Page 26 of The Billionaire's Knight

“Gwen,” he growled.

She sucked him inside her mouth and began bobbing in rhythm with the glide of her hand. He braced his palms on the wall, tensing his thighs as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth then reappear shiny and wet. It was enough to make him come all over her.

He let her take him to the edge, right to the point where his balls ached with the need to coat her in his cum. Then he reached down and pulled her to her feet, jerking her bottoms to the floor before lifting her and turning to brace her against the wall. One breast popped out of her top, and he took the nipple between his lips as he angled his cock so it lodged at her opening.

One hard thrust and he was buried deep. He rode hard and fast, urging her closer and closer toward orgasm.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you.” Gwen gave the words back with equal meaning.

“You’ve changed my whole world,” he told her.

“We’ve changed each other’s.”

“Gwen—”

“Shut up and love me,” she ordered, and he was more than happy to comply.

She came with a soft moan, burying her mouth in his throat. He joined her with a low growl, doing his best to stifle the urge to yell his release for the world. When they’d caught their breaths, he helped her to her feet, slipping his cock free and smiling down at her.

“I could get used to seeing you disheveled from our lovemaking.”

She snorted. “I love it when you take me like that. Reminds me of the first night I met you.”

He’d been planning the perfect time, trying to decide on the perfect place, but when she looked at him the way she was, it all fell away.”

“Marry me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a question,” she murmured.

“I love you. You’re everything to me. Marry me.”

“Still not a question,” she told him, but the look in her eyes told him she didn’t care. “We’ve only been living together for a month now.”

His turn to snort. “We’ve been living together since you were released from the hospital. We both know that.”

Gwen nodded, reaching up to cup her hand over his jaw. “I was planning to ask you.”

“What?”

“To marry me. I should have known you’d beat me to it.”

“Say it,” he ordered.

“I love you, Jase Hayes. I want to be more than your knight. I want to be your forever. Marry me.”

He jerked her to him, lifting her until his hard cock could slide back home. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held tight while he rocked inside her.

“You know even when you’re Mrs. Hayes, the press will refer to you as the Billionaire’s Knight,” he told her.

She laughed. “I think you get off on that.”

“Hell, yeah,” he admitted. “It’s not every billionaire who gets their own knight. The fact that mine’s a kinky, little vixen with an insatiable sex drive makes me a lucky man.”

“So, is that a yes?” she asked softly, placing kisses along his collarbone.

“That’s an emphatic hell, yes,” he assured her.

He was the luckiest man in the world.