Page 71 of Dirty Roxie

Shit.

She’s right. I said it right when I came.

I wait for the panic to settle in. Or a nervous feeling. But it doesn’t happen. Surprisingly, I’m completely okay with it.

“Yes, I do.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you, Quinn Foster.” My arms embrace her as I try to pull her even closer to me. Kissing her lips quickly. Once. Twice. Three times. Lingering long after.

“I love you, Reed Roberts,” she says against mine.

My heart explodes like a teenage girl at a boy band concert.

“Say it again,” I tell her.

“I love you,” she breathes.

“Not letting you go now. You’re stuck with me.”

“Is that a proposal?”

My dick hardens inside her.

“Oh, you liked that,” she teases, sitting up to ride me.

“I like you.” I help piston her hips up and down. “And that can be whatever you want it to be.”

“You will have to do way better than that if you expect me to say yes.” She throws her head back and grabs her breasts as she loses herself in the feelings.

“You’ll say yes, all right.” I take over, thrusting up into her repeatedly. “You’ll say yes all night long.” I don’t stop until I feel her come apart above me, and she cries out.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, yes, yes!”