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The tears I was trying to stop break free as she throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around me and holding me as tight as she can as her little body shakes. I rub her back and try to calm her.

“Sweetie. Please calm down. You’ll make yourself sick. Please. I love you, little one. You’re killing me.” She sobs harder and pulls back to look at me. Her face is red and blotchy as I try to wipe the tears from her face.

“Y-you.” She stutters over her words. “You love me?”

“More than anything.” God, I hope that doesn’t fucking scare her, but it’s the truth. I do love her. That must be the answer to all these crazy things I’m feeling. It’s the only thing it can be, and I never want this feeling to go away. It makes me feel alive.

“I love you, too,” she says, a smile spreading across her face. I can feel one pull at mine, too. I feel like the weight of the world is lifted off me because now I know this fight for her won’t be as hard as I thought it might be.

“Your tears say otherwise,” I tell her, wiping yet another droplet before leaning in and kissing her cheeks.

“Happy tears. It’s all so much to take in. The past few days have been unreal. I thought I was losing it all. That I might not mean that much to you. That this thing was normal to you and you did it with all your assistants. That maybe I was seeing things that weren’t there.”

“There is no faking what we have, Kennedy. The things we shared today are real. I can promise you I’ve never felt like this or done this with anyone else. Just you, sweetie. Always you.” I reach into my pocket and pull out a little box. Her eyes widen as I open it.

“Oh my God. That can’t be…”

“It was my favorite from your drawings. I thought it was perfect for you.” The ring has a giant circular diamond in the center, surrounded by little glittering diamonds. The platinum band is studded with pink diamonds shaped like little bows.

“It’s my favorite, too. I can’t believe you got this out of my drawing book. You looked at the pictures?”

“I look at everything that has to do with you, Kennedy.” Her face lights up as I slide it on her finger. “Now tell me you’ll marry me.”

“Just because I work for you doesn’t mean you can boss me around when we’re at home.” She raises her chin a little, and fuck, I know I’m going to love these little bouts of defiance. Because I know how I’ll get her to change her mind. I slide one hand between her legs, going straight for her clit. She lets out a little moan.

“Say it,” I growl, leaning in and biting her neck. She jerks against me.

“Yes, I’ll marry you.”

“Good girl,” I tell her, kissing the spot I bit.

“Do I still work for you?” Her question comes out breathy as she tries to move against my hand.

“You’ll work in my office, but you’ll work on something you want to work on. And I don’t just mean me.” She giggles, and the sound warms me. I don’t want her working for me if she doesn't want to. I know what it’s like to have a drive for something, and hers is for jewelry. She can do that. But she can do it with her desk next to mine.

I stand up with her in my arms and carry her to the bed, lay her down, and slowly strip off her dress. I take a moment to look over her body and run my hands over her skin, warming her up. I want to remember every detail of this moment. Hell, I always want to remember every detail, but this somehow feels more important. This is far from the first time I’ve made love to her, but this is the first time with no secrets between us. Nothing holding us back or keeping us apart.

Moving down, I strip my clothes as I go, pushing her legs apart. “Let me look at your pussy before I taste it,” I say, removing my pants and boxer briefs.

She doesn’t hesitate. She spreads her legs wider and runs a hand between them to part her pussy lips. Her hardened clit peeks out, and I lick my lips. My mouth waters with anticipation and I dive between her legs, growling as I open my mouth over her pussy.

She moves her fingers away just in time as I latch on to her and start licking. I can’t hold back as the sweet smell of her cunt fills my lungs and the taste of her honey fills my mouth. I drink it down, hoping to absorb her scent into me. I want her mark on me just as much as I want to mark her. I have to reach between my legs to grip the base of my cock to keep from cumming as her little pussy moves against my mouth. She’s grabbing on to the sheets and crying out for more. With my other hand, I plunge two fingers inside of her and give her what she wants—my tongue on her pussy and a part of me filling her empty cunt.