Page 66 of Taming Mika

EPILOGUE

MIKA

Heat crackles between us as the oxygen vanishes from the room. My skin feels suddenly hot and tight as Alfie’s eyes flick down to my lips, and for a moment, all I can think about is him kissing me. I jolt as Nina clears her throat, breaking the tension, and Alfie drops my chin, leaning back in his chair as he turns his attention back to his sister. Her lips twitch as she tries to suppress a smile, and her fingers flash as she says something that makes Alfie chuckle. Then she turns to give my hand a squeeze before standing.

“Nina says she’s going to bed before she sees something she can’t unsee,” Alfie explains. “But she’s so glad I found you. She says you’re good for me.”

Deep affection for Alfie’s sister floods my chest. She’s as charming as her brother, and so full of love and joy, it’s infectious. Standing, I pull her into a fierce hug, I step back so she can read my lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, and her eyes dance at my startled expression when she actually speaks.

It’s the first time I’ve heard her voice, and my heart squeezes at how sweet and soft and incredibly vulnerable it sounds. I glance at Alfie and find he looks just as stunned as I am. He stares silently athis sister, eyebrows raised, and lips parted as if lost for words. Warmth floods my body as I realize she must not speak to people often, and I’m moved by the display of trust. Beaming, I pull her in for one last hug, which she returns with warmth. Then, as Alfie stands, Nina leans in to give him a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the dining room.

I stand quietly for a moment, watching the door swing softly closed, and when I turn back to the table, I find Alfie watching me, his gaze igniting a fire deep in my belly.

“So.” He takes my hand, pulling me around the table until I’m standing in front of him, my hips leaning against the edge of the polished wood. “Where were we?”

My heart flutters, my palms finding his chest, my back arching as I meet his eyes, and his arms cinch around my waist. “I believe you were proposing to me—very romantically, I might add.”

Alfie smiles, his white teeth flashing against his olive skin, and his eyes flick down to my lips, making my heart skip a beat. “Marry me?” he murmurs, slowly leaning in to close the distance between our lips.

My heart breaks into a sprint as the question hits me like a moving train. I was already starting to wrap my mind around the idea of becoming Alfie’s wife—even if it feels like we’re diving into this relationship headfirst—but somehow, hearing him ask it like a question obliterates the last of my reservations. I have been fighting so hard to put up my defenses, to keep a distance between us so he couldn’t hurt me. I was terrified of giving my heart to another undeserving asshole who would crush it when he was done with me. But somewhere along the line, Alfie managed to get under my skin without me noticing. I started falling for him and didn’t realize it until it was too late. Despite my best efforts, I fell in love with Alfie in a way I never dreamed possible.

“Okay,” I whisper, my heart in my throat as our breaths mingle.

His strong arms tighten around me as he steals the last of the space between us, sealing our lips with a searing kiss. Tingling heat bursts through my core as his tongue strokes between my teeth, and Imelt into him. It feels so right, so real, sogoodto kiss him. When I’m with him, all I want is more.

Alfie leans forward, pressing my hips more firmly against the table as he sweeps his arm across the surface, clearing it as he sends glass crashing to the floor. I gasp, my heart skipping a beat as I picture staff dashing into the dining room to see what happened—maybe clean up the mess. But Alfie doesn’t seem to care. Grasping my hips, he lifts me onto the table, setting me on the edge as he steps between my knees. His fingers find the hem of my dress and slip beneath it to grasp my thighs. Slowly, his hands travel up my legs, his grip strong and demanding.

Arousal floods my panties, soaking the thin silk until it’s clinging to my sensitive flesh. The thought that someone might walk in on us at any minute only heightens my excitement, and I’m shocked by the realization. I’m getting used to the way Alfie will fuck me wherever and whenever he likes, and I’m starting to see the appeal in the thrill of possibly getting caught. It makes his attention that much more intoxicating.

