“Fuck, don’t start that. Do you have any idea what that does to me?” As if to prove my point, my cock starts to harden again.
She lifts her head from my chest to look at me, her blue eyes filled with shock. “What? I thought you didn’t like it!”
“I like it too goddamned much.”
“I see that.” She smirks and runs a finger up the underside of my dick, making me groan. “This happens every time I say Mr. Delgado?” Her voice has taken on a husky, lusty tone, and I think I could come from the combo of her voice and her words.
“Yes.” I move, flipping her onto her back, causing her to squeal and giggle. “You can’t just start saying it all the time now.” I settle over her, pressing kisses to her neck.
“Are you sure?” She pouts, and I nip at her lower lip.
“Alright, you can, but only on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Her eyes twinkle as she looks up at me.
I reach for my shorts a few feet away on the floor and the ring tucked in the pocket. Holding it up, I grin down at her as she gasps. “Alex!”
“You can call me Mr. Delgado all you want to, as long as I can call you Mrs. Delgado.”
And like the sassy ass she is, she lifts an eyebrow at me. “Is that an official proposal?”
“Do you want me to get down on one knee and ask you to marry me? Because I will, Amelia. I’ll get on both knees and beg.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, bringing my cock to slide between her slick pussy lips.
“Put the ring on my finger, Mr. Delgado.”
I do as she says, and as soon as it’s on, she grabs the back of my neck to pull me in for a scorching kiss. She moves to roll us and slides down onto my cock. The sight of her playing with her nipples with my ring on her finger while she rides me until she throws her head back as she comes? My fucking undoing. Absolute bliss.
She collapses onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around her.
When we come back to ourselves, she chuckles. “Even in the boardroom while it’s full of clients?” she asks, referring to the many office meetings where she’s addressed me as Mr. Delgado.
“Why the hell do you think I nod instead of walking around the table to shake hands? Instant raging hard-on like a horny teenager.”
“I’m so excited to get back to work.”
I let out a loud laugh. She calms my soul and keeps me a little wild all at the same time.
Life with Amelia will be anything but boring, and I can’t fucking wait.
Epilogue
Five years later
Amelia
Ihear giggles before I even get halfway down the hall. Grinning at the scene in my old room at my parents’ house, I lean against the doorway and watch our three-year-old daughter paint her daddy’s nails.
“Hmm…” She holds his hand and moves it around like she’s looking for something.
“What’s wrong, princess?” Alex sits still and lets her move his arm every which way.
“I don’t think this blue is the best blue.” She frowns and continues painting.
“It’s a beautiful blue, sweetheart,” Alex assures her. I never get tired of watching him with her. He’s a loving and attentive father who is absolutely wrapped around her little finger.
He’s also a loving and attentive husband who is absolutely wrapped around my little finger, and I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t have it any other way.
