And to my surprise, the brunette stood up abruptly, her fine form bouncing as she put her hands on her hips, glaring at me, her gaze shooting sparks.
“If one more person tells me I don’t know what I want because of my age, I swear I’m gonna kick something,” she said through gritted teeth. “Because I know exactly what I want and that’s this.”
And without further ado, she marched around the large mahogany desk and plunked herself into my lap, that beautiful ass smashed up against my cock, my dick immediately finding that sweet space between her thighs, right up next to her pussy.
And although I was surprised, I’ve never been a man to say no to a beautiful woman.
“Well, well,” I drawled, my hands running up and down her arms, that lusciousness so close, so near that my senses were overloading. But I forced myself to focus. “What is this?” I growled, my heart going like a jackhammer.
And Lindy smiled at me then, that pink pout so delectable, so sweet. “I missed you,” she breathed, and leaned in for a deep kiss. And oh god, she was so tempting, so desirable that my cock punched up against that bouncy ass, trying desperately to find where it belonged, her warm wetness so close yet covered by frustrating layers of cloth. I growled, taking her mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips, exploring her warm, wet cavern, her breasts bouncing in my hands, hips wriggling provocatively. But before I completely lost it, I forced myself to focus once more.
“Lindy,” I sat back, grabbing her arms and holding her away from me. It was only a few inches, but it was enough. I looked deep into her eyes, drowning in the chocolate pools, forcing myself to speak again. “Little girl, I need to know that you’re okay, baby. Because once I start, I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna be below me, screaming and panting, and you’re not getting up until I say you can.”
And the girl just smiled at me, her breath warm, her body tense yet relaxed near mine.
“It’s absolutely what I want Chris,” she breathed. “You’re what I want because,” and here she paused, “my mom and dad had an unexpected courtship. I’m not going to get into it now, but let’s just say that they got married when no one approved, not one of my grandparents attended the ceremony. And you know what? It’s worked. They’ve been happily married twenty years, and so I know that we can make it work.”
My body grew hot then, my jaw clenching as her words sank in. Twenty years? More like I wanted fifty years with this beauty, shit, even that wasn’t enough. A lifetime was more like it.
But I still didn’t get it.
“But honey,” I ground out. “What about the way we met? You hated that, you thought I was buying you, that you traded sex for money.”
The girl nodded soberly, her brown eyes meeting mine.
“I admit that we met in a … um, untraditional way,” she said softly, “but that doesn’t mean that what we have now isn’t real. I’ve been thinking, and I think everyone ‘buys’ others to some extent, it’s just a question of how explicit it is. I mean, my mom’s never worked during her marriage so I guess my dad has ‘bought’ her for the last twenty years, right? It was part of their marriage pact.”
And I growled deep in my throat.
“But honey, that’s completely normal. Your mom is taken care of because she’s a wife,” I ground out. “I’d want that for my wife as well, I’d want to provide for her and my family, but we’re talking about something different. You weren’t my wife, you were a girl whose body I wanted, and which I paid for, I admit. And that transaction was making you question everything, our love for one another, our devotion, our mutual trust and understanding.”
And the brunette nodded at me, her eyes growing wide at the word “love.”
“I know, Chris,” she whispered, her breath warm against my skin. “But I’ve realized that as cheesy as it sounds, love can triumph … if you’ll just let it. And we love each other, don’t we? We love spending time together, talking, fighting, loving, we’re a match through and through, aren’t we?”
And the lump in my throat was so big, so enormous that I could hardly make out any words. But I forced myself because this was literally the most important moment in my life and I couldn’t let her down. I couldn’t let down my best girl, who’d pushed through her own inhibitions, her own justifiable concerns and doubts, to end up here, with me, believing in me, in us, trusting me and revealing her heart.
“Baby,” I ground out, pressing my forehead against hers. “I’ll make it worth it to you. I promise,” I rumbled deep in my throat. “There is no one more precious to me than you because yeah, we started off in an unsavory situation but I’ve never regretted it. Never,” I ground out roughly.