“Happy Father’s Day,” he says, cheeks turning red as everyone watches.
“What’s this?” I ask, looking from Jake to Chloe and back.
“It’s just… Nothing. I thought…”
I pluck the tissue from the bag and pull out a blue compression shirt, a red Superman symbol on the chest. “Thanks, Jake.” I unfold the shirt, and a keychain in the shape of a green ’52 Chevy pickup clatters to the table. “And you got something for Maggie, too. Thank you.”
I pull him in for a hug, giving him an extra squeeze and then a pat on the shoulder. Jake nods, red creeping higher on his cheeks as he shuffles off into the house.
My throat tightens with emotion, and Chloe reaches over, threading her fingers through mine.
We get home late enoughthat Jake climbs straight up the stairs and into the shower.
“Thank you for today,” I say, wrapping my arms around Chloe from behind. With my nose, I push her loose strands of hair to the side and place a kiss to the nape of her neck. Goose bumps pop up, dotting the skin across her shoulders. “The shirt and keychain were perfect.”
Chloe turns in my arms, twisting her fingers in the hair at the back of my head. She scrapes her nails down my neck, causing my skin to tighten, the same as hers. “That was all Jake. He thought them up and picked them out. I just played secretary and did the ordering.”
“Well, shit.”
“Exactly. Puts you in a pretty elite club. I think that’s the only Father’s Day gift he’s even had any input on.”
Chloe slides her hands around to my neck, scraping her nails through my beard. I should probably make a point to trim it soon. It’s getting a bit unruly.
My dick stirs as she dances her fingers across my shoulders and down my pecs, circling my nipples.
“You got a little something for me, too?” I palm her ass and press her tight into my hips, blood flooding south.
As much as I love spending time with her family, I would give my right nut to sneak Chloe out to the beach house one of the guys at work has and bury myself in her for a solid week, no interruptions.
“I do. A couple of things actually,” Chloe says, pinching my left nipple.
My dick is well beyond stirring and fucking begs for her after that. She runs a hand over the front of my shorts, giving me a playful squeeze before sauntering away from me.
I follow her up the stairs, admiring the sultry sway of her hips. In the bedroom, she rummages around in the closet for a hot minute before returning to me. Her tits sway alluringly, free from the bra she obviously took a few magical seconds to shed while she was in there, a square box resting in her palms.
“What’s this?” I ask, taking the footlong square box from her, though honestly, I’d rather finish unwrapping her than get to whatever’s in this box.
“Remember that surprise I borrowed Maggie for on Mother’s Day weekend?” She taps the top of the box a couple of times with her finger and bites her lip.
“I do. Guess with Jake spilling about our adventures that day, I forgot all about it.” I resist the temptation to shred the box, instead slipping my fingers into the cardboard to pry it open.
My breath leaves in a rush.
“Sweet baby Jesus, woman, what have you done?” I lift an image of Chloe set in a simple black frame from the box. Full pinup. Glossy black waves. Ruby-red lips. Tight skirt, white blouse flashing a hint of red lace, fuck-me shoes to match, and goddamn seams up the backs of her hose.
I can barely form words.
“There’s more,” she says, her voice husky with desire.
I dig through the box, pulling two more frames out—same outfit, different poses. All fucking knockouts.
“The album has a few more.”
I don’t even look. Because I have the real thing, in the flesh, here to touch, taste, and love any damn time I want, just as long as she says yes.
I fully planned to do the whole thing—dress up, dinner, drop to my knee after a million pretty words, and ask her to be mywife. But I don’t want to wait. I reach in my pocket, slip the ring from the black velvet box, and slide it onto her finger.
“As beautiful as I’m sure every one of those pictures is, I won’t be able to appreciate the artistry behind them right now. I love you, Chloe. I don’t want to think of what my life would be like without you. Marry me. Make me the happiest man on earth.”
