Page 237 of Bona Fide

“As long as I get this every night, I’m good, Sox.”

“I’ll need more,” I surmise. “Your pants are still on.” Wade growls into the column of my neck and playfully tosses me to the side of him on the couch.

Quickly, he works his pants off, only getting them to his knees before yanking me back into his lap.

“Better, Miss Shelton?”

I bite my lower lip. “Shirt off?”

“You’re a fucking pain in the ass,” he scolds through constricted brows. “Ride my dick and I’ll see about the shirt later.” Reaching between us, I take my time dragging his cock from his boxer briefs.

“Is this to see if I get the job?” Wade leans back into the couch, gazing upon me as if it’s the first time. His blues are bright and euphoric, and I plan on keeping them like that always.

“You’ve had the job before we even met, baby.” Pulling my panties to the side, I slowly slide down on him. His thickness deliciously fills me as Wade’s eyelids flutter in response. “Fuck…”

“Do you promise to keep me forever?” I ask, leaning in closer to him. “I’m not going to be easy to get rid of.”

Wade inclines his body towards mine. “You’re in my blood now, Sox, there is no getting rid of you—us. You were mine way before we ever met. Way before you started to like me. And definitely when you didn’t like me.”

“Speaking of Sox,” I quip, lacing my fingers under the collar of his shirt. “They’re playing the Yankees right now. Maybe we should go watch the game.”

He wraps his arms around me tighter. “How about we don’t and just bet on the game.”

“And what do you want if you win?”

“I want you to marry me in three years when I’m out of office.”

“You’re not going to run for a second term?” He shakes his head. “Why not?”

“All you caught out of that was that I wasn’t running for a second term, over my wanting to make you my wife.” He squeezes my ass and lifts me just for me to plunge back onto his cock.

“I’m not—” I run my tongue along the stumble of his neck, eyes clamped shut from how good he feels. “—basic.”

“Noticed.” He bites down on my shoulder before he clamps his mouth over it.

“Why aren’t you running for a second term?”

“Because I’m over doing this shit, and I want you all to my damn self.”

“But Wade—”

“But nothing,” he counters, thrusting deeper into me to drive in his point—literally. “I want you to be completely fucking mine and no one elses.”

“I am yours.”

“But when we announce you being mine, you’ll be the country’s as well.” He grabs my waist and starts to pick up the pace driving into me. “So...that’s what I want if I win.”

“And if you lose?”

“Well, that’s up to you. What do you want, Sox?”

“I already got it.”

“Didn’t hear you agree to my offer, Miss Shelton.” He leans back to look up at me. “Will you marry me?”

I bite down on my lower lip to keep my smile from breaking my face. “Yes.”

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