Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Naked and exposed, Victor hoists me off my perch, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I had the first glorious night we shared together. This time, nothing’s getting in the way of his throbbing hood as it creeps its way closer to my pussy. It glides between my folds as he brings his face to mine, and we kiss.
While we lose ourselves in this fiery embrace, Victor starts walking us over to my desk. He sets my ass down on the tallest point, which just so happens to be the perfect height for his manhood to have easy access to its new favorite place.
“This is so fucking hot,” I murmur, only now realizing that we’re still in my office. The scandalous notion of having sex in the workplace has always been a delightful thought, but I never believed I’d actually go through with it.
With Victor, I don’t have the patience to wait. This all but confirms it. When I want him, I have to have him, no matter the consequences.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Victor says, pressing his lips to my neck before they make their descent to my breasts.
I slide my hands down the hollow space between our bodies and grab the base of his cock. It’s poking and prodding around my wetness, trying to find its way inside, and I’m going to help it.
While Victor slips my nipple into his mouth, I do the same with his magnificent member. Fulfilling my filthy desires, the tip breaches my entrance, and I jerk at the intense fullness he brings me.
But with it, I find my heart giving me a new instruction. I wait for the perfect time to speak, allowing Victor to plant his flag deep inside me. Once he’s buried to the hilt, and my mind erupts from the euphoria and ecstasy of feeling him inside of me, I finally say, “I fucking love you.”
“I know. Have since the very first day.” His chuffed, confident grin is so freaking hot. But he doesn’t give me a moment to bask in both admitting my love or the boyish look on his face before he slams a hard thrust into me.
It’s followed by another, then a third until the slow, steady motion of his hips is fully replaced by intense pounding that makes me squeal and moan.
As the stirring of climax mounts its undeniable position in my core, I repeat the words. I love you. Whispering them, screaming them, just saying them over and over as the sweet warmth of release courses through every inch of my body.
Somewhere between it, Victor howls his own intentions to come. But between my heart thumping in my ears and my own exalted expressions of love, I don’t hear him until we both collapse over my desk, lying awkwardly off the back with Victor’s weight pressing down on my soon-to-be swollen belly.
We laugh together as his hand finds my cheek. He uses it to guide my eyes to meet his.
“Marry me,” he says, gliding his thumb over my cheek. “Be mine, forever.”
I can’t even get a word out before my high-pitched squeal of excitement shatters Victor’s ears. I’m not even shocked that he’s asking me to marry him here, hunched and uncomfortable over my desk. Could there even be a more poetic beginning to the rest of our lives?
After all, is there any better place to pop the question than where it all started?
“Yes. Fuck yes. A thousand times, yes,” I manage to get out as the hot sting of tears threatens my eyelids.
EPILOGUE
VICTOR
Eight Months Later
“Who’d have thought my big brother would get hitched?” Vance asks as he cracks open a can of beer. He does two more, offering one to me and the other to our youngest brother, Vaughn.
“I did,” Mother says, raising her empty glass to Vance, waving it through the air until the remnants of ice inside clink against the sides. Vance takes it and begins preparing another gin and tonic. “‘Mother knows best’ is a saying for a reason, isn’t it?”
“And here I thought it was a coincidence that I happened upon Olivia’s path that day.” I raise a brow as the pieces finally start falling into place.
This entire thing was by Mother’s design. I probably should’ve seen it sooner, considering how that morning started and where it ended. But blinded by the bombshell slowly making her way out of the living room, with her belly stretching the front of her baggy dress, I missed all the signs.
“Then I suppose I should thank you, shouldn’t I?” I turn to Mother while getting up from my chair.
“No need, my boy. I’m just happy to see you smiling,” she says.
I make my way over to my fiancé and wrap my arm around the small of her back. She giggles as I dip her low and kiss her as if no one’s watching.