“My father talked to me today. He… he took responsibility for sending me away. It was a good conversation.”
“Then why are you sad, sweetheart?”
“Because this means we’re done,” she said, her voice wavering.
“Done.” He meant it as a question, but ended up repeating, in shock. “You said we had six months.”
“Papa said you got your partnership. Congratulations.”
He shook his head. What the hell? Then, a glance at her gave him the answer he needed. She loved him. She was leaving him before he had the chance to leave her. She blinked back, and he imagined she wanted to stop tears from forming. She wanted to be strong and confident in front of him.
“Clarissa… are you done with me?” he lifted her chin so she could look deep into his eyes.
“I know you had a hard time trusting me when we got married. I don’t want you to think I’m using what got us together as an excuse to maintain the marital status.”
“I trust you. You walked in and let me off the hook. You could have waited, and not told me this,” he said, and pulled her to him. “How we got here no longer matters. I love you, Clarissa. If you love me back, stay. If you don’t… I totally understand.”
She watched him intently, and oxygen vanished from his lungs. Anticipation throbbed his temples, quickened his pulse. “Really? Oh, Beck…” she said, and stretched to her full height and grabbed him, capturing his lips with hers.
Determined to show her how much he loved her, how much he needed her, he lifted her from the floor, and placed her on his desk, not caring about all the objects falling to the floor. He’d just made partner. He could afford it.
Clarissa clasped the edges of desk.
Beck had placed her along the heavy oak piece of furniture, and slid her G-string off. He loves me. She had given him carte blanche to leave, to end their deal, but it seemed he wanted a deal of his own. Hopefully, one that included forever.
“Yes…” she moaned when he lowered himself between her legs. Without delay, he buried his tongue in her pussy. She quivered, and he teased her clit with his tongue the way only he knew how. The way that drove her insane. “I love when you lick me, babe. When you take all of me in your mouth. It shows me how hungry you are for me.”
In response, he sped up the rhythm of his flicking her clit. She undulating her hips, unable to take the pressure already so quickly building in her core. But he kept her still, his free hand under her hip, giving him a better angle to explore her most intimate spot.
Heat coiled low in her stomach, the fire spreading to her heart. A turbulence of passion swirled through her, and a moan of ecstasy slipped through her lips.
She still throbbed, when he took off his pants and scooted her to the edge of the desk. The look in his face spoke of possessiveness, boldness, and she loved it. He nudged her thighs apart, and thrust his cock inside.
She gasped, adjusting to his fabulous dick. “I love you, Beck.”
He stopped for a moment, and stared at her, fascinated. “Do you mean it?”
She clenched her inner muscles, and he groaned. She bit back a triumphant smile. “Of course I do.”
He frowned. “There are other guys out there you haven’t dated.”
She wrapped her legs around him. “Yes. You’re right. But there’s only one of you.”
A gorgeous smile formed in his lips, and suddenly the entire office was brighter. He lifted her left leg and kissed her ankle. The shift deepened their position, and she felt his cock throbbing inside her. “I love you,” she repeated.
He plunged into her again, deeper. Stronger. She moaned, keeping her eyes on him as he rammed into her. Claimed her. Made her his.
“I’m never letting you go,” he said.
“That’s a deal I can live with,” she said. And she just knew it to be true.
About the Author
Carmen Falcone loves to spend her time writing about hot Alpha males and the quirky, smart and sassy heroines who turn their world upside down.
Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband--living proof that opposites attract. She found in writing the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.
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