“You’re right.” I slid down her dress. “And that’s because we won’t be separated.”
“I just hope that. . .we still get to see each other regardless.”
“I’m not playing.” I walked around and stopped in front of her. “If you have to leave, then I go too.”
She grinned. “Your father won’t let you leave.”
“He has no choice. If he wants me to chase more monsters, then you’ll need to be by my side. I don’t trust anybody else with the task of being my partner.” I drank her in. She wore a pink lace bra and panties. “I would go crazy without you by my side.”
She lifted her hands to my jacket.
I moved them away. “You’re not completely naked yet, Agent Barron.”
“So, bossy.”
“Get used to it.”
She undid her bra and dropped it to the floor. “I’m not taking anything else off until I see some muscle.”
I wrenched off my jacket and lay it on the long table. Then, I took off my shirt.
“You are cut from God.” She tried to touch me again.
I moved her hands away. “Panties.”
She pouted but did as ordered.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as she stepped out of those panties. “I hope you’re not too hungry.”
“I won’t be if you take off those pants.”
I grunted. “Get on the table.”
“And what will I be doing there?”
“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth.”
She grinned. “That sounds like a lovely appetizer.”
“Damn.” I unzipped my pants. “I wonder if I will be able to marry you several times.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“It may be.”
She bit her bottom lip. “I had no idea how nasty you were.”
“Once all work is done, one can only play.”
“I love the way you play.”
I brought out my thick cock, engorged with the need to be inside her. I could practically see her mouth-watering, watching her swallow as she eyed me with expectation.
“Thirsty?” I grabbed the bottle of champagne out of the bucket, picked up a knife, and then used the back of the knife to open it. Bubbly liquid dripped down the glass when the bottle popped, and I aimed it over my cock.
“Come here,” she whispered.
I brought my cock to her mouth.
She turned to it and sucked the length inside.
“My God. You’re driving me crazy.” I poured a little champagne into her mouth while she sucked me.
She licked the champagne off my cock.
No regrets. Not one.
Unable to deal with her sucking, I pulled my cock out, set the bottle on the table, and took her. “Why did I think we would eat while you were naked?”
“It could have happened.”
“No. I really didn’t think this night through. Of course, I’m going to fuck you first.”
“The food looks good.”
“Not as good as you.” I got on top of the table. Within seconds, I slid inside of her. “This was a crazy idea.”
“Oh.” She moaned.
“What was I thinking?”
She panted. “I love your cock so much I’m not complaining.”
I pulled out. “I just wanted you to not be worried or have any regrets.”
“So, you followed Brett’s advice and took me to a restaurant where we get butt naked?” She grinned. “And why did you stop fucking me just now?”
I stared into those beautiful eyes. “I’m going to dedicate my life to making you happy.”
“That’s why I said yes, Agent King. And I also plan to be the best wife in the world.” She scanned the place. “Although. . .I hope you’re not always expecting this.”
I grinned. “No.”
“Let’s finish what you were doing.”
Groaning, I pierced her again and devoured her mouth. This time the kiss was slower. Softer. She wrapped her legs around my waist.
Immediately, I felt like an idiot for following this idea. But that was why I loved her. She made me nervous. She made me want to do crazy things to please and excite her. She made me want to be a better man.
“God, I love you.” Before she could speak, I was kissing her again.
Crazy date idea or not, I took my time making love to her. My cock filled every inch of her pussy. She moaned as I ground against her clit and pumped in a perfect rhythm.
Realizing the table might be uncomfortable for her back, I rolled us over.
She straddled me more. Such a strong-minded woman, she tried to take over, but I wouldn’t have it. I dominated her from the bottom, showing her who would wear the pants in this relationship.
Granted, she would tell me what pants to wear and how to wear them.
“I love your pussy.” I grabbed her hips and guided her up and down my cock.
She leaned down, stuffing my mouth with a nipple.
I growled, “Yes.”
The poor table rocked and squeaked. I hoped to God that it wouldn’t break, but deep inside, I didn’t care.
“Oh, I’m so close.”
“Are you now?” I sucked on her nipple and slammed my cock into her.
“Ah!” Her body trembled against me.
“Yes.” I kept the rhythm. Soon, I was climaxing with her. Right as her pussy warmed and squeezed my length tight. I held her down and thrust up, giving into my own release and following her over the edge. My cock swelled as I emptied inside that lovely pussy.
With the way we were fucking, our mothers would have those grandkids that they wished for soon.
I growled with pleasure.
“Oh my God.” She fell on top of me. Her body went limp and soft.
Unable to help it, I thrust the last of my cum into her.
Well. . .this place wasn’t a complete waste. I enjoyed that.
The date ended up being a good idea.
We ate after that, fucked some more, had dessert, and then finished with round three. By the time I put back on my clothes and led us to the car, I knew my cock needed a break.
I drove us to the house.
Haven passed out in the passenger seat.
Instead of waking her, I picked her up and carried that small frame to our bedroom. I couldn’t help feeling like the luckiest man alive.
She’s right. Everything will be okay. It has to be. I won’t accept anything else.
Epilogue
Meet the Parents
Alexander
By the next morning, that feeling of luck disappeared. My body remained on edge. I paced back and forth in the living room.
Haven left the kitchen. “Would you relax?”
“I am relaxed.” I ran my fingers through my hair.
She placed her hands on her hips. “You have your holster on with the gun in it. Is that how you’re going to greet your parents?”
“He’s the director too.”
“He’s your father and you need to put your gun away. This is not showing him that our working together will remain professional.”
Groaning, I took off the holster along with the gun and set it down.
Mrs. Barron ducked her head out of the kitchen doorway. “An elegant couple is walking up to the house. Very good-looking. Must be your parents.”