Yes, Prime Minister(12)

I kissed her fiercely, grinding against her, hands locking her hands above her head as we rocked together. I needed to feel her, needed to know this was real, needed to know I’d truly found her and she wouldn’t vanish like a beautiful dream.

I hooked her thighs with my hands, carrying her across the office to sit front and center at my desk. Exactly where I wanted her from now until forever. “One more thing.”

She arched one playful eyebrow, her lips that perfectly bruised shade of red serving as a reminder of where I’d been.

I bent, pressing a thumb to the security pad and waiting for the telltale beep of the safe under my desk unlocking. I fished for the small box, feeling like everything about this moment was right.

Just like she always told me it would be.

I paused, a smile stretching my lips as I thought about the woman who’d given this to me, and the woman I was giving it to now.

“This is the most precious thing I own.” I lifted the lid and pulled the ring from its velvet cushion. “But now you are.”

Her eyes were riveted on me, already shimmering with liquid.

“Say yes one more time, and I’ll put this ring on your finger and marry you tomorrow if you’ll let me.”

One hand covered her mouth as tears spilled down her cheeks, her hands trembling before she engaged in a series of quick head nods. “Yes. Yes, again and again, Bryce.”

I pulled her left hand from her chest, holding it still as I slipped the four-carat emerald on her finger. “You mean everything to me. The entire world could collapse around us, but if I have you by my side, I’ll still die a happy man. I can’t wait to tie you to me,” I finished, sending her a crooked grin.

She wiped at the tears on her face before I pulled her into my arms, tucking myself between her thighs and kissing away the salt on her cheeks. “Even your tears taste delicious.”

She sniffed, tucking her nose into my shoulder. “They're happy tears.”

“Good.” I hummed, sliding a hand between her thighs and slipping a thumb along her panties.

A slow shudder coursed through her, and my dick turned to steel behind my zipper. “Can we go home now?”

“Mmm, I’ve got a little work to do right here.” I dropped to my knees, spreading her thighs and pushing the soft fabric of her panties aside. The pretty glistening flesh of her cunt welcomed me. A low groan escaped my throat. I trailed one long lick down the seam of her sweet pussy, the flavor coating my tongue and making me crazed with the need to push into her. Devour her. Make her mine, make her come, claim her beautiful body from the inside out.

I flicked at the little bud, her hips bucking off the polished gleam of my desk as she struggled to control the small gasps falling from her lips.

I didn’t give a shit who heard her, let them hear me pleasing my woman. She was my queen, and I’d worship at her throne every day.

Unable to wait another minute, I stood, pushing my pants down my thighs and sinking myself into her. A soft sigh fell from her lips before her hips matched the rhythm of my own, our bodies surging together in a state of frantic lust.

I needed her more than I needed air, and I needed her to see that.

“Oh God, Bryce. Oh God, I think I’m going to—”

I clamped down on the smooth skin at her neck, tugging as an orgasm spiraled through her body. My own release followed, my come emptying into her, my hands clutching at her ass as we got so high we nearly touched the live wire together. We were invincible. She was mine, and I was certainly hers. We were everything.

Breaths of air rushed from my body, my lungs fighting to regain oxygen as we came down together. My hands encircled her, cupping her head into my neck as we molded together.

“I love you so much.” Those words were the only thing on my brain.

“I love you, Bryce.” One of her fingers darted across the top line of my lips, nearly making my knees buckle. Every goddamn touch from this woman was like my own personal kryptonite.

“Say it again.” I nipped at her lip, dragging my teeth along it and watching her shudder.

“I love you so much it hurts to breathe, Bryce Gallagher.”

“Mmm.” I grinned against her lips. “I like the sound of that.”





EPILOGUE





Juliette - Four Years Later

Bryce’s large palms cupped my protruding belly, our daughter sending him one quick kick and causing a chuckle to cascade through both of us. “You ready to get out of her, little lady?”

I placed a soft kiss at my husband's neck as we enjoyed a few moments alone before the doors would swing wide open, and we’d be front and center on the steps of the White House in front of the entire press corps.