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Doing as she asks; I stand against the door giving us a little privacy from the glass. The office is situated right at the back but still.
“What the fuck are you playing at?” She stops and whirls to face me, there’s a look of confusion mixed with anger on her face.
“What do you mean?” I ask her, sliding my hands into my pockets and crossing my ankles relaxing my stance against the door.
“What...? What do you mean, what do I mean? You’ve just told someone, someone that I might be working with that I’m your fiancée.”
I nod pushing my bottom lip out while I go over the details. “Yeah… is that a problem?”
“A problem…? Well, no, but maybe a little warning would have been nice. I mean you can’t just tell people we’re engaged when we’re clearly not?”
Sighing, I push off the door and take her by the shoulders and halt her pacing. “Em, look at me.” She leans back against the desk, as I lift her chin and instantly, she appeases me. “What does it matter? I love you. And no, I haven’t said anything before now, but we’ve kind of had other things and obstacles blocking our pathway. What do you say?”
She cocks her head to the side as she studies me then shakes her head. “Well, how romantic.” Her hand goes to her chest in dramatic fashion, batting her eyelashes, while smiling dreamily. “Ah, that was just… perfect.” Then her face conforms into a scowl. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Why does everything have to be something out of a fucking romance novel. I want you to marry me.” I step closer until she’s tipping her head back.
“I’m sure you do.” Her eyes narrow to slits and she chews on the inside of her cheek. “Why now?”
“What you mean?” I squeeze my brows together,
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips and grins knowingly. “Why now?”
“Oh, you know what, forget it. If you don’t want to marry me, you only have to say. Let’s get back to Adam fucking dickface and let him take you all over America to show your work off or maybe show you off.” I know I’m sulking; do I care though? Do I fuck. “Forget I said anything.”
Gripping the bottom of my tux jacket I tug it down, straightening it up, and sniffing as I lift my chin ready to go back out there, shrugging off the rejection that’s stabbing at my heart like jagged shards of glass.
“Troy.” Grabbing the handle I turn it, yanking the door, but she quickly appears in front of me, slamming her back against the door effectively stopping me. “Are you jealous?”
“Me? Why the fuck would I be jealous?”
She grabs the lapels of my jacket and tugs me to her. “Because Mr Parker, you sound like a man who suddenly feels very threatened. Adam is a very nice man,” She’s not selling it to me, and with her body pressed against mine she pushes her lips into a pout, placing a soft peck on my lips. “but you’re better, because I love you.” Bringing my hands to her face I tip her head back and reward her with a firm kiss, sucking on her lips as I release them. “Remember when I said that my heart belongs to you?” I nod ever so slightly, “I meant it. There’s no one else for me Troy, and maybe if you can come up with a better proposal than, ‘wanna get married?’ then maybe I’ll think about it.”
“Hmm,” I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep, soul defying kiss before releasing her again.
She licks her lips and smiles. “Now can we get back out there?” I nod pretending that she hasn’t just found my weakness. “No more jealousy, okay?”
“Fine. But if I see his eyes stray once from your face, he’ll be on his arse.” Clearing my throat, I lean forward letting a kiss linger on her forehead before opening the door again. I let her go first and I follow her out like a good little lapdog.
The rest of the evening goes uneventfully. Adam spoke to Emily, but I stayed out of it. Instead, I spoke to the other artists. Brushed shoulders with clients and associates and introduced them to Emily. She was her normal charming self and by the end of the showcase I think I was back in her good books.
At the end of the exhibit, we get into the limo and the driver pulls away from the curb. As we hit the main road the screen partition that separates us from the driver slides up. Emily has a glint in her eye as she lifts her arse from the seat and hitches her dress up. She turns to me smiling, as she rises onto her knees and throws a leg over mine, sitting on top of me. Grasping my face as she leans down and our lips moulds together. I place my hands firmly at her sides, running them up and down, softly brushing over the silk of her dress, before tugging her forward with her hips grasped firmly in my fingers and jerk her forward until her chest lay adjacent to mine. Her arms circle my shoulders while she rocks back and forth grinding her pussy down on my hard dick. Gasping for breath my head falls back onto the headrest behind me. “Fuck, Em.”
“I always wondered what it would be like to get off in a limo.” Her eyes sparkle in mischief. “Can he hear?” Her head nods toward the front where the driver sits behind the screen.
Shaking my head, I try to control the rapid pace of my heart. Reaching up I press a button for some music, grinning as the classic tune fills the confined space, our breaths mingling to the sound of I’ll Make Love to You, by Boyz II Men playing out. “It'll have to be quick.” I breathe as she rocks against me again. “Shit... You’re gonna be the fucking death of me, angel.” With my hand wrapped around the back of her neck, I pull her lips to mine, sliding my tongue between her hungry lips. Her fingers deftly unfasten my trousers, reaching in and grasping my cock as she pulls it out, pumping her fist up and down as I lift her dress. A low groan sounds at the back of my throat as my hips jolt forward with the pleasure that she’s exerting from me then briefly stops her movements, releasing me as she rises to her knees again. Gathering her dress around her waist she holds it up allowing me to slip my hand between her legs and hook my finger under the lace of her knickers, gasping at her how wet she is for me. Sliding them to the side, I push a finger inside of her. Hearing her moans as I go all the way to the knuckle resonate within me making my dick even harder. “Don’t forget, make it quick.”
With one hand on my shoulder and her dress gathered in her other hand, I fist my aching cock as she guides herself down onto me, taking me all the way to the base. I groan loudly at the feeling of her around me, squeezing before bringing herself back up. “God, Troy. I want you so bad.”
Smiling at her words I grip her hips tightly in my fingers as she slides up and down bringing her mouth to mine, kissing me, no, devouring me with her greedy lips.
Breaking our kiss, she gawks openly as she bites down on her lip, so seductively that I want it in my mouth just to have a taste. I pull her lip from between her teeth with my thumb before trailing it along her mouth. She guides it into her mouth and sucks, pushing her lips to the bottom, then drags her teeth back to the top. “Oh fuck. You’re such a bad girl.” I gasp, as a moan falls from my lips.
“I’m bad for you,” she puts her forehead to mine, “and only you, Troy Parker.”
I thrust up harder, while she grinds down taking me deeper, my balls tightening as she moves her hips in a circular motion, making my stomach clench with the beginning of my release. “Marry me.” I pant, holding her hips steady and slow her movements. A smile tips her luscious lips as the flush rises into her cheeks, “Marry me, Emily Lancaster.”beads of sweat sprinkle her nose as she rides me faster and harder.
I’m so ready to let go. With my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips, she groans loudly while I work us up and within seconds, we’re falling over that invisible edge, our foreheads stuck together, sweat coating our skin from the heat in the back of the car. As our breathing evens out and we’ve ridden that obligatory high, her breath mingles with mine. “Yes.” she gasps. My eyes widening in question until I remember the ten seconds before when I asked her that question. “Yes.” Her smile as bright as the flush in her cheeks and from this angle she’s fucking breath-taking. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Troy Parker.”
