Page 17 of Dangerous Proposal

A few seconds later, I’m spilling inside of her. I bite down on her shoulder as her wetness milks pleasure out of me. My orgasm rips through me, and it feels like my heart is being ripped out of my chest in the best way possible. I’m breathless, panting against Evie’s skin.

The two of us lie there, recovering for a long moment after both of our climaxes have waned. This is nowhere to bask in theafterglow, though. I force myself up off of her, hissing when I pull out of her pussy.

“Where are you going?” she asks, her lips drawn in a beautiful pout.

“Just getting our clothes,” I assure her, grabbing her things first. “I want to get you out of here and into a proper bed. How does that sound?”

“Good,” she sighs, letting me help her into her clothes.

“You know that no one else is ever going to touch you like this,” I say, letting possessiveness into every single syllable. “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she agrees, the way she says it lighting a fire in my belly.

I don’t know if I’m going to get her back to the house before I have to take her again. That’s alright, though. I don’t think Evie’s going to complain if I can’t wait to be inside her again. In fact, I think she might like it just as much as I will.

Epilogue

SEVEN YEARS LATER

EVIE

The quiet rhythm of my fingers typing numbers on the spreadsheet is interrupted by the soft pressure of my hand resting on my swollen stomach. Since I got pregnant, managing our household finances has become my responsibility, and I’ve taken pride in keeping everything in order. Red’s brilliant in so many ways, but numbers? Not so much. He knows I’ve got a mind for them, so he trusts me to keep track.

When we first got together, Red was hesitant about me finishing my degree. He didn’t want to let me go, didn’t want to put me in a position where he might lose me. But now, with the money I’ve saved us, I can see how much he appreciates it. We're comfortable—nowhere near struggling—but having a little extra never hurt. It’s especially reassuring with our baby on the way. This life we live is risky, and I’m aware that every day I spend with Red might be the last. But if anything were to happen to him, at least I know our child and I will be taken care of.

Still, as I check the time, I can't shake the nagging worry in the pit of my stomach. Red should have been home an hour ago. I remind myself that if something had gone wrong, I’d have heard by now. But that doesn’t ease the knot in my chest. I just have to be patient.

A few minutes later, the door slams open, and my patience is finally rewarded. Red steps into the room, his movements sharp and purposeful. I don’t even need to ask to know that things didn’t go as planned. The tension in his shoulders, theway his jaw is clenched tight—it’s clear. They’ve hit a bump, and Red’s here to work it out.

“Hi, honey,” I say, with a reassuring smile.

He doesn’t respond, a look of determination settled over his features. He closes the laptop and tosses it onto the old armchair that I’ve grown to love. Then, he pushes all of the bills and notebooks I’ve been poring over onto the floor.

“What–” I begin, my words getting cut off when he grabs me and hoists me up by my armpits.

I find myself settled on top of the desk. He pushes the hem of my dress up and hooks the tips of his fingers in the waistband of my panties. As he pulls them off, he starts talking.

“You were all I could think about,” he says, flinging my panties to the side. “Fuck. The longer that the job went on the more I thought about what you did before I left.”

“I couldn’t keep my hands off of you,” I say, gasping when he slides his hands up my inner thighs, applying pressure on the bruises he left the night before. “You looked so good when you left.”

“You knew exactly what you were doing,” he says, letting go of me to grab onto his belt.

I watch with unconcealed interest as he pulls his already hard cock out of his pants. My mouth waters and my pussy clenches. I’m suddenly very aware of how empty I am. Maybe I should have teased him even more before he left. I could have gotten him before he left and now too.

“I’m going to show you just how far into my head you got,” he growls as he presses the tip of his cock against my opening. Without any sort of warning, he presses inside me. “Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Been thinking about this all day,” I admit, struggling to catch my breath as he fucks deep inside of me.

“Yeah?” Red asks as he grabs onto my hips and shifts me forward, changing the angle so he can fuck me even deeper. “You’ve been sitting in here doing mind-numbing work thinking about me fucking you within an inch of your life?”

“Yes, Red,” I squeak, grabbing hard onto his biceps as he rocks directly up against my g-spot. “Right there.”

“Oh?” he says, chuckling darkly. “You like that?”

“Uh-huh,” I whimper, my eyes falling closed as pleasure starts to take over my body, spreading from my core out to my limbs.

My affirmation pushes him to fuck me even harder. Now that he knows he has the angle right, he doesn’t hold back. A whole day’s worth of frustration and anticipation is being let loose on me, and I love it.

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