Page 61 of Dark Notes

I snuggle into his arms, feeling the fire warm my skin. “It’s not going to happen, Jagger. I love you. If some woman says something, we’ll talk about it. I’m not going to freak out and leave.”

He places his hands on my lower back. “I want to be honest with you, even if it’s uncomfortable. I fucked her, you already know that, but it was a long time ago. I never touched her while you were gone. And she’s the woman from the coke photo.”

“Do you do that often? Drugs, I mean?”

“No. Not at all anymore. Jett does enough for both of us, and I don’t want to be part of his problem. I used to, at parties, but it’s been a while. And now that I have you, I won’t do it at all.”

“Thank you.”

His smile is dazzling, and it warms me up far more than the fire. “Anything for my filthy girl.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

JAGGER

That was not supposed to betheproposal. I was testing the water to see how adamant of a no I would get. When the dumb idea popped into my head to ask her the way I did, I never expected her to say yes. I’m fucking ecstatic that she said yes, but I wish I had done it a little differently. I’m a goddamn songwriter, for Christ’s sake. My proposal should’ve been over the top, and something she’d swoon about with Mia.

She climbs on my lap and locks her hands around my neck, as she stares at me with an arched eyebrow.

“It’s usually me in my head. What is going on with you tonight?”

I touch my forehead to hers. “That proposal blew. I should’ve been romantic, but I didn’t even get down on a knee.”

She giggles softly while she runs her fingers through my hair. Every time she touches me like this, it makes me crazy.

“It was perfect, Jagger. It was you. I don’t need something overly romantic. I need us. And that’s exactly what that moment was. Us.”

McKinley throws her head back with laughter, and when she does that, it’s fucking intoxicating.

“Now, you need to fuck me, Wild.”

“Stand up.”

She quickly does as she’s told, and stands in front of me waiting for her next instruction, which I’m only too happy to give her.

“Take the dress off. Slowly.”

With an arched eyebrow, she reaches behind her and unzips the dress. “Does my future husband have a stripper fetish?”

My gaze is firmly fixed on my gorgeous woman, as she drops the dress to the floor and steps out of it, revealing a lacy champagne colored bra, and matching panties.

“Remove the bra. Show me those beautiful tits, baby.”

Her cheeks pink up as she reaches back and unfastens it, before sliding it slowly down her arms, and dropping it to the floor.

My gaze lands on her ample tits, and those pretty pink nipples, as she rubs circles on them with her middle fingers, toying with me. I have learned over the past couple of months there’s nothing she enjoys more than to wind me up.

“Turn around. Get rid of the panties.”

She turns away from me, showing me her sweet ass, as she hooks her thumbs into the panties on either side, and lowers them over her hips with her head turned, watching me over her shoulder with a smoldering expression.

This is the only thing we were lacking three years ago. I knew she was beautiful, but she didn’t. Now she moves with the confidence of a woman who knows her worth. As sexy as she was before, this is far better. Fucking breathtaking.

“Bend over and touch your toes.”

She does, but complains, “You are a filthy animal.”

I stare at her exposed pussy and my mouth waters.

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