Page 95 of Marry Me, Right Now

u want us to sell the condo and move to the country, I’d do it. If you want me to sell the company and move to Iceland, or give away all of the money and we’ll run an art studio somewhere together, I’d do it.”

Gently kissing my forehead, he whispered, “I want there to be a million more moments so that I can fall in love with you again and again. Please don’t judge me by my family.”

Cupping my face gently in his hand, his eyes burned into mine. “If it would make you happy I’ll never speak to any of them again. Mia, I love you. I need you. Nothing else matters.”

I couldn’t believe he had just said that. We had been ignoring the obvious for so long, trying to focus on our arrangement, and now every last wall had fallen. I froze, completely shocked. My lungs locked.

His arms shook me slightly. “Please, baby, say something. Anything.”

“I love you, Jacob,” I choked. It felt like there was no air left in my body, but I finally managed to speak the words I’d been holding back for ages. His thumb stroked my cheek, wiping away my tears. He was so tender that I almost began crying again.

“I love you, Mia.” He curled down to kiss me, soft as a breeze, while we finally both calmed down. Pulling my arms out of the blanket, I wrapped them around his shoulders, snuggling against his chest. “You feel so good there,” he murmured.

“Fine, I’ll just stay here being snuggly,” I joked. “Jacob, I... Thank you.”

“For what, baby?”

“For seeing me for me the way nobody else ever has. For smashing down my shields and walls. For being a real partner.” I kissed his cheek, then just snuggled him, trying to slow my choppy breathing.

“It’s done now,” he sighed. “George will spread the word, probably minus the embarrassing part, and we can relax. The show is over.”

“Um–” I thought I stopped just in time, but he heard it.

He held me tighter. “Mia, we’re a team. We’re magical together. Please – be my wife, my partner, for real.”

I nodded, shaking, too emotional to speak.

“Say it.” He pulled me up to hold my face in his hands as if he were trying to burrow into my mind with those stormy eyes. “Please, Mia. Say it.”

“So, we’ll actually be together? Married for real, just like that?” I blurted. Oh god, I thought, please don’t let him hear my heart pounding.

He took my hand, smiling as he kissed each fingertip. “Would that make you happy?”

“Yes,” I breathed, without even thinking. The answer was already there. But I just couldn’t believe it. “You’re sure you want to be married to me?” I blurted.

“Yes. You have no idea how much, Mia,” he said as his lips met mine.

Our kiss grew deeper, as the blanket fell away and we pressed against each other. Then Jacob suddenly stopped. “If you’re not in the mood anymore, I totally understand.” He placed his hand over my heart. “I’m so sorry, baby – that must have scared you to pieces.”

“My heart is racing for another reason,” I murmured.

He looked a bit relieved, which aroused me even more. Since he seemed to like it when I took charge, I pulled him on top of me, as he kissed along my throat, making me twitch with anticipation.

His hand circled my outer breast, tracing along the curve as his other hand slid down my stomach to nestle between my legs again. His thick finger eased inside of me, then begin stroking in and out as my juices began flowing again almost immediately. His lips fastened around my nipple, swirling his tongue over my delicate skin.

Running my hands down his chest, his chiseled abs, I reached his huge girth, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking slowly.

“I love the way you touch me,” he muttered, switching to the other side, kissing and licking my breast while I tried not to whimper.

Feeling him throbbing under my fingers, knowing that we would probably be doing this every day for the foreseeable future, had me shuddering with desire. His fingers were stroking deeper and faster, as my hips began to quiver.

He shifted his hips, freeing himself from my grasp and spreading my legs wide. The hot, bulbous head of his huge shaft sunk between my pussy lips while we both moaned. As he gently slid inside, stretching me open, I thought I might scream. It was so overwhelming, too perfect for my brain to process. My choked little cry seemed to arouse him even more.

“Yes, baby,” he murmured, rocking gently as his huge cock slowly drove into me. I gasped as he pushed deeper, feeling my body open for him.

“Mmm yes… Jacob, I love the way you fuck me,” I whispered. His long, smooth thrusts were filling me perfectly, touching every nerve inside me as I quivered beneath him.

He pulled out, giving me a saucy grin. “Your language, Mrs. Stoneburrowes. Positively atrocious.”

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