by Max Monroe
“They give people time to get used to the idea—”
“People? What people?”
“Me, people!” she shouted, but it was more of an amused declaration than anything else. “I need time to get my bearings. Time to settle. Time to—”
“No, you don’t,” I denied, shoving to my feet and stealing her breath as I pulled her into my arms. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was willing. I took full advantage.
With long, sweeping drags, I sealed her mouth to mine and owned it. Every inch, every breath, every fucking corner of her tongue, I made it mine.
I pulled away, just enough to see her face in its entirety. My voice was rough. “You don’t need all that shit, and I don’t either. You need me and I need you, and the rest of it can go fuck itself.”
She laughed. Just a tiny burst that lit up her face and sank her dimples into her cheeks.
And then she nodded.
My whole life—the whole fucking thing—had been lived for this moment.
“Yes?”
“Yes, Quinn. Yes to you. Yes to us. Yes to taking your name. Yes to all of it.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I pushed the ring onto her finger, and then, around her back and down to her ass, I slid my hands until all I could feel was her. The front of her against me, the perfect flesh in my hands, the beat of her heart.
It still wasn’t enough. I lifted, forcing her legs around my hips and drove a hand into her hair.
Her squeal was so sharp, I could feel it ringing in my eardrum. I took off for our bedroom at a jog.
“What are you doing?” she cried through laughter, her arms tightening around my neck more and more with every bounding step I took. She didn’t need me to answer, though. My intent was clear as crystal, thanks to my hard, thick cock.
Thank God my bed was soft and forgiving, because I dropped her without finesse and tore at her clothes. The jeans, the sweatshirt, every fucking thing underneath—it all had to go.
“I hope you’re ready,” I taunted as I found purchase on her jeans and panties and pulled them off in a rush. She helped with her sweatshirt and then came back at me, pulling my clothes off with no less intensity.
“I’m ready,” she challenged easily, shoving me down and climbing up to straddle my hips. “With you, I’m ready for anything.”
With one swift stroke, my dick found its home inside of her.
And with three more simple words, I did the same. “Me too, Cat.”
With Catharine Wild as my wife, I’ll be ready for everything.
THE END.
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Monroe: Wait a minute…last but not least? What about me? Shouldn’t you be thanking me?
Max: You know I could say the same fucking thing to you right now…
Monroe: Hahahaha, true. Okay, everyone, I’d like to add a huge THANK YOU to Max. Without her, my life would be a blank empty canvas. Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be that depressing, but it’d be horrible, okay? Max is the wind beneath my writing wings.
Max: Ditto, dude. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Writing together is my most favorite adventure so far.
Monroe: Awww, did we just have a moment? Right here inside the acknowledgments?
Max: Yep. We totally did.
Monroe: Should we go ahead and end the acknowledgments now and get to work on Sean’s book?
Max: Hmm… I was thinking maybe I’d work a little on that hot cop book we were just talking about first…
Monroe: Oh, hell yes. I’m in. #HotPD
Max: Let’s do it! Bye, everyone! And again, THANK YOU!
Monroe: Yes, THANK YOU! YOU’RE THE FREAKING BEST!
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