Page 82 of French Martini

“I bet.”

“And…” Sitting up a little more, I cup his face before continuing. “You’re special, Oakley. We clicked so well, and I’m not the easiest person to click with work-wise.”

“There’s a few guys in Willow Bay who would disagree.”

“They’ve had almost twenty years to get used to me. Plus, they aren’t afraid to challenge me. Neither are you.”

“Only when needed.”

With a slow exhale, I voice the words that have been swimming in my head for months. “It’s no secret that I can be stubborn even when it comes to admitting things, even to myself. That kiss on New Year’s Eve was something I’d wanted to do for a long time.”

He huffs, sounding relieved. “Me too.”

“I want a lot of things, Oak. With you. Can you stand up please?”

“Sure.”

He gets himself upright then offers his hand to help me up.

“I’ve spent a lot of time denying myself and ignoring things that were uncomfortable, but I’m done with that.”

“Okay. What do you need from me?”

“Just for you to keep being the man you already are. I’m… ready to admit to you and to myself that I’m…” I inhale slowly, blinking as my eyes sting with unshed tears. “I’m in love with you.”

His face goes blank. “Oh.”

“I’m pretty sure I have been for a while, but I was too scared to accept it. So thanks for proving my heart right this past week. I should’ve asked you to be my fake fiancé a long time ago.”

Oakley doesn’t laugh, he simply searches my face. “One more time.”

“What?”

“Say it again.”

Smiling, I nod. “I’m in love with you, Oakley. I don’t want this to end. Ever, if we’re lucky enough.”

“Kitten…”

“And now—” I slide down his body onto my knees, gazing up at him. “—I want you to fuck me.”

TWENTY-FIVE

OAKLEY

He said it.

He loves me.

My legs might actually buckle from the sight of my angel on his knees, his expression heated and vulnerable and oh so sweetly submissive, but most of all, from the knowledge that he’s in love with me. I wasn’t imagining our connection at all.

He’s still gazing up at me, waiting patiently for my next move. “How far do you want to go, kitten?”

“As far as you want to take me.” He slides his hands up my thighs. “I want your cock inside me, Oakley. Stretch me, use my hole for your pleasure, make me beg to come.”

“Jesus.” My cock twitches so hard that I feel lightheaded.

“Do you want to be inside me, lover?”

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