Page 43 of Wicked Proposal

CHAPTERTHIRTY

EMILY

It feels like we’ve been sitting here for ages. Him still inside me, my arms wrapped around him like ivy while I cradle his head to my chest. “Em, we have to move. We’ll be home soon and I’m sure the driver doesn’t want to see us stuck like this.” He lifts his gaze smirking, but something in his eyes tells me he doesn’t really care. “Or maybe you don't want him to see you like this.” His brows bounce as his smirk turns into a grin.

“I get your point.” Lifting myself up carefully, I move to the side of him pushing my dress back down as I go. While he tucks himself away, I sit at his side tilting my head to rest on his shoulder for the rest of the journey home. It won’t be long, I’m sure. “Were you really jealous?” I ask, tipping my head up to face him. Lifting his arm, he places it around me, fitting me perfectly in the crook of his armpit as I throw my arm over his stomach while he kisses the top of my head.

“Yes, I was. I saw the way he looked at you.” His voice rises to a higher pitch and a small crease appears in his brow.

“He didn’t look at me like anything.” I giggle as his stupid comment. “How was he supposed to look at me?”

“Not like he wanted you for fucking breakfast, that would have been a start.”

“Oh, you’re just exaggerating.” I tell him, dipping my chin down again. “Anyway, after your little piss fest, he probably won’t want to represent me now. So, thanks.”

His hand appears in front of my face, lifting my chin back up to meet his gaze. “It’s only a piss fest when I can see someone wants what’s mine.”

“You know sometimes, I kinda like it when you’re all possessive, but other times, you’re just a wanker.” His eyes narrow and his lips twist in amusement just as the car pulls to a stop.

“Come on, we're home.” He leans down, kissing my lips way too briefly and sits forward leaving me to loll against the back of the leather seat.

The rear passenger door opens for Troy to get out first and my side opens next, I step out carefully onto the gravel. My feet unsteady as I stand from my heels on the decorative pebbles. Either that or my legs are a bit wobbly after the orgasm he gave me not ten minutes ago. I tread carefully as I walk around the car, Troy meets me halfway and takes my hand. he guides me back to the other side of the car where the driver is, he hands him something and takes a card from the driver. He nods, shaking his hand. Then as I go to step again, he airlifts me into his arms and takes me to the door cradling me against his chest. He puts my feet to the ground so he can open the door. I step through first, leaving my clutch on the table. I soon kick off my shoes. The cold tile is heaven on my aching feet, but I don’t really feel the full benefit, because I’m suddenly lifted from the floor again and thrown around like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder. “Now,” he states as his palm comes down firmly on my backside, enticing a little excited squeal from me. “I’m going to take my fiancée to our bedroom and I’m going to rip those knickers off and fuck her into oblivion.” Taking the stairs quickly, he quick marches us down the hallway. He turns carefully into the doorway; I see the bed just as he throws me down onto it. As I laugh at him, he raises his eyebrows and starts to undo his bow tie. I roll towards the edge and scramble to my feet.

“Let me.” I declare, grinning around sunken teeth into my lip. He holds his arms out at his sides as I tug on one end of the tie and pull it from his collar, release it from my fingers and watch as it flutters to the floor. I start on his buttons, unfastening them slowly until I’m reaching the bottom and pull the two halves open, then move to his trousers, pushing them down until they drop to the floor. Sliding my hands around his waist, his warm skin under my palms, I lean forward placing a simple peck to his chest. As his shirt hangs open, my fingers wander over his naturally cut abs, over his pecs and up his chest then his sexy broad shoulders while his hands cup my face, stroking his thumbs across my cheeks and tangles his fingers into my hair bringing his lips to mine in a soul filled kiss, one that’s so full of love my knees weaken and it’s just his hands keeping me up, holding me in place. Moving closer still, our bodies press together before he breaks it gasping.

