“I’ve got a surprise,” I announce, changing the subject. Or rather, not even addressing the subject. I hold up an envelope and wave it triumphantly. “I managed to snag two tickets to Ed Sheeran tonight.”
“Oh my god!” She screeches and plucks the envelope from my fingers. “This is amazing!”
What I don’t tell her is that getting the tickets was a lot easier than she probably realizes. Money will buy you anything and Milly doesn’t know I’m sitting on a fortune. She knows that I own the pub and a few flats but the family title and estate I inherited from my grandparents? Still a tightly kept secret. Telling her has been on the tip of my tongue the entire time we’ve been together, but she’s never questioned me at all about money and I never bothered to offer up the information.
Which is why when I finally do tell her, she might just leave London, and me, early.
Milly’s voice cuts through my thoughts. “You’re spoiling me rotten,” she laughs. “First an amazing weekend in Paris and a trip to Scotland and now Ed Sheeran? I might never leave.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her against me. “That’s the idea, love,” I growl against her skin. Just the thought of her leaving brings out my dormant alpha and my cock hardens instantly with fantasies of keeping her locked up forever in my flat. Milly is mine and I’ll be damned if I let her go.
The closer she gets to leaving, the more desperate I become to keep her.
She’s wearing the t-shirt that drives me fucking insane and a pair of knickers. This is often how she works and when I come home to see her sitting on the couch or at the table with her hair in a knot, her glasses perched on the tip of her nose and her arse on display in nothing but lace, my need for her skyrockets.
I push her slightly away and unbutton my trousers before pulling out my cock. I stroke it as I stalk my way toward her, pressing her against the wall. The envelope with the concert tickets flutters to the floor, forgotten now because her blue eyes are dark with heat. I love that she’s absolutely insatiable. She never denies me and when I press my finger to the front of her knickers, she’s soaked.
“You’re always ready for me,” I murmur as I press harder. She gasps and sucks her bottom lip in between her teeth, thrusting her tits forward. Milly has the most perfect breasts and I bend my head to suck one through the thin fabric of her shirt.
She digs her fingers into my hair, tugging and pulling as she becomes needier. She squirms with desire. “Ben,” she half moans, half purrs.
I drag my mouth away and look up at her. “What is it love?”
“I need you,” she begs. “Right now.”
“Happy to oblige,” I tell her with a smirk as I push my trousers down my thighs.
She turns to face the wall and braces herself with her hands before pushing her arse out toward me. I swipe her knickers to the side and press the head of my cock against her pussy. Milly wiggles her ass in desperation. Why waste another second? I plunge inside of her with a sharp breath. God, she feels like heaven.
My body presses against hers and I reach up to link our hands together. I thrust deep and slow inside of her, relishing the feeling of her warmth and tightness. My heart clenches as I watch our bodies connect over and over.
“Don’t leave,” I rasp out as my breaths become heavier and my balls start to tighten. This primal coupling sends me speeding to the edge and I’m going to explode deep inside of her.
She frees one of her hands and works it between her legs. She’s so greedy and ready to come; I can tell from the scarlet flush on her cheeks and the way her eyes are shut tightly. Her mouth is open but there’s no sound.
“That’s it,” I encourage her as I pound into her pussy harder. “Let yourself go, Milly.”
She whines and moans until at last, a scream followed by the trembling of her body. She starts to sag but I quickly hold her up because I’m not quite there yet.
“Stay with me,” I growl as I slam into her over and over, pushing her body into the wall until at last, my own body tenses and my cock explodes deep inside of her.
“Stay with me,” I whisper, leaning forward to kiss her exposed shoulder. I rest my forehead against her back, waiting for my heartbeat to return to normal but it doesn’t. It’s always thundering wildly in my chest because I’m scared shitless that the woman I love will leave and never come back. “Marry me.”
Milly
Ben’s proposal stuns me into silence. There are hundreds, maybe even thousands, of things I want to say to him but I’m speechless. Behind me, he pulls out and I’m left with a strange empty feeling. It’s more than just the physical loss; the emptiness is soul-deep.
Slowly, I turn to face Ben. He’s halfway to the kitchen and when he makes it to the counter and casts his gaze on me, I can see the disappointment in his eyes.
“Ben…” my voice trails off because I don’t really know what to say. I’m not surprised; in Paris, he gifted me an antique gold watch to symbolize his commitment. Since we returned, I’ve been expecting a proposal. But the reality is that we’ve only been together for six months. It’s too soon to get married, right?
“It’s okay, Milly,” he says, grabbing a towel. “Forget about it.”
He shuffles slowly back toward me and hands me the towel. His refusal to look me in the eye is an unmistakable sign I’ve messed things up.
My heart drops as I take the towel from him. And then he walks away.
After cleaning up, I find Ben in the bedroom, brooding. He’s sitting on the bed hunched over his laptop. Even with a scowl, the man is handsome. Pure and simple. And the thick black glasses he’s wearing? They give him a distinguished look that makes me eager for round two.
