Cheers erupt around us as Nash sits in his seat, frozen in shock for several seconds. Then he blinks, and turns to me, grabbing my face in his hands and pressing a kiss to my lips. Happy tears are streaming down my face, and I’ve never been more thankful for waterproof mascara.
“I love you, baby,” he whispers, then stands up and joins his band on the stage. I watch him with pride and love exploding out of me like fireworks. It hasn’t always been easy adjusting to being with a man as famous as Nash, but every single day he finds a way to show me it’s worth it.
And hours later, when we finally fall into the limo that will take us back to our hotel, I don’t waste any time showing him just howworth itbeing with him is to me. The limo partition is up, and the windows are dark. We’re in our own secret world.
I straddle his lap, smiling to myself for my dress choice. It’s got enough movement in the skirt that I can easily hike it out of the way for what I have planned.
“I love you, Nash Parker. And I am so damn proud of you.” He smiles against my mouth as we kiss, and his hands settle on my hips. But that’s not enough. I promised him limo sex.
My hands find their way in between us, and I manage to undo his pants quickly enough. Soon his cock is hardening in my hands.
I’ve had enough champagne to make me relaxed and Nash has been torturing me with heated glances and sly touches all evening at the after party. I’m wet and more than ready for him. Which means that as soon as he’s rigid in my grasp, I lift my hips and slide down his length with a groan.
“God. Emma. Fuck, yes.” He grips my hips and starts to move me up and down, his head dropping back against the seat of the car. Making Nash lose control is one of my favourite activities. And as I rock my hips back and forth, my own sounds filling the car, I know that I can handle any pressure or challenges that come from dating a star, as long as he keeps on loving me the way he does.
I can feel my orgasm building inside of me, a fire turning into an inferno. Our movements become more hurried, as we both climb toward the peak. And moments later, we fall, wrapped up in each other.
“You seduce me,” Nash murmurs against my forehead where his lips are pressed. I lift my head to smile at him. I can’t seem to stop smiling around him. When I go to move off his lap, he stops me, and reaches over to grab a towel from the bar area of the limo. He tenderly wipes me clean, then settles me back in his lap. I lay my head down on his chest, suddenly exhausted from the day.
“You know what my favourite thing is?” he asks, his voice soft and low. “Knowing that I get to wake up every morning with you in my arms. I get to come home to you, no matter where I am in the world. Because you are my home, Emma. I love you so much.”
He shifts underneath me and pulls something out of his pocket. He’s looking me in the eyes, but my gaze is riveted to the beautiful ring he’s sliding onto my finger. A halo of clear diamonds surrounds a stunning yellow diamond.
“Marry me.”
He’s not asking a question. And I know that’s because he knows my answer before I can even say it.
“Yes.”
Then I kiss him. A kiss that sings of love, and commitment, and forever.
Flowers and Flirting
Julia Jarrett
Contents
Introduction
1.Bridget
2.Topher
3.Bridget
4.Topher
5.Bridget
6.Topher
Onceuponatime,five author friends came together to create a Facebook group dedicated to reading romance. The Steam Room became a place of fun and friendship, and of course all things spicy romance.
One day, the friends decided to have a fun challenge in the group. Members would choose what the authors had to write for an exclusive short story, using weird and wacky prompts.
The project was dubbed "Just Doing What I was Told" and this story is the result of it. A virgin hero with an odd job, a reverse age gap, and a unique pet were just some of the prompts I was given, and I hope you enjoy this quirky side story set in the Dogwood Cove world.
XOXO Julia
