The Boss Crush

by Penny Wylder

  Dropping to one knee, I reach into my pocket, and pull out a small black ring box. Dalia throws her hands to her face, covering her mouth, while the rest of the room just watches.

  Normally, I would care what other's think, I'd search for their approval, I'd strive for their welcomed nod. But this, this has nothing to do with anyone else but us. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I only care what she thinks.

  I've known since I was kid that Dalia Greene would be my wife one day.

  Today is the day I make that happen.

  “Dalia Greene,” I say, keeping my eyes on hers and taking her left hand. “There isn't a day that's gone by in five years where you didn't cross my mind. And then you walked through that door. The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be. I don't ever want to spend another day without you.”

  Pausing, I run my thumb across her knuckles and watch a single tear trickle down her cheek. But that tear isn't a sad tear, it isn't one that comes from any pain. That tear is the happiest tear I've ever seen.

  “Will you marry me?” Holding up the box, her eyes gloss over as her smile grows.

  “Are you serious?”

  “I'm very serious.” Kissing the back of her hand, I hold her fingers tight. “Make me the happiest man in the world and say yes.”

  Tears start to fall freely as she shakes her head up and down.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” Sandy asks loudly, rolling her eyes. “You're really going to do this right now? You're going to get on one knee and fucking propose?” Running open hands down her face, she groans. “This is fucking insane! I throw myself at you, literally ready to give myself to you, and this is what you do?”

  The room falls deadly quiet as jaws crook and brows drop.

  She actually said it out loud. For everyone to hear. For all of our clients to take in, to judge, to destroy anything she ever built for herself.

  Because it's all gone now. The looks on the faces around me are enough to know she didn't ruin anyone else's life but her own.

  “What!?” she yells, brazenly holding her arms open and glaring at everyone. “I love him! I love him like no one else in this world will ever love him!” Sandy growls, loud and high pitched like the cackle of a hyena. “She'll never give you what you want! She'll never give you what you need! Only I can do that! Me!”

  Her arms all over the place. Over her head, slapping her chest, clapping and waving. She's barely able to stand as she wobbles on the tabletop, almost falling off. She won't stop yelling, screaming obscenities and condemning the love I have for Dalia.

  There's a security guard at the door, so I get his attention, nodding for him to get her out of here.

  The guard stalks over, flipping his fingers for her to come down. Sandy's yelling and cussing, throwing her arms and kicking her legs as she's torn off the table. Her voice fades as he pulls through a back door, leading her away from the party.

  Wrapping an arm around Dalia's waist, I pull her into my chest. Her head tips up, eyes connecting with mine. Smiling down at her, I run my fingertips across her forehead.

  “You know, since we kissed at that party, every day after there's been this weight in my chest. For the longest time I never knew what it was until you came back into my life.”

  “Really?” she asks, wriggling her body as close as she can get and curling her arms up around my shoulders.

  “Yes, really.” Scooping her face in my hands, I kiss her.

  The room erupts in cheers as I kiss the only woman in the world to ever make my heart beat like this. Dalia excites me, she invokes this level of desire and need I can't control.

  And I don't want to control it. Because all that matters is that I finally have her.

  After all these years, I've gotten the only thing I ever truly wanted.

  Her heart in my hands.

  Because she's already owned mine for a lifetime.

  Epilogue

  Lyle

  Sneaking down the hall, I look back over my shoulder to make sure no one has spotted me. I'm not supposed to be here. Traditionally, I'm not supposed to see her before she's walking down the aisle.

  But I've never really been good at following the rules. And I can't take it. I need to see her. It's killing me. I haven't been away from her for this long since we found each other again.

  Taking one last look around, I press my ear against the door, and listen. I'm not sure if she's alone, but I saw her mother and sister down in the lobby, and I saw Kira getting in the elevator as I came around the corner.

  Turning the handle, I open the door slowly, and step inside. “You need some help?”

  Dalia turns around in surprise, pinning the back of her dress shut with her hands. “What are you doing in here? It's bad luck to see the bride before the ceremony.” She sniffles, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand, and wiping her eyes.

  “What's wrong, Baby?” I ask. “Today isn't a day for sad tears, and those look like sad tears.” Taking her face in my hands, I run my thumbs under her eyes, wiping away the black streaks.

  She lifts her hands to my wrists and holds them tight. “It's just my hormones.” She tries to smile, but I know her well enough to see right through her fake smile. “I'm just having trouble getting the buttons.”

  My eyes scan behind her, and I see the floor length mirror. Dalia looks back over her shoulder at herself in the mirror. “Ugh, I don't want to look anymore.”

  “Baby, don't,” I say, pulling her in close. “You look so beautiful. You know that, right? I don't think you've ever been more gorgeous than you are right now.”

  “Yeah, right. You're just saying that because I'm as huge as a cow. I can't even button my dress by myself.” Pushing off my chest, she holds out her arms. “I mean look at me.” Her eyes draw down her front, then back up to mine.

  “I am looking at you, I haven't stopped, and I never will.” Closing the gap between us with a small step, I cup her stomach. “There's nothing more beautiful than seeing you carrying our child.”

  “Really?” she asks, her eyes red and puffy, and shiny like glass.

  “Really,” I say with confidence. There's no falsity to my tone. I'm not lying to her or just telling her what she wants to hear to make her stop crying.

  I mean every word.

