“Fuck baby, this is it,” he groans into my mouth, his movements more and more erratic.
At his words, I feel myself plunging over the edge into euphoria, and we reach our climax together with ringing cries of ecstasy. Trent continues to thrust into me for a few more seconds as his seed blasts, hot and virile into my channel. I squirm, my pussy muscles sucking it in even deeper, desperate for that male jism.
And slowly, it ends. We float back to earth as he eases out of y cunt, causing a mix of our warm juices to trickle down my thigh. He collapses beside me, and for a while, the only sound we hear is our heavy breathing.
“Wow,” I whisper. “I’ve missed that.”
He laughs into my hair. “Me too. I never want to go that long without it again.”
“Me neither,” I agree with a small smile.
Trent turns to face me. Our lips are only a few inches apart. I’m tempted to cross the gap and recreate what we just did, but something about Trent’s look stops me.
“Marry me,” he says simply.
I sit up abruptly in shock. “What?” I blink at him, not understanding what he just said.
He joins me, sitting up. “Marry me,” he growls. “I love you. We already have a child together. We’re clearly compatible in bed. We should be together. We should get married.”
“B-but,” I stammer.
“But nothing,” he interrupts. “It’s meant to be. We’ve already been apart for a year. We’ve already faced down countless obstacles. Don’t fight it, sweetheart, just give in.”
And the alpha male’s too much, his charisma overpowering my senses.
“Yes,” I say softly. And as soon as the word is out, I know it’s right. This is right. Peace and happiness flood my soul. “I’ll marry you.”
We smile at each other and he leans forward, finally closing the gap between us.
“I love you, Katie Martin,” he says in between soft kisses. “And I’ll adore you forever.”
“Forever,” I whisper, kissing him hard on the lips, still smiling.
And for the first time in my life, I feel complete. Because Trent’s right. Our first night together was unexpectedly amazing, and we were both hooked from that moment on. We spent over a year trying to find each other, stumbling into countless obstacles and roadblocks. But true love can’t be thwarted and the proof of that love was with us now – our son together. So with another rush of feeling, I threw myself into the billionaire’s arms, raining him with kisses.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, I’m yours.”
And my boss seized my lips, imbuing the kiss with passion, need, and desire, as well as promises that would bloom in the future.
“Forever,” he murmured roughly. “With you.”
And I smiled because forever is something I can handle, so long as I have Trent Moore at my side.
THE END