I went to my suitcase and dug into the bottom of the one compartment where I’d hidden the box. As soon as I turned, her eyes went to my hands and widened.
“Max…” She cupped her hands over her mouth and started to shake her head. “What…you didn’t…don’t have to do this. We’re already married.”
I reached for her left wrist and pulled it to me with a grin. “One day, you’re going to accept that nothing I’ve done—nothing I do for you is—because I have to, Daze. It’s because I love you.” My voice cracked as I spoke the words. “And when the whole world looks at you tonight, I want them all to know it.”
I opened the black velvet ring box, selfishly enjoying her bulging eyes and audible gasp.
I was a lot of things, but I was still a man, and you’d better be damn sure the ring I designed for her was a helluva lot bigger than the one Todd had proposed with.
“Max…” Her head swayed, her eyes darting from me back to the five-carat Miller-cut diamond, housed in a delicate yellow-gold setting. A slim gold wedding band rested beneath it. Simple, elegant, and priceless.Just like my wife.
I lowered onto one knee, the movement surprisingly painful because of how damn hard I was. “Daisy Hamilton…”
“We’re already married,” she whispered, still in disbelief, like that was justification for menotgiving her a ring.
I smiled and pressed a quick kiss to her knuckles. “Which is why I’m not asking you to marry me, my little wife. I’m asking if you will promise me your forever?”
The sweetest whimper left her lips as she nodded almost uncontrollably. “Yes.”
I pulled the rings from the cushion, sliding the band and then the diamond onto her ring finger.
“Good,” I grunted and stood, reaching for the waist of my pants. “Now, come sit on my cock and say it again.”
She let out a breathless laugh as I pulled her with me to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I caught her between my legs. “You can’t mess my dress.”
“Don’t plan on it,” I murmured and pressed my face between her breasts, kissing along the edge of the dress until I could taste her goose bumps.
“Max…” She held my shoulders, swaying closer.
That sound in her voice, the ache that infused it, flipped my switch.Every damn time.
“Lift your dress, Daze. Show me that pretty pussy.”
I leaned back on my hands, trying to alleviate the pressure on my dick as she obeyed, hiking the gold fabric up to her waist.
“Lose the underwear,” I grunted. “You won’t need them tonight.”
“Max—”
“Lose them, or I’ll ruin them.”
Her thong fell to her ankles.
“Good girl.” I spread my legs wider, the pressure on my cock excruciating. “Now show me that wet pussy.”
Her shoulders drew back, the color in her cheeks deepening like she knew she was a goddess.Like she knew she was my goddess, and I would worship her every damn day.
Holding her dress high, she shivered when the air hit her bare cunt.
Pink. Swollen. And soaked.
“Perfect,” I breathed out and gripped my cock through my pants, stroking myself hard. “Come give me a taste.”
Inching forward, she gathered her dress into one hand and reached between her legs.
“Wait.” She stilled. “Use your ring.”
Her eyes flashed, but my woman—my wife—didn’t even hesitate before swiping her massive, half-million-dollar pristine diamond ring through her slick cunt. Extending her hand to me, it wasn’t the stone that glistened, but the way she wanted me.
