Page 89 of Boss Abroad
“Liam, what the hell?”
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘what’? Did you just put a ring on my finger? On my ring finger?!”
I’m frozen in place. He’s not.
“Seemed appropriate.”
“How come you are still fucking me?”
“How am I ever supposed to stop fucking this pussy?” He thrusts in and out of me, never losing his rhythm, while a blow-up doll would be more interactive than I am currently capable of.
“Liam Gunn, is this your idea of a proposal?”
“No, don’t be daft.” The tone he takes implies I’m very much daft. Fucking British man.
“Then what is it?”
“An engagement ring.”
“That’s not how you propose!”
“I know, April. I’m not proposing. That would be stupid. That would imply I entertain the idea that this could be a question. And what we have is not up for questioning.” I’m back to meeting his thrusts. Someone book me a therapist, there’s something wrong with me. “We’re a fact, and we’re starting a future as bright as that fucking stone.” My focus goes to the ring. I look at it, really look at it for the first time. It’s gorgeous. Extravagant, blinding, and unnecessary.
Just what I would expect from Liam.
“I’ll call it a wedding ring if you let me. Because you’re mine. And I want the world to know it.” Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He turns me around and slips his cock right back in. We’re looking at each other now and he pulls my left hand between us to kiss it. First my hand, then each of my fingers, and lastly, the ring.
He places my palm on his face and looks deep into my eyes.
“Will you? Be mine?”
I huff a soundless laugh. “You’re crazy.”
“Another fact, but not the answer I was going for.” Liam shifts us again and gets on top of me. “But that’s okay.” He drives himself in at once, deep, to the hilt, and all oxygens leaves me. “I’ll fuck the yes out of you.”
He raises his upper body and lifts my legs until my calves are by my ears. I scream at the depth he reaches in this position.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No. Never.” I know he wouldn’t, but my tone comes out desperate anyway.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” I beg in a moan.
“That’s my good girl.” I clench, knowing I’ll never get tired of hearing that. He lowers his lips to my ear. “My gorgeous wife.” That’s new and makes me clench even harder. His smirk lets me know he felt that too. I fist his hair with both hands and meet his thrusts with the little leverage I have in this position.
“Come on my cock, wife.” Fuck, that really does it for me.
I moan and clamp down on him with intention.
“Then I’ll fuck every little hole in this tight body of yours to show how I’m going to love you every single day of my life. How I’ll cherish you. How I’ll drink your concerns away, one orgasm at a time, until you can’t think straight, let alone worry. Let me show you how good it’ll be to become Dr. Hadden-Gunn.”
Boom. Gone.