Her laugh was quiet, a little nervous, and she leaned into me, nose brushing mine. “I didn’t fix you. You did the work. I just helped make the mirror reflect what you didn’t see yet.”
I shook my head, pulling her close against my chest. “I wouldn’t have seen it without you. Not in time. You changed everything.” My thumb traced the back of her hand, each motion slow, deliberate. “And I swear to you… I’m going to spend the rest of my life being the man you deserve.”
Her breath hitched, and she searched my eyes, that mix of steel and vulnerability in me that she knew so well. “Hunter…”
I couldn’t help it. I laughed softly, shaking my head in disbelief at how easy it was to lay my heart bare with her. “I’m going to marry you one day. And until then, I promise to be exactly what you need me to be. Every day.”
She blinked, a flush creeping over her cheeks, lips slightly parted. “Wait… is that… a proposal?”
I leaned down, brushing my lips against her temple, inhaling the faint scent of sunscreen and the summer air, keeping my words soft and slow. “It’s one… on ice. For now. But it’s a promise. If you’ll have me.”
Her smile broke into a laugh, teasing but warm, and she pressed her hand against my chest. “Well then, it’s a yes. Also on ice.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before we were moving. My hands slid to her waist, pulling her against me, the world narrowing to the heat of her body, the rapid cadence of our heartbeats echoing against each other. She let out a soft laugh that turned into a gasp as I tilted her chin up and kissed her—slow, lingering, deliberate, tasting the sweetness of the moment, savoring the now, the here.
Her fingers threaded through my hair, tugging me closer, and I responded in kind, tracing the curve of her spine with my hands, memorizing every line, every tremble. The air between us seemed to thrum, alive with everything we had held back over the past year—the stolen glances, the late nights, the quiet moments of support and vulnerability. Now it was all out in the open, and it burned like fire in the best way possible.
We moved together through the living room, a tangle of limbs andwhispered laughter, and I finally pressed her against the bedroom door, capturing her in the narrow space, hearts hammering, breaths mingling. Her cheek pressed to mine, she whispered my name in that way that always made me dizzy, made me forget everything else.
I kissed her again, slower this time, with more intensity, as if I could make her understand with each brush of lips, each press of hands, how much she meant to me, how much she had changed the trajectory of my life. Her hands roamed my back, tugging at the shirt I was wearing, and I followed the contours of her body, feeling her respond to every touch, every caress, every whispered breath and sigh.
When we finally tumbled onto the bed, it was a controlled chaos of heat and laughter, the kind that only comes when two people know each other entirely, inside and out. We moved together with a rhythm that wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, intimate, a culmination of trust, longing, and love that had been building for a year.
Her eyes held mine when we paused, sweaty and breathless, and I kissed her again, softly this time, tracing the line of her jaw, memorizing her face as if to store it inside me forever. “You’ve got me,” I whispered.
“And you’ve got me,” she said, voice trembling but steady, curling into me as if nothing else in the world existed.
We collapsed together, limbs entwined, hearts slowing, breath mingling, the heat of our bodies replaced with the comfortable warmth of being together. I held her close and she let out a long, contented sigh.
“I think I’ll start here,” I stroked her bare legs with my fingertips.
Her eyes fluttered lightly as my touch kept her in the moment. Clothes gone, day done, ready to devour each other in the way we’d been wanting to for hours.
“They will be punished,” I continued, nipping at her calf. “For taunting me in those heels all these times.” And then I moved up to her inner thigh. “For torturing me with their look-but-can’t-touch attitude.” I bared my teeth and the nipping became biting.
It was hard enough to cause pain but not hard enough to stop the pleasure from circling in a warm pool between her legs. She moaned out loud and the sound made my already hard cock throb with desire.
“And this,” The sudden feel of my warm breath on her clit made Holly gasp. “-will get the biggest punishment of them all.”
“Oh, God, Hunter,” her voice was throaty, wrought with desire.
“Shhh,” I quieted her. “No talking.”
“What?”
“If you say anything, I stop what I’m doing.” I flicked my tongue ever so lightly and felt her writhe in response.
“That doesn’t make any-“ the end of her sentence caught in her throat as her words made me lift my head. “What are you-?”
“My game; my rules.” I eyed her mischievously.
She started to protest but changed her mind when I straightened. She pursed her lips tightly then, to keep from speaking and watched me. Waited. I smiled slowly and nestled between her legs again, feeling myself get considerably harder as I breathed in her sweet smell.
“I think I’ll leave this one for last,” I teased and moved on. I needed to retain control and being that close to her pussy presented a challenge that I wasn’t quite ready for.
“Now these hips,” I circled them with my finger, which elicited a quiver from her. “They must be punished,” I placed a kiss on her pelvis. “For mocking me in their perfectly tailored pencil skirts.”
I took a piece of her soft skin between my teeth and she ran her fingers through my hair, careful not to make a sound as she lifted her hips to me.
