Page 61 of Big Book Boss

'Yes, Bastian?" She asks.

"It's been three months."

Her eyes roll around, searching for the significance of that. Clueless, she finally agrees, "Yes, it has."

"I need your answer."

"To what question?"

I lick dry my lips. "Are you willing to accept your elevated status in my life or not?"

Her expression turns from confusion to surprise when she realizes what I'm talking about. "Oh. Well, yeah. Of course. I've never been happier."

"Good, because I have a surprise for you."

She grins, "What?"

"Strip first," I tell her.

She giggles, "Oh, I'm going to love this surprise, aren't I?"

When she's standing naked before me, I tell her, "Okay, now, strip me."

She giggles again and pulls on my sweater. I bend over so it slides off. She works her way through my layers. When she pulls my pants off, I place my hands over my erection and silently stand ready.

When she stands back up, I grin. "Now, close your eyes."

She does, and I warn, "No, peeking."

I push my briefs down and step out of them. Check that everything's right, then stand tall. "Okay, you can look now."

Her eyes fly open, and she stares at my stupid grin, then her eyes fall down to my flagpole with the gold ribbon tied in a bow around it.

She laughs aloud, and I pop the question. "Samaera, will you marry me?"

Her hand shakes as she reaches to untie it from either laughing or excitement. I can't tell which. But when the eight-carat emerald cut diamond solitaire engagement ring falls in her hand, barely breathing, she whispers, "Pickle!"

Then she jumps on me, wrapping herself around me, and as my cock fills her with my love, she sings, "Yes, yes, yes, yes. Hallelujah! YES!"

I lay down on the bed, take the ring, and place it on her finger, and the cowgirl, Dixie Doodle, rides her Big Book Boss into the sunset, yelling, "YEEHAW."

The End