crease there. “I’ll be gentle.”
And just like that, sleep can wait.
Epilogue
Jana
July
Six hours until a week of vacation.
I give the cats a sidelong glance from where I’m sitting at my new desk in my new office. Our new office, really, because their brand-new, top-of-the-line cat trees take up half the room. This isn’t a hardship because the room is massive, and I have cat mom guilt about upsetting their world order in such a significant way.
Can they sense I’m abandoning them?
It’s been a big adjustment. We moved to New York a month ago and Larken still spends most of her time under the armoire in the corner.
Kitten loves the forest of carpet-covered climbing things, though. And the boys do, too. Jake’s bribes have worked on three feline friends, and Larken will get there eventually, too.
“You guys will be well taken care of this week,” I tell them.
They ignore me, so I look out the window. I didn’t even realize until I moved in that the apartment had a view of the park. This room is beside his home gym, and I couldn’t believe it when I realized it was unused.
He just shrugged and said he prefers the other side of the building because it’s quieter.
Ha. Like the faint soundtrack of New York traffic is a negative. Not for this girl. I’m living every romantic comedy movie I grew up watching. Plus in my version, it doesn’t end with a kiss in the park.
I blush as I think about the way Jake woke me up in the early morning, with a long, slow, dirty kiss between my legs.
“Gotta go to work,” he’d whispered. “Be back mid-afternoon.”
I’m cramming to get my own work done, too.
Well, at the moment I’m staring out the window and thinking about what I’ve packed for a week in the Hamptons. It’s all a part of the creative process.
I doodle an oversized beach umbrella with feet sticking out from beneath it. Not exactly the task on my to-do list, but it’s a drawing and I’m an illustrator and ha—productive.
I frown and reach for my phone.
Jana: Do they have beach umbrellas at this beach house?
Jake: Yes.
Jana: Big ones? We could stop at Costco on the way.
Jake: Sure. But I think they have umbrellas of all sizes.
Jana: Have you ever been to Costco?
Jake: There’s a first time for everything.
Jana: It’ll be a zoo. What time are you back?
Jake: Should be there before three.
Jana: Okay. Love you!
He sends back a heart emoji and I spin in my chair. Beach umbrellas and heart emojis deserve an extra bikini in the suitcase. Productivity can wait.
On my way back from the bedroom, the dedicated phone line from downstairs rings. Jake’s made it clear that if I’m working and don’t want to be disturbed, I don’t need to answer it, but since I’m already up, I think it’s polite to acknowledge whatever it is.
“Hello?”
“Good morning, Miss Jana. It’s Pierre.”
“Good morning, Pierre. How are you?”
“Excellent, thank you. There is a delivery here for you that requires a signature, and the driver will not allow me to sign on your behalf. I tried to explain how things are usually done, but he’s insistent.”
“That’s fine, send him up.” I’m not expecting anything from work, but given that Nina knows I’m going away with all of Jake’s friends for a week, I’m sure she’s sent a C.O.D. box of sex toys or something.
I wait until the elevator dings, and then I push the button that opens the doors from our side.
Standing in the middle of the elevator is a tall, dark, and very handsome SwiftEx driver. He’s wearing a different uniform than the last time I saw him, and his legs look impossibly good in brown shorts.
“Summer uniform now?” I ask, my breath hitching as I gobble him up with my gaze.
Jake grins and hands over a clipboard. Oh, so we’re doing the whole role-play thing. Hot. This isn’t one of the fancy digital clipboards he had in Baltimore, but an old paper form. “Sign on the first line. Date on the right.”
“And what am I signing for, exactly?” I ask as I scrawl my name. “Do I get to choose what package I want?”
He chuckles as I flick my gaze back to him, then drag it down his body. We both know what package I want. It’s big and thick and—
“You don’t need to choose,” he says as his hands swing into view. “Well, I hope you’ll be interested in all the packages I’ve brought today. Bit sneaky, getting you to sign for it first, sight unseen.”
In his right hand is a ring box.
Black. Velvet. Square.
A ring box.
I’m frozen, staring at a ring box in front of his crotch, but it doesn’t matter because he lowers himself to one knee, bringing the rest of him into view.
