by Lynn, Stacey
She licked her lips. “I don’t know. I’m not. Excited maybe? It’s been so long since we’ve been here.”
“And it’ll be the last time you come unless you offer,” I promised her. After tonight, we’d never need it again and I wouldn’t have brought her here for this except she’d always said she wondered about how it would feel to be watched.
Like fuck I was letting anyone put their eyes on my woman’s naked body though.
“It’ll be a night to remember,” I assured her, cupping her cheek and kissing her. “I promise and you know I won’t do anything you don’t like.”
“Oh, I’m sure I’ll love everything you do to me.”
If I couldn’t feel dozens of eyes on us, she’d get a spanking for that. Mostly because she’d like it.
I left my hand on her cheek and stepped back. Running my fingertip over her closed lids, I put space between us, my arm outstretched.
“Slowly count to three and then you can open your eyes.”
“One.” I took my finger off her eyelid.
“Two.” I grabbed the box from my pocket.
“Three.” I dropped to one knee in front of her, adjusting my already hard dick.
She opened her eyes slowly, lips lifted into a smile until she registered everything going on in front of her. Around her. At her feet.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. Her mouth gaped and her eyes popped wide. “What is this?”
Flowers were everywhere. So thick the floor could hardly be seen. On the bed, the gray coverings normally there could only be seen at the edges of the bed. The rest of it was littered with red and white rose petals.
Her head fell and her hands went to her mouth, eyes lifting to the crowd behind me and back to me. “The windows are open.”
“They are.”
Confusion mixed with something else swirled in her blue eyes and I gave her a moment. It’d been so long since we’d been in this room and I remembered every beautiful fucking second from the first time I saw her and my heart stalled, seeing her on the bed waiting for me to the moment now, as she returns her gaze to mine.
“What are you doing?”
A laugh bubbled from my chest and I shook my head. Popping open the box, she gasped again as the light hit the diamond ring inside. “Our lives started here. The best part of mine did, anyway, and it was here we decided to be a couple. I figured it was fitting that it should be here you agree to forever with me and say yes to being my wife.”
“Oh my God,” she gushed. Tears welled in her eyes and her chin shook.
My heart raced and I swear the box wobbled in my shaking hands. “What do you say, Elizabeth Hayes? Will you do me the honor, make me the luckiest man in the world and marry me?”
“Yes,” she cried. She reached for me, not the box, and soon she was at her knees, her hands at my shoulders and her mouth was fused to mine. She pulled back, wet streaks ran down her cheeks and I felt her tears on my own. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Of course I will.”
Best fucking words I’d ever heard. I took the ring out of the box, grabbed her hand, and slid the ring onto her finger. She was so petite, it was a smidge loose, but we’d get it properly fitted soon.
“Good,” I said, and leaned in, cupping the back of her neck and slammed my mouth to hers.
I devoured her mouth, ravished her as I stood to my feet and took her with me. She was in my arms, exactly where she belonged forever. I carried her to the wall and hit the button.
At the whir of the blinds closing, she pulled back, looked out the window over my shoulder. “They’re cheering!” she said and grinned up at me. “You’re not going to let them watch?”
“Fuck no. The best parts are for my eyes only.” I dropped her to the bed and climbed over her, pressed my knee in between her legs to spread her wide before shoving her dress up past her hips.
And fucking hell. She was naked beneath her dress and dripping.
“So wet for me,” I murmured, sliding my finger through her slit.
“Always.” Her fingers curled into my biceps. Even through my suit coat, I felt the bite of her nails digging into me. “I love you, Gage Bryant.”
“And I love you, soon-to-be-Elizabeth Bryant.” Then I lowered my mouth to her core and for the next two hours, I devoured my fiancée. I fucked her until she screamed and then I did it again.
When we returned to my place, I declared she was moving in immediately. She was too sated to argue, but she was awake enough to come again, riding my cock, her hands bound behind her, fisted in mine, screaming my name and telling me she loved me over and over. Only a few hours before the sun rose, I emptied inside of her, giving her the same back she gave to me.
Everything.
Forever.
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When Stacey Lynn isn’t conquering mountains of laundry and fighting a war against dust bunnies and cracker crumbs, you can find her playing with her children, curled up on the couch with a good book, or behind closed doors, imagining the next adventures she’ll soon write.
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Other Books by Stacey Lynn
Love In The Heartland
Captivated By You
This Time Around
Long Road Home
Before We Fell – April 2019
Crazy Love Series
Fake Wife
Knocked Up
Perfect Match Series - 2019
28 Dates
Weekend Fling
The Rough Riders Series
Dirty Player
Filthy Player
Wicked Player
The Luminous Series
Dominate Me
Crave Me
Long For Me
The Fireside Series
His to Love
His to Protect
His to Cherish
His to Seduce
Tangled Love
Series
Entice
Embrace
Enflame
Just One Series
Just One Song
Just One Week
Just One Regret
Just One Moment
The Nordic Lords Series
Point of Return
Point of Redemption
Point of Freedom
Point of Surrender
Standalones
Remembering Us
Don’t Lie To Me
Try Me – A Don’t Lie To Me Novella
