Page 50 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Nanny

“Sonya, I’ve spent my life searching for something real. Something that felt like home. And I found it with you. You’re everything I never knew I needed, and I can’t imagine spending a single day without you by my side. So, I’m asking you now, right here, where it all started for us, if you’ll marry me. Will you be my forever?”

The world seems to stand still, the sounds of the lake fading into the background as I stare at Jack, at the man who’s given me more love and stability than I ever thought possible.My throat tightens, and all the words I want to say seem to jumble together in a rush of emotion.

“Yes,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I nod fervently, tears spilling down my cheeks. “Yes, Jack. A thousand times, yes.”

Jack’s face breaks into the brightest smile I’ve ever seen, and he slides the ring onto my finger with a reverence that makes my heart swell. Before I can say anything else, he’s pulling me into his arms, capturing my lips in a kiss that’s soft and full of promise. It’s a kiss that says everything we’ve ever felt for each other, all the hopes and dreams and fears wrapped into one perfect moment.

I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him close, and his hands slide up my back, pressing me against him as the kiss deepens. Everything fades away except for the feeling of him, solid and sure and real, and I never want to let him go.

We break apart eventually, breathing hard as we rest our foreheads against each other. Jack laughs, and I can feel the happiness radiating off him, an echo of my own.

“I love you,” he says, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I’ll never get tired of saying that.”

I grin, pressing another kiss to his lips. “And I’ll never get tired of hearing it. I love you, Jack.”

The words settle into my heart, filling the empty places I never even knew were there. And when he slips his hand under the hem of my dress, sliding up my thigh and teasing the edge of my panties, I melt into him, letting the last of the walls come crashing down.

Because with Jack, I know I can let go.

Because with him, I know I’m safe.

“I want you, Jack,” I whisper, and his eyes darken, his hand pausing for a moment before slipping inside my panties. His fingers brush against my clit, and the contact sends a shudder through me as my legs part instinctively to give him more access.

He kisses me again, his tongue delving into my mouth as he starts stroking me. The friction sends sparks through my body. It’s slow and intimate and everything I’ve come to love about him. His fingers slide between my folds, and he teases the edge of my entrance before sliding a finger inside.

A low moan escapes me, and he swallows the sound, his tongue swirling against mine as he works me open. My hips buck against his hand, and I can feel myself getting wetter with every stroke. He adds a second finger, curling them just right, and I gasp as his thumb circles my clit.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he growls, nipping at my earlobe.

I whimper, grinding against his hand, and he presses a kiss to my jaw, trailing down my neck as he works his fingers inside me.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble. “Take what you need, Sonya.”

His words send a rush of heat through me, and I arch against him, my hips rolling in time with his thrusts. He keeps going, his pace steady and sure, and I can feel the pressure building inside me, the tension coiling tighter with every passing second.

I cry out as he hits just the right spot, sending me spiraling over the edge, and he holds me close, murmuring words of praise and encouragement as he works me through it. I come down slowly, my body shaking with the force of myrelease, and Jack kisses me again, his hands stroking my skin like he can’t get enough.

“Jack,” I breathe, looking up at him with hazy eyes. “I want you. All of you.”

His eyes darken, and he works to pull my dress off, exposing my skin to the afternoon sun. He peels his own shirt off, and I take a moment to admire the sculpted muscles of his chest and abs, the dusting of dark hair that leads a tantalizing trail below his waistband.

I reach out, tracing a path across his skin, and he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes blazing with need. “Fuck, Sonya,” he groans, pulling me against him. “You have no idea how bad I want you.”

“Show me,” I challenge, and he captures my lips in a searing kiss, his hands roaming across my body.

It’s not long before we’re both naked, and he’s pushing me back onto the blanket, hovering above me. I can feel the length of him pressing against my thigh, hot and hard, and the knowledge that he’s as turned on as I am only makes me more eager.

He trails a line of kisses down my neck, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, and my nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on. His mouth finds my breast, and he swirls his tongue around my nipple, teasing me before sucking it into his mouth as he eases himself into me.

I arch against him, moaning as he pushes deeper. Our bodies move together, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through me. He’s thick and heavy inside me, filling me in a way that makes me ache for more.

He groans, his fingers digging into my hips as he rocks into me. I can feel myself getting close, the pressure building with every stroke, and I press my head back against the blanket, losing myself in the sensation.

“Jack,” I gasp, clinging to him as my body trembles. “I’m going to come.”

“Do it,” he growls, thrusting harder, and the raw edge of his voice pushes me over the edge.

I cry out, my back bowing as I fall apart beneath him, and he follows me, his body tensing as he finds his release.

---