“Say it again,”he growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrust deeper, snapping his hips into me as if the words unleashed something in him, forcing a sharp gasp from my lips.
“I do. I do. I do. I do.” The words dissolved into helpless, shuddering cries, my legs almost giving out beneath me.
Beckham’s hand caught my hair, yanking me back into his chest, his lips brushing against my temple in a gentle kiss, his other hand pinning my waist still so I had no choice but to take him.
“Remember those words when we’re at the altar saying vows and when I fuck you on our honeymoon,” he said casually, almost like his thrusts weren’t knocking the air from my lungs.
My heart fluttered as he pulled my head back fully, forcing me to look up into his eyes drunkenly to see he meant every single word.
He placed a kiss on my lips as he fucked me deeper.
“You don’t know how much I fucking love you, Rosenna,” he muttered, kissing my forehead.
I bit my lip as my orgasm approached. Before I could even say it back, my legs almost gave out as I came. His hand moved over my mouth as he muffled my moans, shushing me softly as his thrusts never let up.
“Shhh, baby, you’re okay… you’re okay.”
His fingers traced down my stomach, down between my legs, rubbing the oversensitive bundle of nerves until my muscles locked, my body convulsing.
“And what’s behind that door there?”
My eyes widened. The contractors, and Kira, were closer than I had anticipated.
“Just a private storage room. If any alterations are needed, we’ll let you know.”
Beckham let go of my hair, I was able to see them leaving the area to venture farther into the gallery. Part of me wondered why the hell Kira was here and how she even knew Beckham was doing all this for me.
As if she heard me asking those very questions, she paused, allowing the others to continue. And like a sneaky bitch, she looked over to the mirror and sent what looked like a sly little wink.
My jaw dropped.
She knew about this?!
I wanted to focus on getting angry at her, but Beckham was too busy forcing me to be his obedient masochist. I could barely think straight.
When I... well, if I get out of here, I’m going to absolutely kill her.
Epilogue
Six Months Later
Rosenna
WakingupbesideBeckham,I leaned over and placed a small kiss on his chin. Slowly, he turned his body and pulled me into his embrace, his face nestled into the crook of my neck.
I giggled as I ran my hands through his hair. “You have to get up, Mr. Garcia. We have a lot of planning to do.”
“Well,Mrs. Garcia, we don’t have to do anything until a more reasonable hour this morning.”
“I can’t be Mrs. Garcia yet. We haven’t even had our engagement party… A ring on my finger is just a ring until we sign the papers.”
Slowly, he turned onto his back, pulling me to straddle his waist.
“A million-dollar ring…” he muttered, his hand trailing down my arm before it rested on my engagement ring.
I let out a small smile as I placed another kiss on his chin. “Yes, a million-dollar ring on my finger is just a million-dollar ring until we sign the papers.”
His lips found mine once again, and I gladly found myself giving in to his early morning attention and caresses.