“From the second I laid eyes on you, I wanted to know you. You captivate me. And every minute, day, week, and month that has passed since has brought a new layer to our relationship. Laughter and affection, passion and tenderness, and a love bigger and stronger than I ever could have imagined. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, kind, and funny woman I’ve ever met, and I want to be your husband.” He flips open the ring box and lifts up an obscenely large square-cut diamond set in a platinum band. I gasp out loud, but that doesn’t distract him from what he says next. “I want you to be my wife, forever. Will you marry me?”
Forever and always. I nod, not trusting my words, and he stands, sliding the ring onto my left hand before tugging those fingers hard against his chest. His other hand braces wide across my back.
“Was that a yes?”
“Yes,” I breathe. “Yes, yes, ye—”
His mouth covers mine in a searing, claiming kiss that just keeps going. He dips me back until I squeak and wrap my arms around him tight, and he keeps on kissing me. Soft, pulling touches of his lips against mine. Hungry pushes of his tongue. Each kiss is a different reflection of all the love between us, and I give as good as I get. We make something amazing between us, and now that he’s asked, I’m not surprised, but whoa, was I ever a few minutes ago.
“I really like the uniform,” I whisper as he trails kisses over my jaw and down my neck. “I love your suits, but I missed the uniform.”
“I’m keeping this one. Might get married in it.”
I giggle. “Okay.”
“Although I do like the way you do my ties when I wear a tux…”
I sigh. “Yes, that’s good, too. We can decide later.”
I already know what I’m wearing. That lace dress the stylists brought for me to consider for the Met. I shiver as I think about Jake seeing me in it for the first time.
But right now, I’ve got a brown delivery uniform to strip him out of. I undo the top button and slide my fingers over the hard plane of his chest I’ve just uncovered. “Do you have any more deliveries to make today?”
“This is actually the end of my route,” he says, giving me a cocky grin that wouldn’t be out of place at the start of a filthy fantasy.
“In that case, you should stay a while. I could…” I giggle as he hauls me hard against his chest and I undo another two buttons. “Make you lemonade. Oh, Delivery Guy, it’s so hot out there today. Or…”
“Or.” His eyes darken as he works his hands under my shirt. “Yes, let’s jump straight to the or.”
“Well I just got a very special, very personal delivery, and I’d very much like to celebrate that.” I lick my lips. “Right here.”
My clothes go flying, and I do my best to keep up with him, but Jake has special undressing skills. He’s a strip-me-down-for-sex ninja. When he’s ripping off my panties, I’ve just reached his belt, and that’s as far as I get. He takes me hard and fast on the tile floor, bracing his hands on either side of my head as I hold on tight to his body.
“We have a bed,” he says when we’re done
and lying flat on our backs side-by-side. “Why didn’t we use it?”
“Because this was fun?”
“It was. Is. I’ll have to wear the uniform again for your birthday.”
I laugh, and he joins in. We laugh together and it grows in intensity until my sides hurt, but I don’t care because I’m sharing a laugh with my fiancé and he plays dress-up to make me happy.
“I need to call Nina and Daisy,” I finally manage to say as I get up off the floor. “And my parents.”
He cups the back of my neck and kisses me again before nodding. “Right. I should advise my mother as well.” I laugh and poke him in the side for the formality and he rolls his eyes. “And…I should tell the guys we’re going to celebrate tonight.”
“I don’t know where my phone is.” I turn in a distracted circle, then stop to look at my ring. “Wow.”
He pats my bare bum. “Phone.”
“Right.” I wiggle my finger, making light bounce all over the place. “In a second.”
He finds his own phone a few feet away, in his discarded uniform shirt, and taps on the screen. My phone rings distantly, and he heads for the office.
“I would have eventually fetched it,” I say when he returns.
“Sure. But this way you get to admire the ring, and I get to do something for you, and both of those things will lead to more sex.”
“One-track mind.”
“Not denying that.”
We head to bed to make our phone calls, curled up in an excited pile of naked limbs. I connect with Nina first, and she wants to see the ring right away, do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
I cover the phone and whisper to Jake, “How much time do we have?”
He stops mid text message. “That depends. Are we going to Costco?”
“We can do that another time. A proposal kind of tops a beach umbrella.”
“Then there’s lots of time. The helicopter is standing by for us.”
Seven words I’ll never get used to hearing. I give him a quick kiss before telling Nina she can come over in half an hour.
Then I talk to my parents, and finally Daisy.
Jake talks to his mother, and when I put down my phone, he’s back to texting. He’s slung one arm behind his head, and I trace the curve of his biceps up from the dark shock of hair in his armpit to his elbow and back down again.
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