Page 47 of The Forever Game

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“You too,” I squeak.

He grins. “Wanna be my wife forever and ever?”

“Yes,” I blubber, lurching forward and planting my lips on his. He lets go of my hands, holding my face and swiping his tongue into my mouth. It’s a deep, passionate kiss filled with hope and promise.

He eases away, brushing his nose against mine before pulling a box from his jacket pocket.

“Your ring, milady.” He pops it open for me, and my heart skips through my chest, a soft gasp popping out of my mouth, followed by a wispy laugh.

“Ravenclaw,” I whisper, staring at the stunning sapphire ring.

“You know it, boo.” He laughs, pulling the ring out to slip it onto my finger. “It’s so funny that we thought of the same thing.”

“I know.” My stomach trembles from laughter or tears—I can’t tell. My emotions are running so high that I feel lightheaded. “We’re so meant to be.”

He grins, gazing at the ring on my finger and nodding. “Yeah, we are.”

I stare at the ring, studying it from every angle with an awe-filled smile. “Can you believe we’re finally engaged?”

“We have taken way too long to make this happen. Seriously, why were we so stubborn over this thing?”

I groan and tip my head back. “Because the idea of planning a wedding is so overwhelming. I just couldn’t do it. As soon as people find out, the pressure will instantly come on. You know what it’s like. Everyone who loves us means well, but…” I wince.

“I feel ya.” He nods. “My mother will be a nightmare.”

My wince deepens as I squeak, “She will.”

He laughs and brushes his thumb across my cheek. “Well, let’s just keep things quiet for a bit. We don’t want to take away from Tammy and Baxter’s big day anyway. Why don’t we go to the rehearsal dinner on Friday night and not wear the rings? Then a few days after the wedding is over and they’ve had their big moment, we can slip them on again. We don’t have to announce anything. If someone is smart enough to notice the rings, we can tell them then.”

“Agreed.” I rub my thumb over his band, then go to take my stunning ring off.

“Wait, wait, wait.” He stops me. “Once I’ve made love to my fiancée, then you can take it off.”

My lips rise into what I hope is a playful, sexy smirk. “You want to make love to me with our rings on?”

His hooded eyes make me feel like my skin’s on fire. “Boo, that’s the only thing I want you wearing.” His deft fingers quickly untie my robe, and he flicks it open, exposing my lacy lingerie. “Damn, woman,” he whines, his eyes drinking me in. “What you do to me.”

With a soft growl, he launches out of his seat, cinching me around the waist and lifting me off the couch. I can’t help a laughing squeal as he walks me to the wooden table, which is sometimes a desk and sometimes a dining table. He places me onto the polished surface. The wood hits my naked butt cheeks and I yelp at the contact but am soon distracted by a luscious tongue gliding into my mouth. His strong hands wrap about the back of my neck, his fingers fisting my hair as he kisses me soundly, overriding all my senses.

I start yanking at his jacket, shoving it off his shoulders and loving the sound of each item hitting the floor. The living room is soon littered with fabric, my bra dangling off the bookshelf as Asher sucks my eager nipple into his mouth. I moan, fisting his hair and thrusting my chest toward him. He plays with my sensitive body, drawing patterns on my skin and using his teeth to pull the lace off me. I lie back, the cold desk barely registering as I lift my hips. My G-string ends up bunched around my ankle and I flick it off, giggling to myself as it arcs through the air and gets caught on the lampshade.

Asher gazes down at me, his hungry eyes making my skin tingle. Parting my legs, he devours my pussy without even touching me. His searing stare makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.

His lips rise into that delectable smirk of his, and I grin at him as he lightly kisses my knee, then starts working his way down to my sensitive haven. His tongue destroys me, knocking out the power to most of my brain. All that remains is the heady ecstasy of his tongue lapping my pussy before he gently sucks my clit between his lips. I groan, fisting his hair and pressing my toes into the desk. He scoops his hands under my butt, giving it a squeeze and pulling my folds apart. His tongue pancakes over me, long licks from the base to my clit until my breaths are a frenzied mess. Shock waves pulse though my body as he grips my ass even tighter, then sucks my clit again.

I pinch my nipples, breaths punching out of me as I arch my back and revel in his practiced touch. He knows all my hot spots, and he’s hitting each one with his expert tongue. I can’t control my voice as an orgasm builds, burning through me as cries of pleasure rise in my throat.

“That’s it, boo,” he murmurs around my clit before pressing his thumb against it. “Come for me.”

I let out another cry, my inner walls spasming as my body starts to quiver. I revel in this moment, my body jerking uncontrollably as I’m taken out from all sides. My chest is heaving, my heart thundering when I hit my high with gusto.

“You’re so fucking sexy, fiancée.” Asher grins down at me.

“I love you,” I manage to whisper. “I’m so fucking glad you’re gonna be my husband.”

He grabs my hips, sliding me to the edge of the table. I sit up, pulling his face toward me and thrusting my tongue into his mouth. We moan in unison, his hands gliding around my back as I deepen the kiss even more. It’s like we want to crawl inside each other. I could find a happy home in his chest.

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