Page 111 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“I missed you,” he says right before he slides inside and fucks me against the wall. His eyes never leave mine as he thrustsrepeatedly hard and fast. His mouth falls to the crook of my neck. I raise my hands above my head and hold the wood rails from the stairs.

“More,” I moan, loving the way he feels inside.

He licks the skin on my neck and lips. “So sweet.”

My climax builds fast as he goes harder. I gasp when I’m about to come.

“Ford.”

“You’re close, Dulce. Don’t wait for me. Come.”

My insides clench when I can’t hold it anymore. I scream when I come. The sweat drips down the middle of my back. My hands, slick with sweat, almost slip off the wood.

I can feel that he is close because he doesn’t stop. Sweat drips down the side of his face and his neck.

His eyes grip me, holding me in their depths. My gut tells me this was all planned—All of it. Him here at the right time isn’t a coincidence.

“Marry me,” he says, with his cock still inside me.

“Are you proposing to me?”

“Yes. I am.”

I’m stunned. I stare into his blue eyes, trying to figure out if this is real or some kind of joke. Ford proposing to me is the last thing I expected while having sex. He’s still inside me, and I don’t know what to say or what to do.

He finally pulls out of me, and then, everything happens so fast. He puts himself away and picks me up, taking me to my room and placing me on my bed.

He turns around, giving me his back, and I sit half naked, stunned, trying to process everything.

I lean to the side, trying to see his face. “Ford?”

“Um, can you give me a minute,” he says, digging in his pocket.

“Okay,” I say, trying to cover myself.

When he finally turns around, he goes down on one knee with the most gorgeous engagement ring set in a black velvet box. The solitaire is big and looks expensive.

“I know it’s too soon, and you might think I’m crazy, but I am. I’m crazy about you, and I know we don’t know each other like we should, but we can. We have the rest of our lives to do that, but I was thinking…I was hoping.” He looks into my eyes, holding the box up like an offering, and continues, “That you would say yes, and we could do that as husband and wife. There is no reason I can think of to wait. I think you’ve waited for the right person to come along, and I’m that person, Dulce. I’m right here, and I want to give you everything you have ever dreamed of.”

My heart beats so fast I don’t think I can find my voice. Ford is both my dream and my past wrapped into one.

I look at the diamond shining like a beacon under the warm light of my bedroom. How many times have I dreamed of him in this very room hoping one day he would know I existed?

“I promise to love you and protect you. And I don’t care if you fall pregnant. It would make me happy if you did. As long as you’re happy.”

I lift my hand and place my finger over the large emerald diamond. “It’s beautiful,” I whisper with tears in my eyes.

“I asked a special lady one night if an emerald diamond was the best, and she told me it symbolized true love.”

He’s talking about my grandmother. She is the only person I know who had an engagement ring that was an emerald.

A tear slides down my cheek. “Yes,” I whisper.

He leans his head slightly like he can’t hear me. “What? What was that?”

I laugh. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

He plucks it from the box and slowly slides the diamond ring on my finger. “It’s perfect.”

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