Page 114 of Bleeding Hearts

“I love being this happy.” I smile against his lips. “I’ve been thinking about something.” I bite my lip into my mouth as the idea pops into my head.

I said I was going to focus on the now, and right now, I know exactly what I want most.

“Oh, yeah?” he asks. “And what’s that?”

“What if we moved in together?” I hesitate. “You’re the person I want to fall asleep to every night and the one who I want to wake up to every morning. I want to create a home together, something I’ve never had before, and I want it all with you.” I smile at him softly. “And my rent is more expensive than yours, and I think it would be pretty stupid for me to look for a new roommate at this point. But only if you want to. I don’t want to force y—”

“Yes,” he cuts me off. “Yes, Demi, move in with me, you and Gordon. I want all of that with you. I want you in my life, now and forever, and that’s not changing.” He smiles down at me. “Plus, you already have a key.”

“Yeah, I do.” I laugh.

“So, how do you feel? About the restaurant being yours? About everything that’s to come?” he asks me.

“Nervous,” I say. “Excited,” I add. “Part of me still can’t believe it, you know? I’m getting my dream restaurant, my dream job. I have my dream man. I honestly don’t think I ever thought I’d get to be this happy.”

“You deserve all the happiness in the world, Dem. And I’m just happy I get to be a part of it all,” he says. “I don’t know how I ended up getting so lucky that I decided to go to dinner with Kade that night. Or how I convinced you to be my friend and then to become so much more.” He grabs my hand in his.

“For so long, I never thought I’d have this life. I never thought I’d have a future with the woman I love most in the world. I told myself I couldn’t. But you didn’t give me a choice. You’re impossible not to love, Demi Rhodes. I know how precarious life can be, and the fact that I get to spend the rest of mine with you is the greatest gift this world has ever given me.”

“You know how I feel?” I ask. “I feel like the luckiest woman alive because I get to spend my life with you. The man I love. My real-life prince. I feel like I’m ready to start building our life together in every way.” I look up at him with a wobbly smile. “So, what do you say? You want to go grab Gordon and some things from my place and head home? Start our life together?”

“I say fuck yes.” He kisses me, and it feels like the kiss holds a promise. A promise of our future. A promise of forever. And I can’t fucking wait for it.

I pull away slightly, looking around the room to make sure all the blinds are closed. “We should celebrate this first,” I say.

“Of course, we can celebrate it,” he responds. “What do you want to do?” he asks, and I smirk before kissing him again.

I reach down, unbuttoning his jeans and pulling down the zipper and he pulls away, raising an eyebrow at me. I drop to my knees in front of him, reaching up to slide my fingers under the waistband as I look up at him.

“This is how you want to celebrate?” he asks, and I nod, biting my lip into my mouth.

“Fuck, I love you,” he says as I pull down his jeans and boxers in one go, his cock already hard for me. He reaches behind him, yanking his shirt over his head and throwing it on the bar next to us.

“I love you more,” I whisper against his cock, wrapping my hand around the base. I lick the underside of it from base to tip before licking circles around the tip, his precum coating my tongue.

I wrap my lips around him, sucking him deep into my mouth as far as I can fit him. Then when he hits the back of my throat, I force myself to relax it, taking him even deeper.

He groans as he threads his fingers through my hair, holding on to me.

He uses his hand to move my head up and down his cock, controlling me the way he knows I love. I never thought sucking dick would be one of the things I enjoy doing so much, but with him, it’s become something I love.

Watching the way that I affect him turns me on more than I could’ve imagined.

I haven’t been able to do this since I was injured, but the second my throat started feeling better, doing this has been on my mind.

I moan around him and watch him throw his head back in pleasure as he hits the back of my throat.

“You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat,” he praises, using his hips to leisurely pump between my lips. “Such a good girl taking me so deep.”

I suck him harder between my lips, and he hisses. The hand in my hair tightens around it, gently pulling at the strands, and I feel a flood of wetness form between my legs as he does.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” he asks, looking down to where I squeeze my legs together, desperate for relief. “Yeah, I bet you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? That pretty little pussy is soaking through your tiny little thong, begging for my cock, isn’t it?”

I moan, nodding around him the best that I can.

I decided to wear a dress today, a black one that is corset-like on the top and then flows down to midthigh, to dress up for the occasion.

Now I don’t know whether to regret that or not as I feel my wetness spread onto my bare thighs.

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