by Quinn, Taryn
Mine.
She raked her nails over my thighs and moved out to the sides of the chair.
I stiffened. Oh, shit.
I’d picked up her ring today. It was in my damn pocket.
I grabbed her hands and pulled them up to my stomach, and then I distracted her with a long, lingering kiss. Hell, I distracted myself. Her taste was intoxicating at the best of times.
Here and now? She tasted of sunshine and laughter, of fun and permanence. And for once, none of that scared me. I wanted more of it. Every damn day.
She undulated against my very happy pants. She dragged the moon dangle along my shaft as her clever fingers climbed into my hair.
Ring forgotten, I gathered her into my lap, my hands settling on her perfect ass. She dug her knees into the sides of the chair and straddled me.
I slid my hands under her skirt to find just her flesh.
She was wearing a thong.
Dear God, this woman was going to kill me. I coasted my fingers down the smooth shape of her to find the heat between her legs.
I flipped the front of her skirt up to feel all that heat over my cock. Her magical breasts swayed in front of me, the hard tips denting the thin cotton. I leaned in and caught one with my teeth.
She moaned as her nails dug into my shoulders. I followed the flow of the music playing, dragging her cotton-clad pussy up my erection.
I brought my hands up to her waist. My thumbs coasted over her small baby bump before I pushed up her shirt to get to her soft skin. Her nipples were already flushed in that way that told me she was closer to detonation than I’d thought.
I closed my mouth over her nipple and drew hard. She brought a hand up to the back of my head and held me there.
“Yes. Harder,” she whispered brokenly.
I scraped my teeth over her skin as her belly bumped mine. I slowed at the contact, but she dug her nails into my scalp.
“No. Not gently. Take me like you mean it, Mr. Beck.”
I gulped down a groan, lifted her skirt, and clapped my hand over her bare cheek.
“Yes,” she groaned as she arched her back. “I’ve been a very bad girl, Mr. Beck.”
I used my teeth again to tug at one nipple then the other, following the siren call of her body. Where we’d started. Hot for one another to a level I’d never experienced before.
I whipped the shirt over her head and inched to the edge of the chair so I could get her closer.
Her fingers fumbled with my buckle and then those strong fingers were inside, dragging me out of my boxers and the confines of my zipper. “Luna,” I said against her neck. “I need to get inside you.”
“Yes. Yes, I want that. Now.”
She pushed at my trousers to get me totally free of the layers. I eased forward another few inches to get the pants off.
Something hit the floor.
“What was that?” she asked against my mouth.
Oh, nothing, just your freaking ring.
“Probably my wallet.”
She frowned as she twisted her fingers around the base of my cock. She peered over the side of the chair.
I gripped her chin and turned her face back toward me to try to distract her with a long, slow kiss. She let out that sultry groan-slash-moan that usually meant very good things were going to happen.
Her other hand pushed at my trousers for better access, and she found my wallet. She frowned at it.
I took it and tossed it over my shoulder before reaching under her skirt to make her forget all about ring boxes.
Hopefully. I wasn’t sure if my cock was more of a draw than jewelry. But I had other tricks up my sleeve.
She hissed out a moan and flung her head back as she rode my fingers. Slick heat swallowed me deeper as I curled two of them inside of her.
With a moan, she leaned back to grab the chair for purchase as she got lost in my touch. I leaned forward to take a nipple into my mouth as she breathlessly said my name in that way that indicated she was close.
I wanted to feel her coming around my cock, not my fingers. I fumbled between us and pushed her panties aside. She giggled as I tried to get our bodies to line up without dumping us both onto her wide rainbow rug.
She straightened and curled her arms around my neck. “Do you have a little treat for me?”
“Not so little,” I grunted as the head of my cock bumped against the top of her slit. “Tip your hips forward, baby.”
Suddenly, she frowned. “What’s that?”
“My very happy cock who wants inside,” I said against her neck.
“No.” She nudged me back. “That.” She pointed at the floor.
“You should be focused right here.” I shifted to block her view.
“Oh, I will be.” She wiggled back to the end of my knees, tipping me and the chair forward.
Quickly, I shifted so I took the brunt of the fall. My hip was cushioned by her rug, thankfully. She landed on me, and then she crawled right off to get to the damn ring.
I tried to catch her, but only ended up with a handful of plaid. I yanked it down her delectable hips to show off her milky white ass. “Luna,” I said with a sigh.
She sat cross-legged on the rug with the ring box in her hand. “Caleb.”
“You are the worst.”
She looked up at me, her eyes reddened with tears. “Is this what I think it is?”
I huffed out a laugh and tucked my very lonely cock back into my boxers. “Yes.”