“Your turn.” I smile wide and hold my arms out like he did, only I don’t have as much to take off. He turns me around and very slowly he drags the zip from the top. Placing his lips to my shoulder, peppering soft kisses along the back of my neck around to the other one. He hooks the shoestring straps under his fingers and pushes them down my arms until my dress is falling from me and pooling around my feet. Then palms my silky bodysuit clad sides and pushes them around to the front. “Now how am I supposed to rip this off.” I smirk, pressing my lips together, unable to answer.

“Fortunately, you can’t. But you can pop the studs.” Taking his hand, I push it between my legs, parting them just slightly for him, his fingers wandering as he finds the poppers, raising his brows like he’s found hidden treasure. Slipping his fingers under the front part he tugs hard, snapping them open. His fingers soon found my wet opening and slipped his fingers inside me making me moan loudly. He chuckles as he removes them again, and once he’d opened the fastener at the back, it was off in the quickest motion I’ve ever seen. “This will live to see another day.”

“I’m so grateful.” Batting my eyelashes sarcastically as it hangs from his fingertips before throwing it to the floor, he then pushes me down on the bed before crawling up my body. His lips trail up my body until he reaches my lips and with his elbows on either side of my head, he holds himself up. “So, you have a choice. Fucked into oblivion, or soft, sweet lovemaking.”

I sigh softly smiling at my gorgeous fiancé. “As much as I love to be fucked into oblivion can I have my sweet fiancé, it’s not very often I get him.” His fingers flutter down, pushing two fingers back inside me, my breath hitches slightly before he slides them out again and pushes inside of me. “I love you. Always.” Troy declares as he looks deep into my eyes. The green of his eyes turning darker and his lips meet mine while he does exactly what he says and makes sweet love to me.

I’m not sure what time it is when I wake. All I know is that Troy isn’t with me. I roll over onto his side of the bed, but it’s almost cold. Who knows what time he got up. He was so gentle last night as he drew every emotion from me. We were both exhausted after that, but we showered together, taking turns to bathe each other, sweeping the sponge over my skin as he kissed me, caressed me, and embraced me. Making me feel like I’m the only girl in the world. The only girl in his world.

With a deep inhale I sit up and let it out before finally getting out and pull on some leggings and a baggy t-shirt.

I have to go to the gallery this morning. Kellie and I need to clean up from last night. Put it all back to the way it was, ready for Monday morning - back to business as usual.

My phone rings with an unknown number on the bedside table. Leaning over I grab it and hit accept before placing it at my ear. “Hello. Emily Lancaster.”

“Hi, Emily. It’s Adam….? Adam Merchant, we met last night at your showcase?” His voice trails off, he sounds so unsure of himself. I better put him out of his misery.

“Hi Adam. I remember who you are,” I chuckle. “How can I help you?”

“I was wondering if you’d like to meet for coffee today. I have some people to see this morning, but I thought maybe we could meet up this afternoon, say one p.m., would that work for you?” Adam asks.

“Definitely. I need to go to the gallery this morning anyway so I could meet you there, if that’s any good.”

“It’s perfect. Okay, so I’ll be seeing you later then?”

“I’ll look forward to it, Adam.” He ends the call and I drop my phone on the bed before picking out some clothes to change into later, ready for my meeting and grab my black stilettos from the wardrobe to put with them. Now to tell Troy.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE

EMILY

I’m just lifting my cup to my mouth to drink my morning coffee when I hear the front door close. Moving to the kitchen doorway, I look down the hallway to see Troy, panting heavily, he looks absolutely delicious as he puts his water bottle on the table. My lips pause at the rim of my cup while dragging my greedy eyes up and down his short-clad body, his running top clinging to his skin. Leaning back to rest my back against the doorframe I take my cup away from my mouth, licking my dry lips while I wait for him to look up and see me. It feels like an age, but then it’s like I’m all he sees when his eyes meet mine, a sexy smile dancing on his lips as he nears me.

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