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She stares at me like I’ve grown a second head. She puts her cutlery down, saying, “Because unlike you, Dutton, I want marriage and take it seriously. I want to marry a man who will put me and my son above all else. A man who will love me for all my flaws, and believe me, I have a lot. And I want a big gesture, not just some random thought that we should get married.” She pauses. “Why do you want to marry me?”

“My father suggested it,” I begin.

She laughs, and I’m startled that the thought of marrying someone like me is so hilarious to her. I’m not surprised, but I still don’t like hearing her favorite word—no.

“That’s the shittiest reason for marriage I’ve ever heard,” she says, shaking her head. “So, no. We aren’t even dating. And, to be honest, I don’t know what we are, but I think you shouldn’tstrain yourself with the idea of marriage because your father suggested it.”

“We can be whatever you want us to be,” I remind her.

“Okay, well, you can be my boy toy.”

“Boy toy?” I raise a brow at her.

“Yes. When I want someone to fuck me to help clear my head, I’ll call you.” She smiles.

I frown. “I do that already.”

“Yes, and you do it very well. It’s why you’ve been promoted from boss to boy toy. Now, let’s eat so we can fuck in your car before I have to get back to my son.” I go to speak, and she holds up her hand. “If you ask me to marry you again, I won’t fuck you.” I close my mouth, realizing I’ve been shot down.

I hate the idea of marriage, so why the fuck did I just ask her to marry me? It goes without saying that I want to protect her and her son, but she might throw her drink in my face if I mention Bentley.

She continues talking about work, and I’m reeling at the sinking feeling in my stomach that I’m of no more value to her than a vibrator. And I don’t know how to communicate what I feel to her because I’m unsure if she feels the same. And if I do tell her, will she push me away?

I remember my father’s words, suggesting I might have to be ready to walk away. But that option is unfathomable to me.

CHAPTER 40

Posie

The food was amazing—so much so that when we walked out, I was tired. My food coma was fully activated.

Dutton rests his hand on my lower back as he leads us to his car. But instead of opening the passenger door, he opens the back door. I smirk like old times.

Climbing in, he sits and then taps the seat next to him. I don’t know when things between us started becoming more than sex, but his proposing marriage was so out of the blue that I immediately shut him down. Especially when he said he did it because his father suggested it. It’s nice to know I’m liked by his family, but I refuse to let myself and Bentley be some side prize. Dutton might not take marriage seriously, but I do. Sex, however, we can both agree on.

I smile as I climb in after him. When I shut the door, the lights go out, and it’s dark. I know no one in the restaurant will see us through the tinted windows. He grabs me and pulls me onto his lap so I’m straddling him.

“So no talk about…” he says.

“Marriage,” I finish for him as he slides his hand between us and straight up my dress. His fingers dance over the lace of my underwear. I untuck his shirt and slide my hands up his tonedstomach and chest. Dutton has the best body I have ever felt or seen, and every time I touch him, I feel like a feral animal in heat.

“Then tell me what you want,” he says and slips a finger under my panties. “What about talk of us seeing each other more?”

I gasp as he brushes against my clit, and I start moving my hips at the slight friction. I hate when he uses sex against me because if I’m not honest in these moments, he’ll punish me and refrain from giving me an orgasm. Truthfully, these times are when we have the most honest conversations. But all of this talk of marriage has given me whiplash. I don’t even know if Dutton understands what he’s asking.

I claw at his chest, and he moves in and touches my lips with his. I love the way he kisses me, so soft and tender as if I might break, but then fucks me with his fingers and treats me like I’m a bad girl. It’s the perfect combination.

“You already see me a lot. More than I see anyone else, apart from Bentley,” I tell him as he pulls back. His hands slip from under my dress and move to undo the buttons at my chest, exposing my breasts. He leans in and kisses between them, glancing up at me through his lashes.

“I want to see you more.”

“You sound needy.” I smile at him. How does this man think to propose marriage before seeing one another more regularly? Then again, from what I’ve heard, he hasn’t dated anyone, let alone had a serious relationship, and that terrifies me. What if I’m just a phase for him? I have so much going on in my life already; I don’t know if it’s worth taking a risk on a man who has only ever had to think about himself.

“I am,” he purrs as I reach for his trousers and undo them. Freeing his cock, I lift up onto my knees and position myself over him. He looks down as I grab his cock and guide it to myentrance, pushing my underwear to the side. “For you,” he adds just as I lower onto him.

When he’s fully seated, filling me up, I start to rock back and forth, craving the friction. He grabs my ponytail and tugs my head back, exposing my throat. I’m forced to lean back, my hands bracing on his knees, as I ride him. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Show me how much you want this cock to fill you up.”

I can’t reply, barely able to breathe, as his other hand starts rubbing my clit, providing even more friction. His mouth finds my breast, and he sucks.

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