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Josh
My mind is all over the place. The hurt look on Emily’s face when she saw the pictures we had of her haunts me. I’m not entirely sure I trust my own brain at the moment, because I swear she asked if she could get married today.
I stare at her face. She looks determined. Fuck, maybe she did just ask to get married.
“Em, is that your way of asking me to marry you? Because if it is, the answer is fuck yes!”
The smile that spreads across her face lightens my heart; it eases the tension in my body. “Josh, will you marry me? Today?” she asks.
“Emily Livingston, you know I’d marry you any day that ends in Y. But you deserve a wedding. A proper, fancy-as-shit ceremony. The big white dress, the flowers, all of that shit little girls dream of having. I don’t want you to settle for anything less than you deserve.”
“I don’t need any of that, Josh. All I need is you. All I want is you. Forever. But it’s okay. I get that someone in your position can’t just run off and get married. I can wait.” She averts her eyes.
Tilting her chin, so she’s looking back up at me, I ask, “What do you mean someone in my position?”
“Well, I don’t know if you noticed, but you’re a McKinley, Josh. And not just any McKinley. You are the CEO of McKinley Industries. Obviously, you can’t marry someone on a whim. You need to take precautions. You need to organise a prenup, which I will happily sign, FYI.”
Shifting slightly, I reach for my phone in my pocket and scroll through until I find the number I need. “Hold that thought, Em. And, FYI, we don’t need a prenup. Your ass is crazy if you think I’d ever let you divorce me.”
I press the number and dial, before placing the call on speaker so Emily can hear. It rings a few times before he picks up.
“McKinley, is there a good reason you’re calling me on a Saturday morning?” he groans.
“Judge Thomas, I’m calling in a favour.” I smile at Em, who is sitting as still as a damn statue, waiting to see what I’m doing.
“Josh, if you’re in the lockup, call your brother to bail you out,” the judge replies.
“I don’t need bailing out. I need to get married. Today. I need you to do whatever it is you have to do to make it legal. Today.” Emily’s eyes go wide.
“Ah, Josh, are you being blackmailed? Gun to your head? Or just insane? Don’t tell me you knocked up some bird and need to make it official before anyone finds out?”
“No. How long do you need? To have all the paperwork together? To get this done?”
“Ah, I’ll have it done by six tonight, my office. If you’re late, I won’t be waiting around. I’m going to need the details of the poor woman you’ve convinced to marry you.”
“We’ll be there. I’ll have Sam send you everything you need.”
Hanging up the phone, I pull Emily’s face into mine, melding my lips with hers. My tongue seeks entrance into her mouth, which she eagerly grants. She grinds down on my cock as she moans against my lips, tugging on my hair. I let her take everything she wants for a few minutes before I lose it and regain control.
Flipping her over and laying her back on the couch, I settle myself between her legs. “Mmm, maybe we should refrain, you know, until after we’re married,” I mumble into the crook of her neck as my fingers work their way into her panties, circling her little nub.
“You can stop if you want. I’ll just go and finish myself off. Alone,” she growls.
I laugh. “Emmy, this pussy is mine. Your pleasure, it’s mine. Mine to give you. Mine to revel in. You are mine.” I bite down softly on her shoulder as I insert two fingers inside her.
“Well, your pussy wants to be brought to a quivering mess, Josh. Make it happen.”
Holy shit, she’s demanding when she’s horny. I fucking love how she comes right out of her shell in these moments.
“Say please and I just might, Emmy.” My fingers pump slowly in and out of her, while I use my weight to hold down her hips, stopping her from being able to chase the tempo she desires.
Emily glares at me, her mouth clamped shut. She doesn’t want to say please. Her hips fight my hold, trying to grind into my hand harder. I keep my strokes slow, teasing, my thumb lightly grazing her clit. I know I’m driving her out of her mind. She’s so fucking turned on right now her juices are dripping down my hand.
Looking at my left hand, as it pumps in and out of her, I have a vision of this same moment, except with a gold band on my finger. “I can’t wait until your sweet juices are running all over my wedding band. Tonight, when you’re officially my wife, we’re doing this again.”
“Josh, you won’t live to see tonight if you don’t give me what I want, now.” Emily’s face scrunches.
I chuckle into her shoulder. “But I love having you squirming, wanting, beneath me.”
