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Ramsey lifted his arms to cradle my face in his hands. “Then marry me because you love me, Emerson. Marry me because I love you. Marry me because we’re not good for anyone else. Marry me because I’ll never try to cure you of me, and because you know that I can’t ever be cured of you. Marry me because what we have is the most electrifying thing in the world, baby.”

As I stared into his dark eyes, I knew this for the pure insanity that it was, but I also didn’t care. I didn’t care that we were a toxic mixture of love and pride. I didn’t care that we brought out the worst in each other, something that I should abhor after everything that my parents had been through. I didn’t care that this boy was probably going to break my heart again. I didn’t care because I also had the power to break his, and that made all the difference in the world.

“I meant what I said earlier, Ramsey,” I told him. “There won’t ever be a third chance.”

“I know,” he replied as he dropped his hands from my face. “I know it like I know my own name.”

“Then I guess the only thing left to do is get married,” I said, and the relief in his eyes nearly broke my heart all over again.

“Then I guess the only thing left to do is get married,” he echoed, wrapping me up in his arms, and me not wanting to be anywhere else in the world.

Epilogue

Ramsey – (Ten Years Later)~

Iwas instantly irritated when the sound of my office door opened. I’d told my secretary this morning that I wasn’t to be interrupted, no matter what.

After college, I had told my father to go fuck himself, and Deke, Liam, and I had started up our own financial consulting firm, and we’d been kicking ass for the past few years. On most days, I got home at a decent hour, though some days, I didn’t. Today was looking like it might be one of the days that I wouldn’t if I kept getting interrupted.

When I looked up to see who would dare just walk in, I was surprised to see that it wasn’t Liam or Deke. However, this visitor was better than either of those two.

The corner of my lip lifted in a smirk as I leaned back in my chair, resting my hands across my stomach. My eyes greedily took her in as she stepped further into my office. “One of these days, we’re going to get caught, and then what are we going to do?”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I thought that you said I was worth the risk,” she reminded me.

“You are,” I conceded, and simply because she was. “But how would we ever live this down if we got caught?”

She kept walking until she rounded my desk. I watched silently as she pushed the papers that I’d been working on aside, then took a seat on the oak. She kicked off her heels, then placing a perfectly pedicured foot on my chair between my spread legs, she pulled my chair closer.

She leaned forward, and her cleavage was front and center. “But sometimes this is the only way that I can see you,” she pointed out. “Do you want me to leave?”

Before I could answer, she was spreading her legs for me and showing me that perfectly trimmed triangle.

Fuck me, she wasn’t wearing any panties.

My dick was at full mast and ready to fuck. “Did you lock the door?”

Her delicate fingers were already unbuttoning her blouse. “Yes, I did, sir.”

“Did Mariah see you?”

She shook her head. “No. I made sure to sneak by her. No one knows that I’m in here, Ramsey.”

I stood up as I smirked. “They will, once they hear you screaming the walls down.”

Her eyes flared. “I hope so.”

Her blouse slid off her shoulders, and I was treated to the magnificent sight of her big tits encased in white lace. “God, I love your tits, baby.”

My hands were at the zipper of my slacks when she spread her legs wide enough to move her skirt up her thighs, making her open and bared to me. “What about that? How do you feel about that?”

I could see her juices already glistening all over her pussy lips. I had my dick in my hand, and scooting her to the edge, I slammed my cock deep in one thrust. She screamed as I answered, “That’s how I feel about your pussy.”

I placed a hand on her chest, then pushed her back until she was sprawled across my desk, and then I proceeded to fuck her like privacy wasn’t an issue.

“Oh, God…Ramsey…”

“You wanted to play the slut and come here without any panties on,” I reminded her. “Well, now you’re going to be fucked like one.”

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