Page 135 of Faking All the Way
“You’ve taught me what real love looks like,” he continues, reaching into his jacket pocket. “What home feels like. You bring color to my world in ways I never imagined.”
He drops to one knee, pulling out a small velvet box and flipping it open. The ring inside is perfect—not a traditional diamond, but a stunning vintage emerald surrounded by small diamonds in an art deco setting. It’s unique and unexpected and absolutely perfect for me, just like the man holding it. A man who knows what I love, what matters to me, and shows me every single day how much I mean to him.
“Asher,” I whisper, my eyes filling with happy tears. “Oh my god…”
“I love your stubborn independence and your incredible talent,” he continues, his voice thick with emotion. “I love the way you see beauty in everything, the way you make me want to be better. I love that you took a chance on us when it would have been safer to walk away. Will you marry m?—?”
“Yes!” I breathe, the word tumbling out before he can even finish. “Yes! Of course, yes.”
He slides the ring onto my finger with shaking hands, and I throw my arms around him, holding him tight as he stands up.
Our lips meet, and I slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. The kiss grows quickly, building in heat the way it always seems to do between us, a fire that’s impossible to extinguish. We stumble backward a little, lips and tongues colliding, and I bump into the wall in a corner of the room. An empty space with no paintings nearby.
I can feel the bulge of his cock against my belly as he trails his lips from my mouth along my jaw and then down my neck, making goosebumps spread over my skin.
“I’m so fucking glad you said yes,” he murmurs against my throat. “I’ve been going out of my mind all day, knowing I was gonna ask you.”
I laugh, but the sound turns into a moan as he mouths at the place where my shoulder and neck meet. The sensation goes straight to my clit. “Asher.”
He groans softly. “Baby, you can’t fucking say my name like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because when you say it like that, it makes me want to fuck you right here. Screw getting you home first.”
Heat rushes through me at his words. When he pinches my nipple through my dress, I moan his name again… maybe a little on purpose this time. “Asher.”
He draws back, heat blazing in his eyes as a smirk curls his lips. “Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you? My fiancée is a beautiful, dirty girl. You want me to fuck you right here, bright eyes?”
I glance around. We’re far into the museum now, away from where anyone could hear us. Not in view of any security cameras that I can see. “We’re alone, aren’t we?”
He nods, watching me.
“Then I don’t want to wait either.”
He makes a hungry sound, kissing me again, hard and demanding. Sliding my dress up with urgent hands, he works my panties down my legs. When he slips his fingers back between my legs, his nostrils flare, and I know it’s because I’m already wet.
I whimper, my hips rocking against his hand. “Fuck me.Please.”
“I will, baby. Fucking hell,” he curses gruffly. “Get my cock out.”
My fingers shake with urgency as I do what he said, fumbling with his belt and zipper. The second his cock is free, his pants shoved down far enough to be out of the way, he lifts me up. Gripping my thighs, he pins me against the wall, holding me there as the fat head of his cock nudges my entrance. Then he drives into me. A few thrusts have him buried all the way inside my pussy, and I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
He murmurs into my ear in a low rasp as we move together, urgent and desperate in the empty museum.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to marry you. Can’t wait to make you mine.”
“I’m already yours,” I gasp, my head falling back. “Always will be.”
He groans, trailing his lips along the exposed column of my neck. Then he pulls back just enough to look at me. “Then be a good girl and come on your future husband’s cock. Show me how much you need this.”
His words send fire licking through my veins, and I reach down between us. The days when I felt self-conscious aboutanythingwith this man are long past. I know how to take what I need now, so much more confident than I once was, and I work my clit with fast, tight circles that have my toes curling in my shoes.
“I can feel how close you are,” he grunts, his thrusts growing harder. “I can feel you getting tighter around me.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg, my voice stuttering out. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never, baby. Fuckingnever.”
