Page 14 of Sitting Pretty

I feel love radiating off him, and dammit, my heart expands to welcome it in.

What is it about him that makes me feel safe and secure?

His honesty? Surely.

The care and love he has for his family? Definitely.

That he showed me off to his friends on our first date? Absolutely!

He’s not just eye candy, he’s so much more, and I feel fortunate no one else figured it out before I met him.

“You’ve already made your mark, Lucas. Now claim me as your own.”

He lifts to meet my eye. “Do you think you could fall in love with me, Aila?”

“I think I already have.”

Exhaling slowly, he smiles and thrusts his hips forward, filling and stretching me in one motion, taking my breath away. “I love you, too.”

EPILOGUE

AILA

“Sit pretty for me,” Lucas says huskily as I crawl up his body from beneath the sheets. We’ve been living together since our first date, even though he never technically moved in. He doesn’t want to fall asleep without me, and I don’t want to wake up alone—so everything just fell into place.

I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb and smile, kissing him as he grips the back of my thighs to encourage me to continue moving up and aligning my pussy with his ever-eager and talented mouth.

Gone are the days I worry about smothering him. The man is so gifted; he gets me off before he runs out of air.

Straddling his head, I arch my back and grip my ankles, glancing up at the ceiling before closing my eyes and letting his first lick of my pussy send blood rushing to my clit. He digs his fingers into my hips as he licks, sucks, and fucks me with his mouth, his tongue plunging deep and quickly working me toward my morning orgasm.

We wake each other up this way at least once a week. I rouse him up by crawling under the sheets, and once he comes, he asks me tosit pretty.

It’s the greatest damn ritual I’ve ever been a part of, and the best part of waking up… Fuck Folgers.

Within minutes I’m coming undone, rolling off him only after he’s drained me of every drop flowing from my pussy. He settles himself between my thighs and thrusts forward, filling and stretching me with his impressive cock while kissing me with a hint of my arousal on his whiskers.

“I love waking up with you,” I moan, hooking one ankle behind his back. The other I stretch out and hold near my head, letting him working himself in and out of me as deep as possible. Like I said, I’m bendy.

“I love you all day, every day,” he growls, clamping down his control as he makes each stroke count, rubbing my g-spot until I’m a quivering mess.

“Oh, Lucas!” I moan right before my climax hits, my cunt gripping and pulsating around his cock, pulling him over the edge with me.

Lucas buries his face in my neck, grunting through his release, cursing under his breath, and filling me with his come. We lie in post-orgasmic bliss for several minutes, wrapped in each other’s arms, before he brings his head up to look at me. “Before we go to the graduation party this afternoon, I have a question for you.”

“Yes, Hustler?”

“I like that word. Keep it on the tip of your tongue.” Lucas rolls to his side of the bed, opening the table drawer. “I don’t have a lot to my name, but I’ll hustle every day to make sure you never go without what you want.”

I suck in my breath when he rolls over with a blue velvet box, my eyes wide as he kneels beside me.

“Aila, you are perfect for me. Every day we’re together is the best day of my life. Will you give me a lifetime of perfect and marry me?”

I sit up with tears in my eyes and say the only word that makes sense. “Yes.”

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