She closed her hands over the box. “Can I see it?”
“Well, it is for you.” I shook my head as I made my way over to sit next to her. “You kinda ruined my plans.”
“Well, we’re already engaged. I asked you already.” She peered into the little cave she’d made with her hands. “But you got me a ring?”
“Of course I got you a ring. What do you take me for?”
“Well, I did the asking. I got you one, actually.”
“What?” My chest tightened. “You got me a ring?”
She nodded. “I know rings are weird for dudes, but I think you’ll like this one.”
She handed me the blue velvet box before she stood. Then she wiggled out of the skirt and darted into her room wearing only that damn white thong.
I laughed. The woman was going to be the death of me in the very best way.
She returned without bothering to put anything on. Her perfect breasts swayed enticingly, making me forget about the box in my hand.
She dropped in front of me and dragged her feet into her typical lotus pose. She held a black box. “I have plans for our actual wedding rings, but this will fit into it.”
I leaned forward until our foreheads touched. I wasn’t much of a jewelry guy, but I didn’t care what this thing was—I was wearing it.
For her. Always for her.
Tipping up her chin, I found more tears, but her beautiful mouth curved into a smile. “I love you more every day, Caleb.”
I pressed my lips to hers. “It’s only going to get better.” I knew she still had some reservations. With what her family put her through, I understood and accepted that. “You’re mine, and I’m yours now.” I dashed away her tears with my thumb.
She nodded and laid one hand on her tiny baby bump. “We’re yours.”
I covered her hand with my own. “I’m going to do my best to make sure you both know how loved you are every day.”
She blew out a slow breath. “I know and I will do the same.” She opened the small box and turned it around. The ring was black and thin. A channel of stones was set into the jet-black piece. “I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t think it was too hokey.”
“No matter what it is, I would wear it, but that is…wow.”
She grinned. “Yeah? It’s tungsten and I picked out specific crystals for protection, love, health, and to help us understand one another.”
The small stones were all in earth tones, and in between each was a black crystal. “Is that obsidian?”
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nbsp; “Very good.” She took the ring out of the box and took my hand. “Fire agate to dispel fear and negativity, obsidian for protection, tiger’s eye for balance, emerald for love and harmony.” She slid it on my finger and murmured something.
I curled my fingers around her hand and pulled her wrist up to my mouth. “Thank you.”
She lifted her gaze to mine. “I plan on keeping you around for a good long time.”
“I was almost as thoughtful as you were with picking out this one.” I grabbed the box with my other hand and flicked it open.
Her eyes widened. “Oh, Caleb.” More tears started flowing as she lifted her free hand to her mouth. “It’s so beautiful.”
“Kin was going out for a buying trip, and I asked if I could go along. I found this, then added a little something to it.” I took her left hand and slid the simple Art Deco ring over her finger. “Your name may mean the moon, but you always remind me of sunshine.”
She wiggled her finger and the sunburst pattern of gold and diamonds shimmered in the late day sun. “It’s so me.”
I lifted her hand to kiss her fingers. “I had to make sure the ring fit just how much I love you. I asked a jewelry to add a few moonstones into the design too.”
She launched herself at me, winding her arms around my neck as she kissed me fiercely.
Of course I’d had to ask her to marry me while she was nearly naked. Did anything else fit us more?
Rolling her onto her back, I grinned down at her. “Marry me?”
She pulled me down and wrapped her legs around me. “Yes. A thousand times yes.” She pushed at my shirt. “Now get naked, Mr. Beck.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
We laughed as I shed the rest of my clothes. Achingly slowly, I slid into her on the rainbow rug with late day sunbeams streaking over her wild blond curls. I propped myself up on my forearms to watch her face as she took me in again and again.
The glide of our bodies giving and taking from one another would never be anything but sheer bliss.
She shifted and pushed me over to ride me like the goddess she was. The easy pleasure turned into wildness. I gripped her hips and we raced toward that end that we could only seem to find together. As she arched her back, I fit my hand between us to push her over with a thumb along her clit.
I sat up to surround her with my arms, holding her as she shook and cried out my name while I followed her into the sun.
When my brain returned to my body, I slumped back onto the rug, dragging her with me. She was plastered against my side, her cheek pressed into my chest.
“Wow.”
“I know, right? Did you see angels?” she asked against my skin.
“Just a goddess,” I said breathlessly.
She laughed. “Well, that was a good answer.”
I grinned down at her. “Now that we have rings, you know my mom is going to bug us for a date.”
“Do you mind if we don’t do the church thing?”
“No. My family isn’t overly religious.”
She propped her chin on her hand over my heart. “That makes it easier. How does the winter solstice sound to you?”
