“I’m sure we’ll be able to sneak around a bit.”
“I don’t want to be sneaking around.”
Her disappointment shows even before she responds, “Oh. Okay.”
I reach for her hand to caress it, looking into her eyes. “Cici, you and I have been seeing each other for months now. Only our closest friends and family know about us, and you consistently remind me of our expiration date. But I’d like to ask you to imagine a different possibility. One where you don’t leave. One where we have forever.” Her eyes go wide. “I’d like you to consider a future here… with me. Because I honestly can’t imagine a life without you in it. I love you, Cici. I’ve loved you for what feels like forever, and I want nothing more than to have you beside me fifty years from now so I can answer your question—because I want to believe in only one true love.”
While her eyes glisten, I kneel on the floor and take her hand, pulling the ring from my pocket. She covers her mouth and shakes her head, but I power through, not caring that her answer probably won’t be what I want. And even though she may be ready to say no right this second, I’m not going down without a fight. I have a plan.
“Cici, those aren’t just fancy words. I’m serious about you… about us. Not only am I asking you to stay… to make my life complete and keep me grounded. I’m asking you, Cecelia Soloman, to marry me. I want you to spend not only tonight but every night for the rest of your life with me.” She starts to open her mouth, but I quickly keep going. “I’m also insisting you not give me your answer yet. Take time to think about it. Talk it over, make your lists, dig deep into your heart until New Year’s Eve. I’ll wait until then, and I’ll accept whatever it is, but only if you promise you’ll seriously consider it. If you do that forme, in return, I promise to either love you for the rest of our lives or let you go once and for all. Will you at leastconsidersaying yes to marrying me?”
She nods as the tears flow.
I wipe under her eyes and then rise to meet her lips, kissing her softly, pouring as much love as I can into it. Putting my heart on the line tonight was scary, and I’ve done some insane shit, so that’s saying a lot. It made it easier not to receive an answer. That may have been a cop-out to prolong what I fear is the eventual outcome, or it could end up paying off, and she’ll come to her senses. The only thing I know for sure is that I can’t force this stubborn woman to marry me, but I can do my damnedest to sway her.
Reluctantly, I pull back and hand her the ring, which she tries to deny.
“Take it, Cici. I want you to hold on to it. It’s yours until the answer is no.”
She takes it in defeat. “Eli, why are you making me wait to give you an answer? Things’ll be awkward until then.”
I return to my seat before responding, “Only if you let it. I plan on behaving exactly as we have been, starting now.” I pull her into my lap, facing outward.
She squeals, “What are you doing?”
I don’t want her overthinking and interfering with our possible last night together, so the next part of the evening starts now.
“Put the ring next to your purse, sweetheart.” She does as I say before I pull her back against me and swivel my chair to face the closest window. I spread my legs, opening hers that are draped over mine, and I tilt her head to the side, swiping the hair from her neck. My lips work their magic there while my hands cup and massage her breasts.
“We can’t do this here. They might come in.”
“Our backs are to them. They’ll only be able to hear your pleasure,not witness it. Too bad for them.” She has no idea they won’t return until I call for them. I think I’ll keep it that way.
She moans, and goose bumps break out on her skin.
“You like the sound of that, baby? You better be loud and give them something to get off to later,” I whisper in her ear, and she shivers.
She’s writhing on my lap, grinding her ass into my shaft, while I continue devouring her neck and palming her breasts.
“Eli.”
“Yeah, baby? You ready to put on a show?” My hand snakes down the front and rubs between her legs.
She moans loudly.
“Such a dirty girl. Let them hear how badly you need it.”
Her body stretches, begging for more. I reach inside her panties to find her wet slit swollen in desire. I rim her opening a few times before sliding in. My other hand grips her neck.
“Oh God, Eli, please. Yes, more.”
“Louder, baby. They want to hear you beg as much as I do. How bad do you want it? Should we show them?” Her core tightens at those last words, confirming my decision to give her an imaginary audience. My girl likes a little kink, but I’ve never thought of this before.Damn.
“I need it, Eli. Please give it to me.”
“Good girl. You beg so well.”
I nip at her neck and then suck while my fingers curl up inside her, flicking her G-spot until she comes undone seconds later, contracting as she climaxes. Her moans become louder as she shudders through her release and goes limp in my arms with a contented sigh.
