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“You see? Milo likes the dress, too,” she tells me with a smile. No, he just likes his mama as much as daddy does. I glower at him, letting him know with my eyes that I’m onto him.

“Babe, you should get ready, people will be here shortly,” she says as she sets Milo on the floor and finishes fixing herself up. She’s right.

I kiss her temple quickly and head to the bathroom for a shower. I look back a second, to see our little buddy lying on the bed with his tongue hanging out, panting as he watches Cecilia like she’s a juicy piece of meat he can’t wait to get a taste of. Yeah, buddy. Me, too.

Twenty minutes later, I’m checking my custom fitted suit in the mirror, adjusting the cufflinks to my black blazer.

I go on to undoing the first two buttons of my white dress shirt, then pass my fingers through my semi-damp hair, making the waves a bit messy looking with some falling forward.

Minnie loves this look. She calls it the bad boy look.

I look at her reflection in the mirror where she stands by the doorway with her back leaning against the frame, fingertips caressing the exposed skin of her breast. Her head is angled my way, her bottom lip stuck between her red lips as she looks at me, fully aroused.

“Like what you see?” I give her my devilish grin that makes her weak in the knees. She whimpers in response, then nods her head, not saying a word.

“Then why don’t you come over here and show me how much you like it? We still have a few minutes, and I’d love to see how well you wrap those pretty red lips around me one last time before we head down.”

She seems hesitant. I know she wants to. My girl loves sucking my cock. But she’s afraid I’ll mess her up again, and we have just under ten minutes left. “I promise I won’t touch your hair. You said anything, remember?” I ask with a sly grin.

“I did,” she says coyly.

“Then get over here and show me what a good girl you are. ”

She pushes off the wall and takes an eager step my way just as we hear a loud, “Hello?” coming from downstairs. Emma. Fuck! I swear I can’t catch a break.

Cecilia offers me an apologetic smile. “Sorry. I promise, later.” She blows me a kiss and rushes out of the room to greet her friend, Milo jumping off the bed and running after her.

I blow out a breath and give my big friend time to deflate as well before joining the girls.

A few hours later, I’m standing against the kitchen island with my two best friends, Clay and Greyson, watching my girl move seductively to the beat of the music. Her, Em, and Morg are definitely letting loose tonight with the dancing and cocktails.

“So, you really gonna do this? Are you ready for that?” Grey asks, sipping his whiskey.

“Yeah, I’m ready.” I nod, keeping my eyes on my pretty woman.

Clay clamps his hand down on my shoulder, gaining my full attention.

“Are you really? Are you one hundred percent sure? Because marriage isn’t a joke, Sy.

It’s a lifelong commitment, a promise to always love her, choose her, and put her first. So, can you tell me with absolute certainty that she’s the one you want to spend the rest of your life with? ”

I grind my teeth together, annoyed that he’s doubting me out of all people. He’s seen firsthand how crazy I am about Cecilia. “Yes.”

“How do you know?” he asks, pressing harder. I get it, he’s just being a good friend and looking out for Cecilia and me.

I take a deep breath in and let it out, clearing my mind of any other thoughts.

But the truth is, I don’t need to think about why I want to marry Cecilia.

I know it in my soul, it’s what I’m meant to do.

I look into my best friend’s eyes, opening my soul to him and hoping he can see the truth in my words.

“Because she’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Because being away from her for too long physically hurts, hell, even a short period of time is painful. Because I find myself counting down the seconds until I get to hold her in my arms again.”

I turn my gaze back to the woman who means the world to me. In that moment, she turns my way and smiles. It’s small and intimate, yet so powerful. “Because a life without her isn’t one I want to live,” I finish with a whisper.

Clay is quiet beside me, but I can feel his eyes as they assess me. Whatever conclusion he comes up with, I don’t care. Nothing will stop me from marrying that girl. I smile, thinking about what the ring will look like on her dainty little finger. My ring.

“Good,” Clay finally says. “Then go get your girl.” He takes me into a bro hug, slapping my back twice before letting go.

“I guess this means we’re losing another drinking buddy to marriage.” Greyson chuckles as he comes in to do the same. “Congrats man, you deserve it.”

I laugh. “She has to say yes first.”

He pulls back and gives me a knowing smile. “She will, trust me. That girl looks at you like you can walk on water. There’s no way she’ll say no.”

