Page 71 of The CEO's Sweetheart Deal
I nod, my throat thick with emotion. “I don’t ever want to go back to the life I had before you came back into it.”
“You don’t have to. I’m right here.”
“I know,” I whisper. “And I know that I can count on that.”
Her lips part slightly, like she’s about to say something. But I shift, pulling the box from my jacket, and open it between us.
Her breath catches.
Inside is a simple, elegant ring — gold band, oval diamond, timeless. Just like her.
“Alice,” I say, heart hammering. “Will you marry me?”
She stares at me for a second. Just stares. Then, with tears springing into her eyes, she nods so hard I’m afraid her head might fall off.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, yes, yes.”
The ring trembles in my fingers as I slide it onto her hand. It fits perfectly.
And then she’s kissing me — hard, deep, frantic.
She climbs into my lap before I even register what’s happening, her hands in my hair, her breath hot against my cheek.
We’ve kissed a hundred times. A thousand. But this one is different.
This one feels like fire. Like desperation mixed with assurance.
It feels like home.
I kiss her back, hands roaming over her waist, her thighs. She’s wearing one of those flowy travel dresses, soft cotton that lifts easily as she straddles me. I tug the hem up, groaning as I feel the bare skin of her legs wrap around me.
“Are we really doing this?” she murmurs against my lips. “Mile-high club on your own jet?”
“I was hoping,” I say, nipping at her neck.
She lets out a soft laugh that turns into a moan as I slide my hands under her dress and over the curve of her ass.
Clothes disappear quickly. My shirt is the first to go, then her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and the sight of her — flushed, smiling,mine— is almost enough to undo me just by itself.
She grinds her hips against me, slow and teasing, her hair falling loose in little tendrils around her face .“You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” she whispers. “Me and you… up here on the plane.”
“I could tell you no,” I whisper back. “But I would be lying.”
She reaches her hand between us, wrapping her fingers around my length. I hiss in pleasure, my entire body responding to her touch. She strokes me slowly, gently squeezing and teasing.She’s trying to drive me crazy, and she’s doing a damn good job at it.
I dig my fingers into her ass, nails biting into her flesh. Her sweet smell smothers me, and my mouth waters with the need to lick every inch of her. She’s in charge right now, though, so I’ll let her take the lead… for the first round, anyway.
Releasing my length, she adjusts on my lap and lowers herself onto me, taking me in with one smooth move. We both suck in a breath, overwhelmed by the magic of it all. It’s always like this — hot, electric, impossibly close – but it never gets old, never stops being shockingly good.
She rides me slowly at first, her hands braced on my shoulders, our foreheads touching. Every move, every gasp, every shift of her hips is wrapped in something deeper than lust.
It’s love. Pure, overwhelming love.
She arches into my touch, her eyes fluttering shut, lips parted. She’s an angel, a perfect creature that I couldn’t have dreamed up in a million years. But she’s here. She’s real.
She’s mine.
I hold her tighter, thrusting up into her as she rides me harder, faster. We move in sync, tangled in limbs and breath, her name on my lips.
