Page 45 of My Dear Mr. Corporate

I yawned, exhausted by the night’s turn of events. Before arriving at his mother’s party, the worst I had expected was for her not to like me. Now I had to think about someone out there wanting to make me disappear. As exhausted as I was, I found it difficult to sleep. I turned and rolled over in different positions, trying to get comfortable but couldn’t. Something, no, someone was missing. I had always fallen asleep in Tate’s arms. Tonight I was as alone in the world as I never wanted to be. I longed for his contact, his arms sliding around me, cherishing me, making me feel like I belonged.

With a frustrated growl, I hit the pillow then stilled when the bedroom door opened. Silently, Tate entered the room and closed the door behind him. In the darkness, he walked to the other side of the bed and slipped under the covers with me. That he would come after me meant the world to me, but I should have already known he would do this. He had come after me even when he’d thought I left with Keith.

When he reached for me I didn’t resist. I could never resist him. I hadn’t been kidding when I told him everyone I had loved had fucked me over. My mother started the tradition and the bad luck seemed to have followed me. Love had flawed me, made me stay at times when I shouldn’t have. Now I craved him despite our arguments.

He turned me over to lie flat on my back and straddled my thighs. My heart thudded in my chest and my breathing filled the room harsh with expectancy. I could feel my cock stirring and wished it would stop but it was all futile. Tate was my weakness.

Leaning forward to align his lips with mine, I lifted my head to meet him halfway. He halted a hairbreadth away and I could feel his warm breath on my face, caressing my lips. Mine parted and my tongue peeked out as I hoped he understood the message. Our differences aside, I wanted him something awful.

“I don’t care what fight we have,” he said, his voice soft and enunciating each word. “We never ever sleep in separate beds. Never.”

Before I could respond, his mouth found mine. I expected him to kiss me hard and fast, but when his lips descended on mine they were soft and clinging. He moved his lips over mine with tender care, taking his time to study the shape of my lips with his own. His kiss was more devastating than anything else we had ever done together. I could feel the desperate tears oozing from beneath my eyelids. I was scared of losing him, either because someone managed to finally remove me permanently from his life or for him to leave me for someone else.

“Shhh,” he murmured kissing my cheeks. “I swear I won’t let anyone hurt you. I don’t care who it is. I’ll find out who is responsible.”

He got off my thighs and knelt between my legs. I raised my hips when he reached for the waistband of my shorts. I was bare beneath it.

“Tate,” I moaned when his hand closed over my cock.

“Don’t give up on us,” he whispered in the dark. “Please don’t give up on us, Bryan.”

“I won’t!” I cried as his lips settled over my semi-erect cock. His lips brought me fully to life. I was so hard that it hurt. He sucked me between his lips, the wetness of his mouth slippery and sliding up and down my length pulling me out of my funk. I forgot Gio and what he had or had not done. All that mattered was the man kneeling between my legs, making love to me in the most beautiful way.

He caressed my balls, gently cupping and squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure.

“I forgot the lube,” he murmured. “Be right back…Better yet.” He rolled off the bed and scooped me up into his arms. I clung to his neck and kissed him as he walked us back to our bedroom where I belonged in the first place.

“I’m sorry for walking out on you,” I apologized, breaking our kiss.

“Just don’t do it again. Whatever the problem is, we can talk about it.”

At the back of my mind, the issue with Gio still niggled but I ignored it. He placed me on the bed and searched the drawer of the bedside table for the lube. He lathered himself with it before returning to kneel between my legs. I raised them for him and swung my arms beneath them to keep them steady as he worked the lube into my opening. I studied his face and the level of concentration he took in getting me prepared for him. When he glanced up and caught me watching him, I blushed and looked away. For the first time I felt bare before him like he could see into my very soul.

“Hey, don’t look away from me,” he said, using his free hand to turn my face back to him. “In fact, tonight I want you on top so I can see your face.”

He lay back onto the bed and pulled me onto him. Straddling his waist, I leaned forward to kiss him while rotating my ass into his groin. I eased up from his chest and reached behind me for his cock. I held it steady as I raised my hips and sank down onto the tip. The curved head pressed into my hole and I slowly inched down until I was sitting on his lap, my ass fixed into his pelvis.

“Fuck!” Tate exploded and I stared down into his face contorted with pleasure. He panted beneath me, his chest expanding and contracting from the emotions roiling in his system. I rode him carefully, taking my time to study him. Watching him lose himself under my power was a powerful feeling. Soon he was grasping at my ass cheeks, caressing and helping himself by thrusting upward.

Tilting me so I lay on his chest, Tate anchored the heel of his feet onto the bed and thrust. I cried out into his chest as his cock ripped through me. He continued thrusting hard, his hands pushing my ass downward to collide into his penetrations. I clutched his shoulders and hung on for the ride. I could feel my cock leaking. I wanted to reach between our bodies to wrap my hand around my hard on to reach my climax but I couldn’t have moved if I wanted.

Tate stifled my cries with his lips crushed onto mine. His hands roamed my body desperately as he sought his release in the frantic rhythm of his hips. My ass bounced in decadence with each collision into his pelvis, the slapping sound of our flesh greeting each other serving to inflame me. Still, he thrust even harder and so deep I felt myself tumbling in disbelief under a powerful climax that had not been aided by my hand.

“I love you so fucking much!” Tate grunted on his last thrust that welded us together, glued by the evidence of his desire for me filling my hole. I collapsed against his chest, my slight embarrassment at how much I was struggling to breathe dying when I realized he did not fare any better. His legs trembled beneath me.

“I-love-you too,” I gasped for air and fanned my hot face.

Tate chuckled. “Fuck. We are going to need more than a few minutes after that.”

I groaned because he was right. “We’re a sticky mess.”

“Just give me a few, sweetheart, and I’ll transport us to the shower.”

I lay my head against his chest and listened to his wild heartbeat. He stroked my damp back with his hand, drawing lazy circles on my skin. M-A- I didn’t even realize I was focusing on each letter he wrote until he was complete. I stiffened in shock, wondering if it was my overactive imagination at work or if he had really written Marry Me on my skin. I could hardly ask him about it but wait for him to ask. I nestled closer to him and smiled. Yes, yes, I’ll marry you. As much as I was shouting yes, I had to wait for him to properly ask me.

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