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You have to let someone in if you want them to know the real you. To love the woman you try to hide.
The last thing I expected to see was a heart-stoppingly gorgeous woman on Valentine’s Day tearing apart the candy aisle like a feral raccoon digging through trash.
She moaned and moved higher, climbing me like a fucking tree as my hands roamed over her ass.
“I never do this,” she panted. “I don’t give a fuck.” My tongue burned a path up her neck. “Even if you did, I wouldn’t stop this.”
“And I told you, not a librarian.” She arched against me. “You sure talk a big game for someone named Whip. Is that a name or a promise?”
Yes. A world in which I was pinned beneath Whip King as he drove into me over and over with that glorious bedazzled cock.
“You act all prim and proper, but I got to see how much of me you could take before your eyes watered.”
Apparently Whip King is an asshole. A well-built, pierced dick, get-on-my-knees-and-beg-for-another-taste grade-A asshole. But goddamn did he look good in his dress uniform.
“I bet if I lifted the hem of your skirt right now, I’d find your panties soaked, just for me.” I tugged my arm free, annoyed that he was 1,000 percent correct. “You’d be wrong.” I swallowed past the lump that clogged my throat and leaned in close. An evil smirk crept across my face as my lips brushed the shell of his ear. “Because I’m not wearing any.”
“When you’re finally ready to be kissed again, I’m going to make you beg for it.”
Emily was all-consuming and forbidden at the same time—everything I’d ever craved and couldn’t have rolled into one provocative little package.
“I like the way you whimper when I finally give you what you need.” His hand faintly flexed around my throat. “You don’t have to like me to let me praise how well you take my cock.”
Somehow Emily made casual look effortlessly sexy.
“I’m going to ruin you for all other women.” I slowly licked a prominent vein on the underside of his cock.
With a deep groan, Whip’s head fell back. Then he glowered at me before his hand caressed my cheek. “You already have, Prim.”
In his embrace I realized that it was no longer two sort-of friends fucking and having a good time. It was two souls baring themselves to each other and finding that our broken parts somehow clicked together perfectly.
“How did I make you feel?” His jaw ticced and my heart rate spiked. “Like I’d burn down my entire world just to have you.”
My molars clamped down to hide my cheesy grin. “Damn right. If this isn’t a secret anymore, the whole damn town is going to know you’re mine.”
I basked in the knowledge that this fiery, amazing woman was mine.
When I was buried to the hilt, I paused and looked down at her. “You feel like home to me.”
“Emily Ward,” he began, his voice confident and unwavering, “I want nothing more than to call you my wife. Will you marry me?”
