Smiling, I squeezed her hands. “I’m so proud of you, Meli. I hope you know that. I don’t think I say it nearly enough, but I am truly proud of the amazing young woman you’ve become. You reached for your dream and snagged it like the Parker woman you are.”
She chuckled. “Thank you. That means a lot to me. And I’m proud of you and everything you’ve done to get to where you are today.”
The light knock on the door had us both turning to see Jonathon standing in the doorframe. He was holding a giant bouquet of roses.
“Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to do that, Jonathon,” I said, making my way over to him.
“Jonathon, those are stunning!” Amelia gushed.
“I hope so. I tore up my hands cutting them from my mother’s garden.”
My heart melted. Everything seemed to be going so amazingly, especially since we had declared our love for each other last week at my parents’ house.
“I love them.” I reached up on my toes and kissed him gently on the lips. “Here, I’ll put them in the vase I had the fake flowers in. These will look ten times better.”
Jonathon handed the flowers to Amelia. “Thanks, Meli,” I said.
The second she shut the door, Jonathon had me in his arms kissing me. I was instantly lost to him.
“I want you, Waylynn,” he whispered against my lips.
“Here?” I gasped. “Now?”
His hand went up my skirt, slipped into my panties, causing me to let out a moan.
“We can be fast.”
My body trembled. “Lock the door.”
His smile nearly blew me away. It was sexy as hell: my weakness.
After locking the door, he picked me up and set me on top of my desk. Pulling out his phone, he started up some music.
“This is gonna be fast, baby.”
The pull in my lower stomach grew by the second. I knew that the moment he slipped into me I was going to fall.
With shaking hands, I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans. His dick sprang free, and I licked my lips. When he took himself in his hand, I let out another moan.
“Touch yourself, baby. Tell me when you’re wet and ready.”
I let out a nervous chuckle. “Oh, I’m pretty damn sure I’m wet and ready.”
Doing as he asked, I slipped my fingers inside and closed my eyes. “Oh God.”
The next thing I knew, he was pulling my hand away and slamming into me, causing me to let out a moan that I’m sure could be heard throughout the town square.
He buried his face in my neck. “Shh, you have to be quiet. Tripp and Cord are here.”
My eyes snapped open. “What!”
He laughed and slammed back into me. The thrill of what we were doing sparked a flame inside.
With a hushed voice, I commanded him to give me more. “Harder!”
Gripping my ass, he did as I asked.
I was on edge, about to fall into a beautiful orgasm.
“Waylynn, baby, I can’t hold off much longer.”
“So. Close,” I whispered. “Harder! Fuck me, Jonathon!”
He picked me up and carried me to the back of my office, against the wall. It was exactly like our first time and the irony hit me all at once as he had given me all that I asked for.
Dropping my head, I tried like hell to keep it all in while my orgasm hit me like a brick wall.
“You’re fucking squeezing my cock.”
That was it. I buried my face into his neck and whimpered as my body unleashed a pleasure I’d never experienced before in my life.
Jonathon let out a low moan as I felt him release into me. When he finally stopped moving, we stood there, still connected.
“Marry me, Waylynn.”
Drawing back, I stared at him like he had lost his mind.
“What?” My chest heaved up and down from our fuckfest.
“Marry me.”
“But we’ve just started dating!” I said, a small laugh slipping from my lips.
“I don’t care. I want to spend the rest of my life making love to you.”
Running my fingers through his dark hair, I smiled. “You know what we just did was pure fucking.”
“And you loved it.”
I nodded. “My God, I did! It was thrilling.”
He laughed. “It was dangerous! For me!”
“Are you being serious, Jonathon?”
Slowly pulling out of me, he reached for the tissue box on my desk. Dropping to his knees, he lifted my leg and gently began wiping me clean, and I knew this man was the only one I ever wanted to kiss me. Touch me. Make love to me.
Once he was finished, he adjusted my panties and dress before getting himself tucked back into his pants.
“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you were the woman I’ve been waiting for. The one I want to grow old with in rocking chairs on our front porch.”