Fraternization Rule (Risque Contracts Book 3)(17)

My brow furrowed, not understanding her question, “What do you mean? I told you, I want you to be mine.”

“But why. Why specifically now?”

I gritted my teeth at her inquiry, irritated that she was so close to seeing my ulterior motive. Did it really matter though? In the end, it was all because I loved her and couldn’t live without her.

“Are you proposing just so I won’t leave?” Her voice was rising in pitch and it made me wince. I refused to attribute any of my reaction to guilt.

“Of course I don’t want you to leave, sweetheart,” I answered honestly. “But, does it really matter when I marry you when it was always going to happen anyway?”

“Yes it matters, Gabe!” she screeched. “You’re supposed to propose because you’re overcome with the need to marry me. Because your love is so strong that you have no other choice. Not because I was thinking of leaving and you had no other solution.”

Was. That told me all I needed to know. She’d decided to stay. “Charlotte, look at me,” I commanded. Her eyes immediately found mine. “Do you believe that I love you?” She nodded without hesitation, saving herself another count on the tally. “Does it really matter, in the long run, why I’m choosing now when we both know it was going to happen eventually?”

She considered me for a few moments and I could practically see the cogs whirling in her mind.

“Do you want to marry me, Charlotte?”

“Yes.” Her voice waivered and she smiled tentatively.

I surged up from the floor and lifted her into my arms, twirling her around, drowning in the beautiful sound of her laughter. “Then let that be your answer now.”





Chapter 11


Gabe


“Yes.” Her voice was muffled by my shirt, but I felt her answer to the depth of my bones.

When I stopped moving, I let her slide down my body until her feet touched the floor. I wanted her to feel how much I wanted her. Then I cupped her face in my hands and looked deep into her eyes for a moment. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

I was getting more and more excited to teach her different methods of pleasure. I knew I’d have to go slow and make sure she wasn’t frightened by it, because I knew she’d love it in the end.

“Of course.”

I fucking love this woman.

“I want to teach you about some of my sexual preferences, things I think we will enjoy doing together.”

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued rather than wary.

My woman is fucking awesome.

I kissed her with all of my pent up passion from the evening. When I pulled back, she looked dazed and excited. “Go to the bedroom and strip, get in bed and wait for me on your back, legs open. Okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, a sweet blush tingeing her nose and cheeks with pink. I turned her towards the bedroom and patted her ass to get her moving. She padded down the hall and I went into the kitchen to get the first thing I would need.

When I entered the bedroom, I was pleased to see she’d done exactly as I’d asked. I set the container in my hands down on the floor and walked to the end of the bed to see the full effect. After simply admiring the view for a moment, I reached out and ran a finger between the lips of her pussy. It came away shiny and I stuck it in my mouth, her taste building my need.

“You have no idea how absolutely gorgeous you are right now, sweetheart. Your pink pussy open and already drenched for me.” She squirmed a little, but didn’t close her legs. I winked at her in approval, and rounded the bed, stopping at her side of the headboard.

“I’m going to cuff you to the bed, sweetheart. All right?” She nodded in response. I sat beside her and kept our gazes locked. “When I ask a question, I need you to answer me out loud. I don’t want to misinterpret anything.”

Her head started to bob again, but stopped halfway, “Yes, you can, um, cuff me.” She looked uncertain and excited at the same time. It was going to be the biggest challenge of my life to get through my plans without coming.

I grabbed the pair of buttery soft, leather restraints in the table beside the bed that I’d put there just for this occasion. The chain attached to both sides of the headboard, then met in the middle where there was a gadget that allowed the person cuffed to turn over without getting twisted up.

After affixing her hands in the cuffs, I lifted a silk swath of fabric and showed it to her. “Do you trust me enough to let me blindfold you? I’ll only go as far as you’re comfortable with, as long as you agree to let me push your boundaries a little.”

She looked between me and the black silk a few times, then took a deep breath, “Yes, I trust you,” she whispered. “You can blindfold me.” As I tied it around her head, I gave her a quick kiss of appreciation.