Page 105 of Just Enough

She gave me a sheepish look. “No, I didn’t. You just looked horrified, so I said that.”

“Why did you kiss me when we were kids?” I found myself asking. “When you never saw me as anything other than your friend.”

“Because I wanted to do what I saw on TV.” She shrugged.

I groaned again, letting my head fall back onto the headboard. “You’re evil, Emily. You’ve been a complete savage to my heart for years.”

Her eyes lit up as her fingers grazed my nipple through my shirt. “Is it evil that knowing you’ve been into me all these years makes me hot?” She bent down, rubbing her breasts which were sadly still covered with a shirt across my own chest. “Feel and see.”

I did as she asked, and when my fingers were covered in her arousal she whispered, “Only you can make me this way.” I pulled her down for a kiss, slipping my hand inside her shirt and palming one of her breasts. She rubbed her panty-covered-flesh across my aching cock, but it was torture through my jeans. “Benjamin, what the hell are you waiting for?” she groaned into my mouth, and I quickly unbuttoned my jeans for her. I was still trying to pull my jeans down some more when she parted her panties and came down on my cock, covering me in her tight heated flesh.

“Fuck,” I hissed as she raised up, revealing her rosy drunken cheeks and pleasure induced expression as she gripped my shirt and rode me. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Benjamin,” she panted, taking my hand and slipping it back inside her shirt. I pinched and pulled at her nipples like I knew she wanted until she reached her peak. Just the sight of her reaching hers sent me over the edge, and she toppled onto my chest and breathed deeply for a few minutes as her heartbeat synchronized with mine.

She lifted up quickly, and I recognized that look as she stumbled off me. “I don’t think I should have gotten so hot,” she blurted out right before she ran out into the hall for the bathroom.

Pulling up my boxers, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some aspirin and water, then went to the bathroom where she hugged the toilet. “I brought you some Tylenol and water to take before you lay down. It will help a little come morning.”

She started crying into the toilet out of nowhere. “You’re not going to marry me now, are you?”

I fought back a smile as I bent down beside her. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I sexed you up, then threw up right after. So disgusting and embarrassing.” She hid her face in the toilet.

I was smiling now because I couldn’t help it. “You’re drunk, babe. Let’s get you in bed.”

“No,” she gripped the toilet as she said it. “Not until I know we’re getting married and having babies.”

I placed my chin in my palm as I grinned at her. “I thought you didn’t want kids tonight or next month.”

“I wanna have your babies. I didn’t say I wanted to right now,” she yelled, and because she looked so serious and her cheeks were still so red, she looked fucking edible to me.

I held up my hands, laughing. “All right, bite a guy’s head off.”

“So,” she waited. “Are we or not?”

“Like right now?”

“No. Future. Fu-turrreee… Why? You want to marry me now? Like right now?” She smiled.

“If you want to be my wife, Emily, just tell me, and I’ll tie our names together in a heartbeat.”

“I want to,” she said immediately, and as happy as she was making me right now, her eyes looked ridiculously hazy like she was on the verge of falling asleep or passing out.

“It doesn’t count when you say it right now because you’re drunk, but if you remember in the morning… And still want to, then tell me and I’ll take over from there.”

“I’ll remember.”

“Come on.” I scooped her up before she fell asleep and carried her to bed. As I did, I couldn’t help but tell her. “You better remember this conversation in the morning.”

As she closed her eyes, she mumbled. “I will.”

Chapter 39

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Emily

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