She also capitulated on moving in with me, something she did immediately, much to my delight. The bathroom was overtaken with makeup but at least I now knew why and I hadn’t stuck my foot in my mouth against about it.
Although I was wearing her down because every time she came out of the bathroom, with another look, another Charlie, I just told her I loved her even more. There was no one look I liked on her more than another and I think she was beginning to hear me. The words were slowly going in—I loved her, all of her, no matter what she looked like. If she wanted to cover our house with makeup, I didn’t give a shit, but I wanted her to do it for herself, not to try and make me want her more.
Today she was wearing a racer-back black tank top. Her bright green bra straps were showing and I knew she was wearing a matching thong beneath her skinny jeans. When she was getting dressed this morning, she teased me by casually mentioning how spankable she thought her ass looked in the thong, before zipping up her jeans and skipping downstairs. We were already late for work, or else I would have confirmed her statement for her. Instead though, I had to watch her work all day, catching a moment or two with her during our breaks, but never enough to satisfy me, just to fuel the fire.
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Charlie
Despite everything we’d been through over the past few months, seeing Ford look at me as if he was about to throw me over his shoulder and ravage me in his office, something he’d done a few times already since we got together, I still blushed under his gaze.
His eyes lowered to my hips and I knew he was thinking about the thong I was wearing. Glancing around, I quickly surveyed how busy the shop was. The other barista working would easily be able to handle it. Sometimes my old rules kicked into gear and they came into use. Right now I was going to give my man what he wanted, because it’s what I wanted too. And there was no way that was wrong.
I casually walked up to him, pretending to check on the take-away cups and lids on the way.
“It’s pretty quiet.”
“Not surprising, the after-lunch crowd’s always a bit thin.” His voice was gravely and I knew he was pissed off about the customer who’d been flirting with me.
“Perfect time to do a stock count, don’t you think?” Squeezing past him, I made sure to rub my ass against his crotch, before sidling towards his office.
“Charlie,” I heard him growl under his breath and before I knew it, I was pinned to the office door, listening to him turn the lock. His mouth was on mine, hard and almost painful, claiming me, reminding me who I belonged to, as if I would ever forget. He pulled away abruptly, unbuttoning my jeans. Gripping them tightly, he yanked them down, taking the thong with them. “I don’t like those guys looking at you like that.”
“I know you don’t.” His face pressed against my stomach and I rubbed my legs together. With my jeans only around my knees, my thighs were trapped together but I knew Ford had done it on purpose. His need for control during sex had grown as our relationship grew. And I loved giving it to him. If he wanted my legs trapped together for whatever he had planned, that was fine by me. It always ended well for both of us.
I grabbed his hair, already anticipating the wild ride he was about to take me on when I felt his head tilt up. Looking down at him, I momentarily smiled. His glasses were already skewed but the look on his face made me pause.
“What’s wrong?”
“I can’t wait anymore, Charlie. Marry me. Today. I can’t wait. We’ll still do the big party but the wait is driving me crazy. Call me a caveman, a sexist bastard, I don’t give a shit but just marry me. Take my name, take my ring. I need to make you mine in every way.”
Despite the jeans bunched around my knees and the fact he was about to give me head during the middle of a work shift, the moment couldn’t have felt more romantic. Of course, Ford’s proposal had been romantic but it was all planned out. This felt more real, more authentic, more us. A mix of out-of-control sex, unbridled passion, and mistimed expressions of love. Maybe I could finally dare to dream. The man of my dreams was down on his knees, begging me to become his wife. I’d be crazy to say no. So I said yes.
The End
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