Page 93 of Marry Me, Right Now

My arms slid around her so naturally, that I realized how much I couldn’t stand not being able to do this every day. Pulling her on top of me, her body settled against mine perfectly.

Her lips parted, drawing me in, our mouths hungry and urgent. Her tiny moan almost undid my resolve to ask my important question. Pulling away from her reluctantly, I gazed into those sweet, warm ey

es, holding her face between my palms.

“Mia,” I said slowly, “Please tell me what you want.”

“Bedroom. Now.”

That wasn’t exactly the answer I needed to hear, but I was happy to wait an hour or so.

M I A

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BEDROOM

Jacob grabbed my hand as we rushed to the bedroom, ripping our own clothes off in our hurry to be in his bed naked together as quickly as possible.

He kissed me with his entire body, pulling me against him as his lips ground into mine. His hand stroked along my stomach, pressing against me firmly as he worked his way lower until his fingers slid between my legs, opening my pussy lips as I moaned against him. Tracing two fingertips around my entrance, I could feel my arousal wet against his skin.

As he slid inside me, I gasped, my hips tilting so that my clit was grinding against his palm.

“Is that what you wanted?” he whispered, grinning as he thrust deeper.

“Mmm hmm,” I murmured, completely inarticulate as I spread my legs wider for him. The way his eyes raked over my figure from my lips to my toes drove me crazy. He seemed to think I was wildly sexy, and because of that, I felt it. Like some kind of free, sexual woman who is so open she can do whatever she wants.

I rolled him onto his back, my knees beside his hips as I gripped his hot erection in my hand. Stroking him firmly, I began rubbing him against my skin, licking my lips at him as he stared at me.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he said.

I wanted to make another crack about the only time he ever cursed was when we were naked, but it didn’t seem like the appropriate time to make a joke.

Working the thick head of his cock between my soaked pussy lips, I begin sinking him inside me.

He sat up for a second, cupping my face in his hands. “I love... When you take control.”

He kissed me gently, so sweetly romantic as I was slowly rocking up and down over him. Then he laid back, gripping my hips as he groaned softly. “Mia, you are too perfect.”

Arching back, I placed my hands on his thighs, openly humping his thick cock while he stared at me writhing over him. I felt so open, so comfortable with him, that I wasn’t ashamed of being so utterly wanton. I felt the heat gathering across my hips, and couldn’t stop moaning, begging, “Harder, please. Oh, Jacob, yes...”

A tiny sound toward the door startled me, and I turned to see a man standing there with his mouth open. I screamed as I jumped off Jacob, clutching a sheet to cover myself.

Jacob must have seen the shadow of the intruder as he ran, as he had thrown on a pair of shorts and torn off down the hallway before I could even stop screaming.

JAC OB

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INTERRUPTION

I was genuinely ready to attack whoever was in my home, not just for trespassing, but for upsetting Mia at the worst possible time. I needed to wrap my hands around the sonofabitch’s throat and squeeze until the light in his eyes died. Then I saw it was George, standing in the foyer about to leave.

“What the hell were you doing?” I yelled.

He shrugged, half laughing. “I thought I was finally gonna catch you with some bimbo, you know.”

“I’m married. Quite happily, I might add.”

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