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"But the contract--"
"The contract can wait," he says. "I need my girl riding me right fucking now."
I don't hesitate. I kiss him again and we melt to the kitchen floor in a frenzy of kisses, shedding clothes along the way. He's rough with me, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body, leaving no part untouched. I return his fervor, my fingers tangling in his hair as I push him onto the wood planks.
"I fucking love you, Claire," he says. "I'm so lucky I found you."
"I love you too, Grayson Hart," I say, using his real name. "So, so much."
Chapter nineteen
Gray
Ifeellikeaman reborn as my cock sinks into Claire's tight, wet pussy. It feels like I've been given a second chance, like I have the life I was supposed to have. The sex is incredible--deeper than I've ever felt with a woman, better than any other time I've been with Claire.
Maybe because she knows my real name now.
She knows the real me.
But even as I fuck her on the kitchen floor, I can't believe how lucky I am. I mean, look at her. She's so damn perfect, her skin as flawless and as soft as silk. Her body is made for sin and I bury my face in it as I grip her hips and fuck her harder. Her tits are perfect--big, gorgeous tits that I can't get enough of.
I can't believe how lucky I am.
"Right there," she begs as I pound into her. "That's the...ah!"
She cries out and clenches around my cock, so wet that I slide in and out effortlessly. I come with her, filling her up, a reminder that I have so much more to give her. She lies across my chest and we breathe heavily on the kitchen floor, her belly between us.
I don't expect what I say next, but it comes slipping out despite myself.
"I want you to marry me."
Claire picks her head up and stares at me, her eyes on mine. "Gray..."
"I know I don't have a ring or nothin'," I say. "I didn't plan ahead...fuck, I didn't plan for any of this. But I want you to be my wife, Claire Sawyer. I've never been so sure of anything in my life."
She laughs and smiles.
"I don't need a ring," she says. "My answer is yes. I would love it if you'd make me Mrs. Hart."
I spend the evening telling Claire everything.
I describe my family, my life back in Texas, my hometown. I tell her about my mother and my dad and my oldest brother, the one I was always closest to. I tell her everything I can think of, hundreds of details about everything from my childhood dog to where I hung out with my friends during high school.
I lay it all out for her, laying it at her feet like the most valuable gift I've ever given anyone. I tell her everything, and she listens.
It's the first time in my life that anyone has really heard me--that they know me. I didn't ever share this much with Dave, and he was my closest friend.
I've always kept my shit close to the vest, but I can't hold back with her.
"Did you ever tell Grandpa this?" she asks like she's reading my mind. "He never mentioned you."
I wince. "I always kept Dave at a distance," I say. "With my history, I was scared someone would find out I was a felon and run me out of town. My crew doesn't know, nobody knows...well, except you."
She squeezes my hand. "That's going to be a problem when we take your name," she says with a smile.
I laugh. "You sure we shouldn't take yours? You're the big corporate lawyer. I'm just some guy from Texas."
"Call me old-fashioned, but if I'm gonna be your wife, I want to take your name. Your real name. I understand you changed your name to protect yourself but you shouldn’t have had to do that. I’ll look into changing your name back, it should be a pretty simple process," she says. "And when our baby is born, I want him or her to have your name too."
