Page 15 of Groom Gamble
“Show me what a good girl you’ll be as I breed you.”
She blinks. “How?”
“Take off your clothes,” I demand hoarsely, and I think it surprises me as much as it does her.
Her hands tremble as she reaches for the hem of her top.
Then it’s my turn to shake as she pulls it over her head, exposing a plain white bra and perfect skin. I grip the arms of my chair to prevent me from going over right then and mauling her.
“Go on,” I say with more calm than I feel.
Her skirt drops after the longest seconds of my life and she’s there like a sweet, corruptible angel, in white cotton panties and that simple bra.
“Very good.” My voice definitely gives me away this time as she regards me from under her lashes, her blush tinting her chest with pink. I bet her nipples are gorgeous little berries.
“What should I do now, Mr Streatham?”
Fuck, the breathy way she says my name hardens my cock more than believed possible.
“Sit here.” My knuckles almost break as I remove one hand from the chair arm and slap my thigh.
She’s heaven as she approaches around my desk, slips off her shoes, and then stops as her gaze angles down at my lap.
I’m sporting a massive hard-on.
“Ignore that for now. Sit across my knees.”
There’s a tentativeness in her movements that I want to end forever. Part of me that dares to dream that one day we’ll do this sort of thing, and she’ll push me back and eagerly straddle me to take what she’s owed, or kneel to cover me with her mouth.
That day is not today. She sits gingerly, as though trying not to be too heavy.
“Miss Berry.”
“Yes.”
I love you and I want this to be everything for you, as it’s going to be for me.
“Forget that this is a marriage of convenience for a moment.”
She huffs sceptically.
“And that we’re in my office.”
“And it’s a Tuesday afternoon.” She looks over at me and that little edge of sass that I adore is playing at the corner of her mouth.
“Right now, all that matters is this.” I hold my breath as I take her nearest hand and guide it up to my shoulder, so sheleans into me. “I’m your fiancé. I’m going to give you a baby if you’re a good girl, and practice very well.”
“Yeah. That’s…” She swallows and nods. “Sensible.”
I reach for her other hand and bring it up, so we’re palm to palm. We both look down at our hands.
Hers is tiny compared to mine, with smooth, creamy skin. My rougher knuckles with black hair at my wrist make me seem exactly the opposite of her lightness. My cock throbs. She’s dainty and small, and I simultaneously want to crush and ravish and protect her.
“Kiss me.” It comes out a growl, and she freezes.
“Come on, fiancée,” I taunt her softly. My lips are tingling with how much I want this.
“Uughgh.” She wriggles and looks down, and her cute, peachy bottom almost touches my rigid cock. We both stop moving.