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“Why? Why?” I sputtered. “Did you, at any time, ask me to marry you?”
Matt’s eyes squinted. “You’re pregnant.”
I let out a short, sarcastic laugh. “Last I checked, we’re in the twenty-first century. Marriage is not a solution to pregnancy.” I noticed his distracted eyes on my chest.
“Stop looking at my boobs!”
“Babe, pacing around and gesturing in all your naked glory is damned distracting,” he muttered. “Your tits are begging to be sucked.” In an instant, he was off the bed and prowling toward me. “The doctor can wait. I need to fuck you now.”
“Don’t you dare touch me,” I yelled as I backed away. “We need to discuss this.”
I hit the dresser a few seconds before Matt’s body flattened against mine. He dragged me up against him, lowered his head and captured a nipple and sucked. I gasped as my treacherous body immediately spasmed and I felt wet and needy. Thick fingers plunged into my pussy, thrusting and seeking, curling and touching my sweet spot.
He flipped me over and bent me over the dresser. It was too narrow to lay me fully across.
“Hold on to the edge,” he growled, as a forearm banded over my boobs. “Watch me fuck you in the mirror. I’m leaving no doubt in your mind, Grace, who owns this pussy.”
I looked up and was turned on beyond belief to see Matt’s big frame covering my back, his hand working between us, stroking his cock against my drenched folds. His fingers tweaked my clit, and I cried out just as he slammed inside me.
“I can’t leave you alone,” he groaned. “I want to stay inside you all day.” He drew out and thrust back as he pounded into me. He was careful not to slam me against the dresser, his other arm protecting my belly at the same time working my clit with his fingers. And as another orgasm built low in my pelvis, I marveled at his skill as a lover.
“We’re getting married,” he whispered into my ear. “Say yes.”
“That’s not even a proposal,” I gasped, gripping the edge of the dresser as Iteetered at the precipice of my release. His fingers stopped moving and kept deliberate pressure on my pubic bone.
“You’re right.” He withdrew his cock to the edge of my pussy lips. “You will marry me.”
“Still not a proposal,” I gritted through my teeth. “Finish me off or you’ll never get another blow job from me again.”
I felt him shake with laughter over me. “Damn, you drive a hard bargain, gypsy.”
“You bet your ass I … Ahhh!” I moaned loudly as he increased pressure above my pubis and rubbed in circling motions. He drove inside me again, and I quickly shattered into a million pleasurable pulses.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His guttural groan vibrated against my back as he shot his cum inside me. He momentarily collapsed on top of me as he emptied, but he quickly released me and staggered away.
His eyes dropped to my ass and my exposed pussy. Smugness crossed his face. “My cum dripping down your legs? Fucking sexy.”
Damn Neanderthal. I straightened and rolled my eyes at him in the mirror. “I’m still not marrying you.”
“Argue all you want, Grace,” he said confidently. “You’ll be my wife by the end of this week.”
*****
“Do not call Elliot until we’ve discussed this.”
We were driving toward Montgomery Ranch in Matt’s pickup, and we’d been locked in a stalemate over calling my boss. He argued that I wasn’t ready to have another entity potentially after me.
“I’m not a fan of procrastinating,” I countered.
“Neither am I,” he shot back. “Can you give me a few days to sort this out?”
“Oh, I dunno. According to you, I’m going to be married to you in a few days,” I answered sarcastically. “Wait a minute, is that part of your plan of sortingthisout?”
“No,” he cast me an annoyed side-glance. “You’re just trouble, woman, and I seem to be forever trying to dig you out of it.”
“Might I remind you, Foster, that it takes two to make a baby.”
Matt burst out laughing. “Touché, gypsy eyes.”
