Her muffled screams vibrated against my palm, and her walls clamped down like a fist. I felt her orgasm as her body trembled, her pussy gushing around me, soaking my cock and the desk beneath us. Fuck. That was it. I buried myself to the hilt and pumped rope after rope deep inside her, growling her name against her shoulder as I filled her up.
My body hummed with pleasure as I kissed her shoulder, still draped over her back as we both tried to quell the trembling of our bodies.
Slowly, I straightened up and pulled out. I watched my cum slip down her thighs in thick, obscene rivulets. I swallowed at the sight of it, wondering if it was too soon to fuck my cum back into her or throw away her birth control pills or breed her and?—
Get a hold of yourself, Derek.
I shook out the dark thoughts and grabbed tissues from the box I had knocked over earlier. I cleaned her gently, pressing kisses to the small of her back and the dimples above her ass.
I wished I could keep her naked forever. She had slowly started accepting how beautiful she was, her body was, and I was glad she was returning to her old self.
After cleaning her up, I sat back in my leather chair with her on my lap again. She melted against my chest with her head on my shoulder, her breathing still ragged. I held her close, my hand stroking her spine as I thought about what Mom had said.
That I should talk to her, just use my words and tell her.
I swallowed and said, “Open the top drawer.”
“What is it?” She asked, looking up at me, her eyes soft and lips swollen with kisses.
I brushed my lips on her forehead and whispered, “It’s a surprise.”
Paige pursed her lips and pulled the drawer. I held my breath because inside sat a small navy velvet box.
“Derek… what is this?”
“Open it.”
Her fingers trembled as she lifted the lid. Nestled on the black satin was a ring. It was a platinum band, a three-carat oval diamond flanked by smaller stones that caught every shard of afternoon light. It wasn’t like the other ring I had bought for her, and put it on for the gala.
This one screamed more.
My arms tightened around her waist.
“L-let’s make it official,” I said, my voice rough with the words I was dying to say but swallowed.
She stared at the ring, then at me. Her eyes were wide and glistening as she asked, “What do you mean?”
I took the box, plucked the ring free, and held it between us.
“I-I mean, let’s make it more than just boyfriend-girlfriend. I want us to be… m-more than what we are right now,” I said, brushing my thumb over her cheek. “How about you become m-my fiancée and I your fiancé?”
She blinked at me and after a moment, she let out a breathless little gasp, making me smile.
“For real?” She asked, her voice barely audible.
My throat tightened.
But I forced myself to speak. I opened my mouth to answer…
26
FAKE FIANCÉ
PAIGE
I waited, my heart thudding in my chest.
I was excited and scared.
