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“I need—”

“My cock.”I rasp, and she nods.

Our tongues reach for one another and entwine eagerly, trying to make up for the need the rest of our bodies are craving.

I feel the vehicle slowing and curse.

Releasing her mouth, I run my thumb over her cheekbone as I circle her nub under her panties.

“Nice?”

“Sebastian,” she begs.

“Do you want to come?”I speed up, my hand sliding over her nipple, squeezing it.

“Yes, god, oh god.”She arches.“Please.”

Sliding through her folds, I wet my fingers inside her, then return to her clit.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy soon.Right now, you need to come, Emily.”I lick her mouth.“Come like a good little PA.”

“Fuck.”She shatters around my hand, her mouth clamping down on mine.

“Good girl.”I growl, removing my hand and lifting my fingers to my mouth.Emily watches as I slide them inside and groan at her sweet and salty juices.

She melts beside me.

I lift her face.“Tonight, I need you to be my fiancée.Can you do that for me, baby?Then after, I will make sure your pussy is happy.”

She nods, looking completely spaced out.

“Just go along with everything I say and look like you’re madly in love with me.”

As she blinks, the car door opens, and Tony stands to the side.

“Wait.What?”Emily looks like she’s just woken up.

Unfortunately, we don’t have time for this.

I reach into my top pocket and slide an enormous blue diamond onto her ring finger, then climb out of the limousine and reach for her hand.

Emily stares at the ring, frozen on the spot.

I let out a sigh, reach in, and scoop her up.“Let’s go.”

“Is this thing real?”she squeaks.

“Yes.”I straighten my tuxedo jacket when she’s on her feet beside me, then take her hand.“Hence the security with us tonight.”

Tony climbs back behind the wheel while Josh from Black Hawke Security follows us into the building.

“Sebastian.”I glance down.Through gritted teeth, she says, “I’m going to kill you.”

Wow.

The ring has been on her finger for thirty seconds, and my life is already being threatened.As if life is reminding me that marriage is not for me.

“No,” I reply, focusing ahead as we walk into the building.“You won’t.”