  “I love you, Dalia, and I'll never stop loving you.”

  Her head tilts a hair as she licks her lips, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth between her teeth. Her lashes are thick, long, and sweeping across her eyes like a wave. There's a rose colored glow to her skin, and it's fucking gorgeous.

  I love her belly. That bump is mine. That bump is our baby. And just seeing it drives me fucking crazy.

  Growling, I grab her face, digging my fingers into the base of her neck, and I kiss her. I kiss her like she's my everything. Because that's exactly what she is. She is my world.

  Her lips part easily, giving my tongue full access. Our kiss is a tangled web of lust, need, and love. My hands sweep down her back, tracing every dip and curve. Her skin is soft and smooth.

  She shivers with my touch, drawing out a soft moan as she folds into my arms. Her dress is still open, so I slip it down her arms, and it falls to the floor in a white puddle around her ankles.

  Holding her hand, I help her step out of the dress. I take a step back to look at her, to truly look at her and I'm left speechless.

  This beautiful goddess standing before me is mine. She's all mine.

  “Wow,” I say, as I look her up and down.

  Her breasts are full and swollen, her stomach is boldly round, her hourglass shape now enhanced by the beauty of our child.

  Dalia giggles, coyly looking to the floor as her cheeks redden. Stalking forward, I grip her hips and back her up to the bed. Her legs hit the mattress, and she plops down with a gentle bounce.

  “You know we're getting married in an hour, right?”

  “And you know I'm never letting you go, right?”

  “I know that.”


  Pressing her back, I roll her onto her side and climb up behind her. Kissing the back of her neck, she giggles softly with a sexy little coo. It's her sweet spot, the one I know drives her wild.

  Her back arches into me, ass pressing against my bulging erection. My hand follows the curve of her body, moving down her ribs and over her ass, dipping between her legs. Her pussy is wet, soaked, and she rolls her hips the second I hit her clit.

  “You're so fucking wet,” I say, whispering the words into her ear.

  “You make me wet.” Wrapping her arm around my neck, she twists to look up at me. “You turn me on, this is all you.”

  “I fucking love that.” Running my finger up and down, I spread her juice all over her clit. “Making you this wet is what I live for.”

  Unbuttoning my pants, I pull my cock out. I'm painfully hard, my crown glistening in precum as I grab my shaft and rub it up and down her ass.

  Dalia reaches back, taking my cock in her hands, and stroking from tip to base. She moves back up, making my stomach clench and balls tingle. Up and down, up and down, she squeezes my head each time she hits the ridge.

  Peering up at me, she bites the inside of her cheek as her lids lower. “You want to be in there?” she asks, teasing my dick at her entrance.

  “You know I do,” I say, jerking my hips so my cock bumps her pussy.

  Dalia guides my dick to her entrance and pushes the tip inside. Rolling her ass, her hips kick back and my cock glides easily inside. Her pussy clenches down, holding me tight, and as I pull back, I can feel her body not wanting to let me go.Moving my hips, I thrust slowly, but with no intention other than to make my woman scream. In and out, in and out, I slam my cock deep inside her. Her ass jiggles with each thrust, and I fucking love it.

  Wrapping my arm around her belly, I pull her as close as I can to my chest. I don't want to fuck her, I want to make love to her. I want her to feel how beautiful she is, to know that being inside her is my pleasure, but being with her is my everything.

  “Mm, Lyle, don't stop, don't stop,” she says, digging her fingers into my hair and tearing at my roots. “I'm so close, I'm so fucking close.”

  Her muscles tighten as she pushes her ass against my lower stomach. Her nails rake across my scalp as her back curves and her nipples stiffen. Goosebumps explode over her skin, moving down her arms as her entire body writhes.

  I can feel the orgasm as it fills my body with electric sparks. They shoot through my muscles, making my heart beat faster, and a warm sweat break across my forehead.

  Giving one last jerk of my hips, my cock explodes, spilling inside her. Pulse after pulse of cum spews from my dick and seeps out around the seal of her lips.

  Our breathing is heavy, pulses matching as our hearts race. Dalia rolls to face me, nuzzling against my chest as I wrap my arms around her body.

  “How much time do we have left?” she asks, dancing her fingers across my shoulder blades.

  “Does it matter?”

  “We are getting married, so yeah, I would think it matters.” She giggles, tipping her head to look up at me.

  “I think we can do what we want. They can't start the show until the bride and groom are there. We are the stars today.”

  Placing my hand on her belly, I feel our baby kick. Our little son, due next month. I've been a little more nervous the closer it gets, but I'm ready. Jameson Vox will be here before we know it, and I can't wait to meet him.

  My sister is around, but I keep my distance. We dissolved the business, and Dalia and I are working on starting our own graphic design company. Things with Sandy will never be the same, I'll never be able to see her in the same light as before. But she's still my sister, that's something I can't ever change.

  Dalia moans as she stretches her arms up, and re-wraps herself around my torso. “This feels good,” she says, kissing the curve of my jaw.

  “If we could just stay like this forever, I'd be happy. I don't need a wedding, or a big reception to show everyone how much I love you. As long as I have you by my side, I don't need anything else. You and this baby. . .” Pausing, I squeeze her belly, making sure our son knows I'm here. “You and this baby make life worth living. And our baby is going to show the world how much love we have for each other.”

  My life is complete.

  This all I'll ever need.

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