His words send me over the edge even as his fingers draw the orgasm to a point I think I can’t take it. I’m a ragdoll on top of him as he drives inside me, spilling his seed with a growl of pleasure. I drop to his chest, limp as a wet noodle, and he cradles me while his cock still pulses inside my body.
“You’re really mine,” I say, full of wonder at how deep my feelings are for him.
He kisses my cheek and pulls me to the side, wrapping me up in his arms. “I really am yours,” he tells me.
Chapter 12
Tate
Six weeks later
There’s far too much hustle and bustle in my office while we wait for the debut of Dani’s first internet single. Ava’s here, plus my new assistant, and Dani’s band members. Dani’s sister, Ella, decided not to come back to work for me, having found a better offer elsewhere. When Dani had told me about it, I couldn’t blame Ella for her choice, though I was sad to see her go.
I shouldn’t have let all these people crowd in, but Ava brought champagne and wanted to congratulate Dani ahead of the release and before the big party tonight that I’m not at all looking forward to, since I probably won’t get to see Dani at all.
We’ve really scrambled to put this together in record time, and I feel great about it, but I’ve found I don’t like sharing her. There are too many makeup artists, stylists, songwriters, reporters, just way too many people who want a piece of her. She’s so happy though, and has worked so hard, I know I have to learn to share her.
Just not now. I holler for everyone except Dani to get out. It’s no secret we’re together. We did try to keep it to ourselves, but it’s impossible for us to keep our hands off each other. The moment the last straggler files out of my office, I slam the door behind them and smile at her.
She walks into my open arms, and I can feel the tension in her shoulders. “It’s going to be great,” I reassure her. “You don’t have to worry.”
She nods against my chest and looks up at me with big, anxious eyes. “I’m trying to relax,” she says.
She’s so beautiful that I can’t help but lean down to kiss her. “I think we need a distraction,” I say, running my hands down her body to cup her ass and pull her close to my cock, which is already raring to go.
She smiles and presses her hand against my bulge. “That sounds like a good idea.” She looks down at the watch I gave her, the diamonds winking in the light when she moves her delicate wrist. “We don’t want to miss the release, though.”
I see we’ve got only ten minutes, and the anxious look is back on her face. I push her backwards toward the couch, working her short, swingy skirt up as we go. When I move her thong aside and slide my fingers across her slick pussy, we both moan in anticipation. I turn her around and pull her ass up to rub against my cock, then bend her over so her hands hit the back of the couch. She scrambles onto her knees on the cushions, waving that perfect ass at me. I give her round cheek a little slap and snap the thong off with a flick of my wrist. I have to stand there and admire her for a second, her gorgeous ass in the air, the barest glimpse of her pussy between those parted thighs. It’s hard to believe she’s really mine.
I free my cock and pull her back to meet me, running my hand between her legs to find her clit with my fingertips. She gasps when I press my palm against her wet heat. Feeling how ready she is for me makes my cock jump, and I pull my hand away to grip her hips. She arches against me, and I take her from behind, her tight, soaking pussy pressing back until I’m inside her all the way to my balls.
With one hand, she opens her blouse and unclasps her bra, knowing how much I love to see her sexy tits bounce while I fuck her. She reaches back for me, grabbing at my hips while she gasps with every hard thrust of my cock. I remember we’re on a time limit and reach around to find her clit, easing my fingers against the swollen nub until she’s crying out and slamming her ass back into me. I love bringing her to climax so much that I keep circling her sensitive clit, pushing deeper as I ram my cock inside her. I feel her come again and finally let myself go. Every time I come inside her tight pussy is like seeing heaven, and I close my eyes and let it wash over me, barely aware that I’m roaring loud enough for people on the street ten stories below to probably hear me. I drop my head to her back, kissing her shoulder. Her head is resting on the couch, and her eyes are closed as she tries to catch her breath. She weakly reaches for me and then drops her hand with a soft laugh.
“I’m a lot more relaxed now,” she says.
I loll onto the couch and pull her onto my lap, smoothing the hair from her face. “God, you’re pretty,” I say. “Have I ever told you that?”
“Maybe not yet today,” she says. Her eyes widen, and she looks at her watch. “We’ve got one minute.”
I pick her up and carry her to my desk where I turn my computer screen around. “Here we go,” I say as we watch the comments and numbers start to roll in.
“Just tell me if it’s good,” she says, refusing to look at the screen. In fact, she’s buttoning up her shirt and pulling her skirt down, then she goes to pick up the scraps of her panties off the floor.
I scroll down through the comments of her music video, my smile growing wider. Then I refresh the numbers, grinning even more when I see they’ve almost doubled in just a few seconds.
“It’s not good, it’s amazing,” I say. “So far, you’re a hit, not that I ever had a doubt.”
She looks relieved, finally giving me a true smile. There are tears in her eyes, and she swipes them away. “I don’t really care if I’m famous,” she says. “I’m just so happy I get to sing and make a living of it, and knowing people like my song is the icing on the cake.”
My heart aches at how pure she is, my devilish, angelic beauty. I was going to wait until after the party tonight, but I can’t go another second without her knowing how I feel. I move around my desk to sit in my chair, nodding for her to take a seat across from me.
She looks apprehensive, but pulls up the chair and sits. “What is it, Tate?” she asks.
I open the top drawer and take out the ring I bought her a month ago, suddenly fearful of her answer. “I don’t want you to be my girlfriend anymore,” I say. The look on her face makes me hurry past my dumb joke, and I hold out the open box. “I want so much more.”
“Oh my God,” she murmurs, leaning over to look at the ring. I can see by her eyes I chose correctly. A big pink diamond solitaire in a simple platinum band.
“Do you like it?”