Page 23 of The Noisemaker

“New Year’s Eve proposals are good luck,” she informed us. With her hand on her hip, she gave me a look. “I want to know everything! We’ll have to do lunch one day soon.”

“Yes, text me.”

We gave each other a big hug.

“That ring is fucking huge,” she whispered in my ear.

I giggled as we pulled apart. “Bye girl!”

Looking down at my hand, I bit my bottom lip and stared at the ring. She was right. It had to be three carats. The elegant solitary stone was flawless.

Just like my man,I thought as I shifted my eyes to him.

He winked at me. “May I have this dance?”

The R&B song that played was a familiar love song. We reached the dance floor in less than ten steps and then I was in his arms. We swayed to the music with my head resting on his chest. Maybe it was the fact that I could hear Desmond singing the lyrics or it was the alcohol in my system, but as the words of the song started to resonate with me, I found myself getting teary-eyed.

“Are you okay?” he wondered gently, tipping my chin and analyzing my face.

I nodded. “I’m okay.” Unable to blink back the rogue tear that slipped down my cheek, I looked down.

He placed his hands on my face and forced me to look at him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I assured him. “Nothing at all is wrong.” I bit my lip to prevent myself from choking up. “I’m just… happy.”

“Good.” He brought his face closer to mine. “I like seeing you happy.”

Our lips met and what I thought was going to be a sweet, chaste kiss turned sensual and sexy.

His hands roamed down my neck and shoulders before he encircled me. He dragged his fingers down my back until they stilled on my ass.

I didn’t want him to stop.

And from the bulge I felt in his pants, I knew he didn’t either.

My heart thudded in my chest as our kiss deepened. Each time his tongue grazed mine, the pull deep in my gut tightened. He pulled out of the kiss and with a heavy-lidded stare, he took me in. “Let’s go home.”

The desire in his voice was so sexy.

I nodded. “Let’s go home.”

With our hands clasped, we practically ran to coat check. Instead of calling a rideshare service, we flagged down a waiting taxi and hopped in. As soon as the driver started the meter, I kissed Desmond. The electricity crackled between us, and things heated up quickly.

Being as discreet as possible, I placed my hand on his dick and felt how hard he was. Softly, he groaned as I stroked him through his pants. As the kiss became more passionate, I felt myself imagining how I could ride his dick in the backseat of the car.

The driver cleared his throat. “I think we’re coming up to your stop.”

We needed to stop.

Breaking the kiss and removing my hand from his lap, my chest heaved.

He stared at me in awe. “You are beautiful.”

“So are you.”

He smirked. “I can’t wait to get you home. Especially with you looking at me like that.”

I lifted my hand, wiggling my finger with the large diamond on it. “Looking like your fiancée?”

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