Page 27 of Dirty Rumors

I lean back and to the side, using her weight to pull her ass harder, grinding my length inside her, scraping her clit against me as her eyes fly wide. “That’s it. I can feel you tightening up, baby. Let it all go for me.”

She nods again, her eyes sparkling at every dirty word I say. Then her eyes fall half closed as she shakes from head to toe, her pussy fastening around me so tightly that I have no other options.

Clutching her against me, I stand, lying her back on the table. I pound hard and deep and quick into her quivering pussy, staring into her eyes as she comes in a cacophony of shrieks, twitches, and flailing limbs.

I love the way she looks so wild – eyes flashing, throat flushing red as she loses herself in the moment. Her fingers trail down my abs to grip the base of my cock as if she wants to milk me dry. Every muscle is taut as I try to hold myself back, then everything releases with a roar as my pounding cock pumps her full of huge hot ropes of my seed. Her legs are wrapped around my waist, squeezing hard as we move together, both of us glistening with sweat, panting, utterly spent.

Holding her tightly against my chest, I rock my sweet girl gently as we catch our breath. “I promise, one of these times it’ll be sweet and romantic all the way through.”

She snorts, then looks up at me dubiously. “We’ll see.” Her hand slides down to squeeze my ass firmly. “So… How about I take you out on a date tonight?”

I tip her chin up with my finger. “Sure. Just this once.”

“Only once? I would think that you’d want more dates than that.”

“Yes, but I’m going to be embarking on an official courting process. Word of warning, there’s gonna be a lot of math involved.”

“Math?”

“Yes. I have to consult the rulebook to see how many formal dates, how many playful dates, and how many activity dates are required before I ask a certain…mmm… question…that will imply a certain permanence.”

Her lips drift lightly across my chest. “How about I finish this project, get a paying job, and move here first? Then we can think about that.”

“Anything you want, kitten.”

As I hold my sweet girl close, I almost feel bad for lying to her so shamelessly about something so important. I’m going to be thinking about itnow. There’s no way on this Earth I’m going to let her move so far without a commitment, and that includes a diamond on her finger the same day she gets a key to my house.

Just because I’m a dirty boy doesn’t mean that my beautiful girl shouldn’t have a traditional, respectable life.

But I might wrap the ring in a giant green flag, just to make a point.

Well, and to make my beautiful girl laugh.

EPILOGUE

NIKKI

* A Year and a Half Later *

It’s awkward walking down the stairs while holding my hands over Carson’s eyes, but the one thing in this world I don’t trust him about ispeeking when he’s not supposed to, dammit.

I spin him toward his worktable, then drop my hands. “Surprise – happy anniversary!”

His jaw drops and he clutches my arm as he stares at the two photography light boxes on stands, one at either end of his workspace. “Damn. They’re perfect.”

“You can adjust the brightness, and you’ll probably have to drag them around a bit to find the right angles. If you’re going to be down here painting at night, I don’t want you to hurt your eyes.”

I’m swept into an enormous bear hug as he swings me around. “You’re not just gorgeous. You’re clever and thoughtful. But you know you don’t have to spoil me, right? We already did that wedding thing. I’m yours.”

What do I even say to that. Carson has already done so much for me. From hardly letting me lift a finger when I moved into his beautiful house, to the way he encouraged me to redecorate the bedroom according to my tastes, not to mention his insistence that I turn one of the two guest rooms into a home office when I landed a beautifully mellow fact checking job for an important psychology journal.

Before I can make another joke, his mouth presses to mine and we are consumed in a fiery kiss. I didn’t think it would be possible for us to get hotter every single day, but at this rate, we might burn out before he turns forty.

Kidding.

Carson pushes me away, placing a hand over my heart. “Before you get too frisky, my hot little kitten, I’d like to give you your present.”

“Ohhellno.” I stamp my foot. “I told you: absolutely not. You already gave me a beautiful wedding and a house. No anniversary gift.”

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