She begged me not to stop. I had no intention of doing such a thing. I wanted to make her scream again. I wanted to feel her tighten around me.
I fucked her harder. Janie let out a short cry before struggling to stay quiet in the office. She shook her head, knowing she couldn’t hold on to her scream as her pussy started to clench.
“Come for me,” I growled and clamped a hand over her mouth.
Janie came undone within seconds. Her legs shook and trembled against me. Her eyes rolled back and her back arched. Her pussy gave me the final pulse I needed and I let my orgasm consume me too. We rode it out together until we were both spent and breathless.
We didn’t break apart.
I was still inside her when she ran her fingers gently through my hair. “So is the ring on the screen the one you were going to get me?”
I chuckled. Sneaky woman. “I’m not telling you a single thing about the ring.”
“Pretty please?”
“No, some surprises are worth waiting for.”
She ran her hand over my bare chest. “But I feel like I’ve already waited forever.”
“And I feel like I’m at a serious disadvantage having this conversation with my cock still inside you.”
Janie giggled. “I love when your cock is inside me.”
I peppered kisses across her chest.
Janie rolled her hips, grinding against me. “I can never get enough of you, Max.”
I could hear the heat in her voice. The girl wanted more. I reached down between us and found her swollen clit. She flinched when I touched her, but softened after a couple of seconds and kissed me while she held my face in her hands.
“We should stop,” she said breathlessly. “Whoever knocked—”
“Isn’t as important as this.”
“But—”
I ran my finger down her slit to where my cock was pressed inside her. I teased her stretched skin. “I want to make you come one more time before this moment ends.”
Janie could hardly catch her breath beneath me. I pulled out of her and replaced my cock with my fingers.
“Max,” she whimpered.
“Yes, baby?”
She took my wrist in one hand and guided me in deeper. “One more time.”
“Good girl,” I praised her as I filled her with another finger.
Chapter 23
Janie
“Janie?”
A groan escaped my lips. I didn’t open my eyes as Max put his hand on my hip and gently shook me awake.
“Janie?”
His voice was a gentle hook pulling me up from my world of dark slumber, drawing me to alertness. The darkness behind my eyelids ebbed away and they began to glow red as sunlight streamed through the bedroom window.
I groaned once more and rolled over to bury my whole face in my pillow. “No.”
“Time to wake up. I have a surprise for you.”
“If it’s your dick, I don’t want it.”
“Ouch.”
“Too comfy. Too warm. Go bother someone else.”
“But you’re the only one here.”
I snuggled deeper into the pillow and drew my knees up and to the side so I was twisted in a weird pretzel fetal position. “If you wanted me to be a morning person, you should have bought a more uncomfortable mattress when I moved in.”
Max and I wasted little time after we got engaged. We went from boyfriend and girlfriend to fiancé and fiancée quickly. After all the time we’d lost between our old breakup and now, neither of us wanted to waste another second. So, Max had made arrangements and hired a moving company to help me pack all my belongings and bring everything from the apartment he’d set me up with to his mansion.
Or rather, our mansion.
That was a trip and a half.
My new home not only came with a drop-dead-gorgeous fiancé, but also an in-ground pool, a stunning painted glass skylight, gourmet kitchen, six bedrooms (one of which I planned on converting into an in-home gym complete with a spin bike and yoga equipment), and plenty of space to frolic.
Did I mention fast cars? I also now had access to a lot of those. My personal favorite was the pearl-white Audi, and not because it was the only automatic of the bunch.
Max nudged my hip again. “Open your eyes, Janie. Seriously. You’ll want to see this.”
I rolled my head and cracked open the one eye that wasn’t still hidden in my pillow. “What?”
His smiling face made it hard to stay mad at him. He looked like he’d woken recently too. His voice was nasally, like it always was after sleep, and a bit hoarse. His eyes were heavy but bright, and his hair stuck every which way.
I narrowed my one open eye at him as he pulled a hand out from under the blankets. I was surprised when he placed a small ring box on my pillow.
That got my attention. I lifted my face from the pillow, rolled onto my stomach, and propped myself up on my elbows as I picked up the box. I turned it over in my hands. “What’s this?”
Max propped himself up on an elbow too. “You know what it is.”
With excitement fluttering in my chest, I flipped the ring box open.
I gasped.
The ring sat nestled on a tiny bed of velvet folds. The diamond band disappeared into the middle, like the box itself was giving it a warm hug, but the large stone in the middle sat on proud display. It wasn’t teardrop shaped like the picture I’d seen on Max’s computer. This one was a halo cut with tiny clusters of diamonds forming a bed for the oval stone to rest on. It caught the sunlight as I turned the box side to side ever so slightly, and fractures of light danced on the ceiling above our heads.
“Max, this ring is magnificent.”
“So are you.”
“It’s too much.”
“No,” he said, wrapping me up and pressing a kiss to my cheek. “It’s just right. Here, let me put it on.”
Max took the box and I held out my hand to him. He gently lifted the ring from the folds and slid it over my ring finger, where it slid effortlessly past my knuckle to rest at the base. It fit perfectly. For a moment, it looked foreign there, like it didn’t quite belong, but the longer I stared at it, the more it began to feel like it was mine.
“I love it,” I whispered.
“I love you.”
“You’re all right.”
Max threw his head back and laughed. I cracked a grin of my own but couldn’t manage to look away from the glittering diamond on my finger until Max wrapped an arm around my waist and rolled me over with him. He stopped with me on top of him, knees pressed to the mattress, straddling him.
I planted my left hand in the middle of his chest, where I often put it when I was bracing myself and riding him. I arched an appreciative eyebrow. “You look even hotter when this ring is on my hand.”
Max chuckled. The vibration beneath my palm sent shivers through me. He closed a hand over mine. “And here I was, thinking you weren’t materialistic.”
“I wasn’t. But now I’m rich. Things change.”
He laughed again. “I should’ve known.”
“Yes, you should have. Now move your hand. I’m not done staring at my ring.”
He lifted his hand. The sunlight caught the diamond again. It glittered like it was made of magic.