Page 67 of Bad Reputation

My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him.

“Look at me,” he tells me.

I open my eyes and he can tell I am close.

“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his dark eyes intense on mine.

“I love you too,” I whisper, my breath coming in gasps.

He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control — and my nipples are once again aligned with his face.

He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my chest in marks that I knew would darken to hickeys by the next day. I score his back with my nails, marking him in my own way.

My legs are locked around him, his lap soaking with my juices.

“I—” I gasp out. “I’m going to come…”

He can feel my orgasm start to wash over me as the heat of my insides clench. It is enough to push him over the edge and he comes with me. When he explodes inside of me, I scream out loud.

“Fuck! Emma, fuck,” he whispers.

I shudder against him as I ride out the last of my orgasm. He kisses my neck gently and makes his way to my lips.

Jameson lies beside me, lining our bodies up and holding me close as I struggle for breath. He’s breathing hard too, but he kisses my neck, my shoulder, the curve of my breast. Each kiss is a burning brand, causing a shudder to ripple across my exhaust body.

I want to beg him to stop, but I also want to have him again, right now. There’s something about him that just makes me insatiable. He looks up at me, then presses a kiss to my lips.

“Fuck,” he says softly, making eye contact with me.

I can’t help but laugh a little. “What?”

“Just… I was going to do this later, after I had ask your father…” He sits up, searching the floor. “I can’t wait, though. Not with you.”

I raise myself up on one elbow, cocking my head. “What are you talking about?”

Jameson pulls on his boxer briefs and keeps searching, though I can’t for the life of me figure out what he’s looking for. He finally finds his discarded pants, fishing something out.

When he turns to me, he says, “You’re going to want to be sitting up for this.”

I sit up, grabbing a pillow to put in my lap. “I’m sorry, for what exactly?”

Then Jameson drops to one knee, a solemn look on his face. I’m completely confused for a second, until he flashes me a little black velvet ring box. My hands fly to my mouth, and I look at him.

He opens the box with a snap. Inside a perfect diamond glints, an emerald cut set with baguette diamonds beside it. I can’t even process it.

“What??” I whisper. “Oh, Jameson…”

He shushes me. “Shh, let me do this properly. Emma Alderisi, you’ve known for years what I’ve only recently come to realize. We were meant to be together. I know it in my soul. You’re smart, and kind, and you always have my back. Will you also take my last name?”

I’m so astonish, my mouth just hangs agape. Jameson gives me a smile, my favorite one that is part dimple, and asks the question.

“Emma, will you marry me?”

My eyes well up, and I have to fan myself as I nod. “Yes. Oh my god, yes.”

He pulls the ring from the box, motioning for me to give him my hand. I do, tears beginning to roll down my face. He is all smiles as he puts the ring on me.

I launch myself off the bed and into his arms, knocking him over on the floor. He laughs out loud, a truly delighted sound. Then he can’t do anything but grin as I cover his entire face with kisses.

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