Page 132 of In Spades

I straddled her ass and dug my thumbs into her lower back, massaging deep circles in her muscles. Kristin let out a low moan into the pillow as I worked at her knots. I took a little pleasure for myself by rocking my erection between her cotton-covered ass cheeks.

She buried her head in the pillow, whimpering as her arousal built. I didn’t even have to slide my finger along the gusset of her shorts to know she was soaked.

Leaning over to graze the shell of her ear, I growled, “Do you feel what you do to me, Kristin Boyd? You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I can’t wait for the next time I get to fuck your tight little pussy and make you scream in ecstasy.”

Her thighs rubbed together in a desperate attempt to gain some friction.

“Nuh-uh-uh, naughty girl,” I said, sliding back. I pushed my knee between her legs to block her from any pleasure I didn’t give her myself. “Be good and I’ll let you come on my fingers.”

She whimpered into the pillow and nodded.

I splayed my hand between her shoulder blades and pressed just hard enough to make her understand there would be no arguing.

“Do you want to come?” I whispered.

Kristin nodded into the pillow.

I started with two fingers, sliding them slowly into her wet pussy. So warm, so soft. I wanted to sink my dick into her, but I held back. I began to stroke with my fingers, hitting her G-spot in the first motion.

Kristin moaned and writhed beneath me, desperate for more.

I crooked my finger and massaged her inner walls, making her whimper and whine as she wordlessly begged for a release.

“God, you feel amazing, sweetheart,” I whispered in her ear.

I pulled my fingers out and sunk my thumb back into her core. Pinching her clit between two fingers, I rubbed the little pleasure center in slow, methodical circles.

Her eyebrows drew in and the corners of her eyes creased as her orgasm built. She bit the edge of the pillow, stifling her wanton moans as she rocked her hips against my hand.

“Now,” I growled, “be a good girl and come.”

30

WILLIAM

Icould hear the girls squealing and fussing as soon as I got out of the truck and smoothed down my suit. Kristin had gone from annoyed to giddy about the staff Christmas party. She and Kylie had spent the better part of her day off primping.

I was excited about what was going to happen when I could finally pull Kristin away from the drinks and mingling. Little did she know, tonight was the night.

I shoved my hand into the pocket of my suit jacket and felt the small velvet box I had picked up from the jeweler this morning. A stupid smile split my face.

So fucking excited.

Kristin liked to say that I was notoriously calm, and she wasn’t wrong. I had never been an impulsive man and never rushed into decisions. Everything I did was calculated.

That was why I knew it wasn’t too soon to propose. I had played out every outcome, and every single one ended with her saying yes. I still couldn’t believe that it only took four months to find the woman I actually wanted to marry.

Even at our best, I never felt those emotions with Elena.

My phone vibrated with an incoming text. Hannah Jane had sent me a photo of the courtyard at the inn. She’d been busy.

Will

I owe you big time. Thank you.

The courtyard was Kristin’s favorite spot at the inn, which made it the perfect place to pop the question. It didn’t really need much dressing up, but I figured a few candles couldn’t hurt.

When I mentioned to Hannah Jane that I planned to pull Kristin away from the party to pop the question, she put together marching orders for the whole night.

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