Page 176 of Wicked Fantasies

“What trip down memory lane would be complete without a visit here?”

She immediately noticed the original bench, which had been covered with graffiti, had been replaced. “It’s not the same one.”

Troy wrapped his arm around her waist. “Apparently part of the beautification of the city was to replace all of the old wooden benches with metal ones. The others were covered in carved-out initials, remember?”

She nodded. “Two of those initials were ours.” She looked around and noticed the new metal benches surrounding the lake, and then she looked back at the one in front of her, confused. “This bench is still made of wood.”

“I made a phone call when I heard they were doing work on the park. And then a little donation.” Troy drew her attention to a new plaque that hung on the back of the wooden bench.

As Faith read the words, her eyes welled with tears. Apparently happy crying was becoming a habit for her.

This bench was donated in honor of the love of my life.

It was here Faith said yes and agreed to become my wife.

“Oh my God. That’s beautiful.”

Troy beamed. “And it rhymes.”

“So it does.” They laughed together until Troy reached out and pulled her into his strong embrace. She’d never quite gotten over how good it felt to be enveloped by this large frame. She loved the feeling of being surrounded by him—it always made her feel protected and cherished.

“One of the happiest days of my life was the day you said you’d marry me, Faith.”

She pulled away just a bit to look at him. “Smartest decision I ever made.”

He bent down and kissed her, their lips betraying their need for each other. She wanted him more than she’d wanted him in a long time. Hell, maybe more than she’d ever wanted him. His thigh moved inward, brushing between her legs and she thrust forward, driving herself against his strong leg muscle, trying to find surcease for her aching pussy.

His hand delved beneath her jacket, plucking at her hard nipples in the way he knew she loved, and the action caused her to push against his thigh even harder.

“Sex,” she murmured against his lips when he lightened the kiss, nipping playfully at her lower lip.

“Not yet. We’re still in public.”

“I don’t give a shit.” She didn’t. She would happily lie down on this bench—her bench—and say yes all over again if only he’d make love to her.

“The night’s still young.”

She growled. “Oh my God. I’m going to have to kill you now.”

He laughed at her threat. “Anticipation,” he said, repeating his earlier words.

“Insanity. Mine. Coming soon if you don’t fuck me.”

Troy pulled away, feigning affront. “Here I am trying to be romantic and all you can think about is sex, sex, sex.”

Faith grinned coyly as her hand launched a sneak attack on his covered cock. He gasped when her hand brushed against his all-too-prevalent erection. “I don’t appear to be the only one thinking about sex, Troy.”

Troy grasped her wrist firmly in his hand. She thought he meant to pull it away, so she was surprised when he pushed it against his cock, harder. “Take a good long feel, Faith. I want you to remember exactly what you’re going to have pounding between your legs tonight. I’m going to fuck you for hours. Going to have you begging for mercy.”

“Mercy?” she asked. “Or more?”

His eyes darkened at her sensual teasing. “I’m going to warn you now, Faith. This isn’t going to be a night of the same-old, same-old. None of that comfortable, easy lovemaking we’ve fallen into. I’ve been planning tonight for weeks and I’ve had plenty of time to figure out all the ways I’m going to take you.”

Faith felt her knees go weak at his naughty threat.

“Like?” she prompted, loving Troy’s sudden talent for dirty talk. She could feel her arousal gathering and she briefly wondered if it was seeping through her jeans.

“Like tying you up and fucking every part of your sexy body.”

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