“Sounds perfect.”
“Yeah, it really does.” She laid her cheek back down on my chest. “Caleb?”
“Yeah?”
She popped up again. Filled with endless energy, that was my goddess. “I’m freaking starving.”
I laughed as she dragged me to my feet. “Can’t have that.”
She glanced down at her left hand and wiggled it before smiling again. We both knew this was just the beginning of our life together.
With a grin, I lifted her into my arms and headed for the bathroom. “Shower and round two first.”
She dipped back her head and laughed. “Now that sounds like an even better plan.”
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His Temporary Assistant
Just when I thought my day—week, month, life—couldn’t get any worse, my assistant said she was taking a vacation.
In a week.
Not a year.
Not a month.
A week.
“Look, sir, I’m really sorry. I never expected to get this opportunity. My grandmother was supposed to go to Fiji on her honeymoon, but they broke up, and Biff is taking the Tahoe so she’s taking the vacation.”
I pressed a fingertip to my aching temple. “Biff? Your grandmother? Fiji?”
“He’s taking the Tahoe,” my assistant April repeated slowly, leaning forward. Her blond hair fell down around her shoulders, escaping whatever pinned-up thing she’d done in the back. Unless that was the style.
Must be. April Finley was never anything but perfectly put together.
Before today, she’d also never been late. Or taken a vacation beyond a standard and reasonable long weekend. She’d called in sick precisely twice and worked from home.
“We had an agreement.” My voice remained even. “I hired you on the spot approximately eighteen months ago on the condition you realized this was not a position that afforded you—”
“What, I can’t take some time for myself?” Unlike my own, her voice rose in pitch to match the lifting asymmetrical hem of her dress. Not to indecent levels, mind you, because April was always proper.
Yet somehow my lack of sleep and brewing tension headache was bringing to mind ocean waters creeping higher on the Titanic.
The dress was sea blue too. Or hmm, was that more of a blue-green? I never did get why women had so many colors for things.
Look at my closet. I had black and navy suits. More navy than black because it was less severe for court. My tie collection was more colorful, but I certainly didn’t know the names for the damn shades. Who had time for all that nonsense?
Not me. I didn’t even have time to complete the work on my plate. I also didn’t have time to further engage in this conversation.
April was still blathering on about mud masks and self-care and did I realize how long it had been since she’d even slept in?
No, I could honestly say I didn’t.
“What exactly does that mean? I rise every day at precisely four.”
She stopped mid-tirade and stared. “You what—why?” She tapped a glossy pale nail against her mouth. “Actually, that’s better than I assumed. Rising means you sleep.”
“Not necessarily,” I said under my breath.
That certainly wasn’t the case this month. My father was on the verge of retirement, which meant we would be looking to hire a new partner soon, and my brother and I were overloaded with work. Well, I was overloaded. Dex was strictly a nine-to-fiver—sometimes a ten-to-twoer if the water looked good. In the winter, he was all about the slopes.
I wasn’t just talking about skiing. He made j
ust as good use of the lodge as he did the hills. The guy dated more women in a year than I had in my entire life.
I was too busy working. And that was when I’d had an assistant.
Dear God, how was I going to get through a week without April? She kept my life running smoothly. Or at least it was less bumpy than it could’ve been without her.
“You remind me to eat,” I said accusingly.
She frowned. “No, I don’t. You just saw me with a donut or a sandwich a few times.”
“Right, but seeing you with food reminds me I haven’t eaten.”
“Sir, your growling stomach should do that without my help.”
As if I paid attention to such physical cues.
I would soon find out exactly how good I’d had it before.
Before vacations.
Before retirements.
Before I’d succumbed to a life of no meals and no sleep.
I grunted. “This is not enough notice. How am I supposed to hire a temp in,” I consulted my Apple watch, “six days, eighteen hours and eleven minutes?”
“I know it’s short notice.”
“Short? Try miniscule.”
“But I have the perfect solution.”
My shoulders unknotted for the first time since she’d walked into my office. “You’ve decided to cancel?”
April scowled. Until today, I’d never seen anything but a serene, unruffled expression on my assistant’s face. That was one reason I appreciated her so much. She wasn’t prone to mood swings.
Mood swings were a good part of why I was single. My mother had enough of them to change the weather from across town.
I didn’t need any additional stress in my life. The calmer a woman was, the better. That went for men too, although that was a different dynamic because I didn’t get naked with them.
For that matter, I didn’t get naked with women much recently either.
Moving on.
“I can’t cancel. My grandmother needs me. She and Biff were together for two years.”
It took everything I possessed not to give a mock shudder. “I’m grievously sorry for her loss, but why does her misfortune have to become mine?”