“Thanks, guys.” I leave them there and walk over to my beautiful Minnie.

She watches as I make my way to her, her body swaying in a magnetic way.

Like a siren luring me in, an enchantress putting a spell on me.

And I let her. Just as I bring my hands to her hips, she swivels around, putting her back to my chest, digging that glorious backside into me, hips moving from side to side.

I lower my head, rubbing my nose from her shoulder to just below her ear. “Mmm, are you trying to kill me, Minnie?”

A sensual, breathy laugh escapes her. “If you die, I promise it will be worth it.”

Her hand comes up to my nape as I kiss the crook of her slender neck, whispering against her soft scented skin, “I have no doubt I’d die a happy man.”

“The happiest.” She moans when I graze my teeth over her sensitive flesh.

We’re lost to the world, in our own galaxy where only she and I exist. To hold, to touch, to kiss, and fuck. To devour each other repeatedly, consume one another. Make love over and over again in hopes of creating our own universe.

As the music is dimmed down, breaking the spell she has cast on me, someone shouts, “IT’S TIME!” And the countdown begins. Cecilia turns in my arms, hands resting on my chest.

“TEN!... NINE!... EIGHT!... SEVEN!... SIX!... FIVE!”

My hand goes to her waist, pressing her tighter into me, the other cupping her cheek. “I love you.”

“THREE!”

“I love you,” she whispers back.

“ONE!”

I grab my still unsuspecting future wife by the hair and trap her lips to mine as everyone around us shouts, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” A promise of new beginnings. A new life with my paradise.

Milo barks at our feet as we pull apart and look at our little man. I bend to pick him up and place him between Cecilia and me as we both kiss our love baby at the same time and smile.

Not long after, the remaining guests leave as Minnie and I wish them a Happy New Year and a good night. Cecilia heads up to our room while I take Milo out on our private terrace where we made him a little green space.

Once done and back inside, I pick up a bit and shut the lights, ready to join my goddess in bed. This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for. I didn’t want to propose in front of everyone. I want it to be intimate, just the two of us.

I take my time making it up the stairs, inhaling deeply and willing my nerves to settle. I know she’s going to say yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m nervous. When my feet hit the landing I stall, shaking out my hands.

“You got this.” Milo sits at my side, tilting his head to the side as he peers up at me with a questioning look, one ear sticking up while the other flops down. “We got this, right buddy? Mama’s gonna be happy, probably gonna cry too,” I say in a low voice.

He barks in response. I’ll take that as a yes.

I resume my steps, walking over to the closed bedroom door with a frown. Weird, Cecilia always leaves the door open for me. I turn the knob, push it open, and stop once more.

Holy fuck, this night keeps getting better. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Cecilia sits at the end of the bed, legs bent and spread, with her arched feet resting on the bedframe. One arm holds up her weight on the mattress, while the other holds the pair of handcuffs in the air that I had left there for later use.

Her hair has been let down, giving that just fucked disheveled look, and she’s reapplied her red lipstick but lost the earrings. Lost everything else. She wears nothing but a huge red bow covering up her breasts, the ends hanging down between her legs, giving a bit of mystery of what lies beneath.

My dick turns to stone in my dress pants, an audible gulp sounding from my throat. I bring my hands up to my hair and pull on the ends. Fuck, I’m about to burst just at the sight.

Milo comes to enter the room, but I quickly close the door, shutting him out. Sorry bud, it’s mommy and daddy time.

“Happy birthday, Big Guy,” she says seductively as she stands from the bed and sashays toward me.

She stands before me and begins to unbutton my dress shirt with slim fingers, dilated hazels peeking up at me through thick lashes.

Once done, she untucks my shirt and slides it off along with my blazer, discarding it to the floor behind me.

I’m utterly transfixed, unable to move or speak, my heart rate spiking dangerously high every time her fingernail grazes my skin.

Her hand lowers to my trousers, slipping the button through the hole, then brings down the zipper. She drops to her knees, hands at my waistband as she pulls my pants and boxers down in one move. My erection springs free of its cage, pointing hard to the ceiling.

My girl licks her lip, ravenously hungry for my cock.

She grabs the base of my shaft, unable to wrap her fingers completely around me given my width.

She strokes softly up and down my length, swiping her thumb over the thick head to collect the droplets of pre-cum spilling out and using them as lubricant to glide back down more smoothly.