Page 152 of The Daddy’s Girl

“I should have done this a long time ago.”

With that, Matis lowers to the ground on one knee. I let out a gasp as he cracks open the lid of a ring case and there, glistening in the moonlight, is a beautiful gold band with a shining red ruby.

“My treasure, I love you. Will you make magic with me for the rest of our lives?”

“Say it in French,” I plead, tears brimming in my eyes as I stroke his cheek. And when he repeats the sentiment in his own language, I feel every word more potently. Straight from his heart.

“Mon trésor, tu veux m’épouser?”

There was never a more perfect moment. Not ever. This is the pinnacle. Before answering, I look up, taking in the scene around just to soak it all in.

Then I look back down at him, the man of my dreams. And I reply with a resounding, “Yes. Oui. Je t’aime.”

Tearfully, he takes the ring from the box and slips it on my finger. As soon as it passes the knuckle, Matis is on his feet and I’m in his arms again.

“I love you so much,” he cries into my neck.

“I love you too.”

Our lips collide in a ravenous kiss. With my arms wound around him, I don’t let him go. The longer we hold each other, devouring this moment, the more heated our embrace becomes. I need his touch, his hands, his lips. I just need to feel that he’s here and that he’s mine.

“I need to take you home now,” he growls against my lips. Suddenly, I don’t care that we’re in public. I’d take him right here on the ground in front of the tower if I could.

Instead, he grasps my hand and hauls me toward the street. Luckily, Lucien is still there waiting for us.

Matis reaches for the handle of the door, but before opening it, he presses me against the side of the car and kisses me again. It’s as if his lips can only go mere seconds without me. The feeling is mutual.

I giggle against his mouth, feeling the weight of the ring on my finger. “Come on.”

He opens the door, and we climb in. As soon as our butts hit the back seat, I’m in his arms again. His mouth is rough and the stubble from his face burns deliciously against my lips.

“I need you,” he says on a breathless groan.

His hands roam down my sides and over my ass. I’m in a pair of long pants and a sweater tonight since the fall weather is growing crisp and cool, but I suddenly hate all these clothes between us.

“Let’s go home,” I reply between each capture of his lips.

“No,” he grunts. “I can’t wait that long.” He’s tearing at the band of my pants, trying to jerk them down.

“But…Lucien,” I whisper, remembering our poor driver is still sitting in the driver’s seat.

“Lucien, get out,” Matis barks, making me laugh again. Then my pants are down by my knees in an instant.

“I’m sorry, Lucien,” I call as I work open Matis’s pants, but the driver doesn’t respond. The door closes, and a moment later, I’m sitting in Matis’s lap, facing away from him, and I feel his warm, hard cock wedged between the cheeks of my ass.

“I need to be inside you,” he groans. Then, with a deft lift of my hips, he lines himself up with my core before pulling me back down until he’s deep inside me.

We groan loudly in unison. My back rests against him, my head against his shoulder as he kisses the side of my face. And for a moment, we both sit like that.

He thrusts his hips a little and I gasp, gripping the front seat headrest.

“I know, Trouble,” he says breathlessly in my ear, responding to my cries of pleasure. “I know.”

It feels so good to be filled by him. As if his cock is at home inside me. I’m bouncing on his lap as he holds my hips, guiding my motions. It’s a good thing these windows have very dark tint.

“Fuck me, old man,” I say on an exhale as he reaches especially deep within me.

“Old man?” he gasps.