The soft fabric of my dress slides up my thighs, exposing my wet panties as Alfie reaches around to palm my ass. He pulls me forward until my hips meet his, and he grinds his stiff cock against my clit, dragging a moan from my throat. His fingers curl around the waist of my panties, pulling them down my hips, and I shift so he can remove them more easily. The soft fabric tickles along my thighs, falling to the ground as soon as it’s past my knees.

“Are we really doing this here?” I whisper, glancing toward the door as my stomach quivers with nervous excitement.

“I’m not finished with dessert,” he states, his tone raising goosebumps across the exposed flesh of my arms and back.

Shrugging out of his suit jacket, Alfie tosses it aside and swiftly removes his tie before unbuttoning the collar of his shirt. Then he kneels in front of me, his eyes holding mine, burning with intensity as he pushes my dress up around my waist. Hooking my knees over his shoulders, he grasps my hips and leans in to stroke his tongue between my folds. I gasp, leaning back to brace my palms against thetable, my back arching as a burst of electric pleasure crackles up my spine. Tingling pleasure washes through my core as his tongue teases my throbbing entrance before sweeping up my slit to flick across my clit.

I cry out, unable to stay quiet and feeling surprisingly shameless about it. My hips roll as Alfie’s lips wrap around my sensitive bundle of nerves, and he sucks lightly. In seconds, I’m trembling with the pressure of my building release. My walls throb, my clit twitching every time his tongue twirls around it. Sharp breaths rush past my lips as waves of pleasure crash through my body, sending arousal flooding into my core. Fingers pressing into my bare thighs, Alfie keeps me pinned in place as he eats me out like I’m the sweetest treat he’s ever tasted. He alternates between running his tongue between my wet folds and sucking my clit between his teeth, and every time he mixes it up, that pressure builds inside me, a ball of tension about to snap. His teeth skim across my sensitive flesh, and as he lightly bites my clit, I scream, coming so hard my hips jerk forward against his mouth.

Hot relief rushes through my veins as I pulse and throb, my muscles quivering with the intensity of my release. I pant, my elbows buckling as I barely manage to keep myself upright, and I watch with blatant lust as Alfie leans back, his smile wicked as he wipes my glistening juices from his chin.

“Delicious,” he murmurs, lowering my legs back to the table before he stands.

Flushed with satisfaction and blushing, I follow his gaze, tipping my chin up as he plants a palm on either side of me and leans in to kiss me. I can taste the tang of my arousal on his lips, and a jolt of excitement heats my core.

“I might have to insist you wear dresses for dinner from now on,” he says against my lips.

“Tired of my jeans already?” I tease, though it boosts my confidence to know he likes this more feminine look, too.

“Not a chance,” he growls. “Your ass is sofuckingsexy the way itfills out a pair of jeans. But I do like the convenience of a dress when I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

My walls clench, my clit throbbing at the dark desire in his voice. Capturing my lips in another demanding kiss, he strokes his tongue between my teeth, claiming my mouth. Snaking an arm around my waist, he straightens, pulling me off the table and back onto my feet as he holds me firmly against his body. I can feel how hard he is as his cock presses against my abdomen, and even though I just came, hot desire throbs in my core. Reaching for his buckle, I quickly undo it, opening his pants so I can slip my fingers beneath the elastic of his boxers and grasp his swollen tip.

Alfie groans, the pleasure-filled sound vibrating against my lips. Stomach trembling, I stroke his hard length and run my thumb over the silken head, spreading the pearl of precum over his skin. Grasping my hips, Alfie turns me roughly, bringing my ass back against him. I lean forward, pressing my palms against the table as his knee presses between my thighs, and he guides my legs apart.

Cool air rushes across my backside as Alfie flips the skirt of my dress up, exposing my ass. His strong hands roam over the bare flesh, the heat from his palms seeping into my skin. Then he lines up with my hot, wet entrance, and with one powerful thrust, he enters me from behind. I whimper, pressing my lips together as I ripple along his hard length, excitement flooding my veins.

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