Page 138 of Joey

She takes a sip of her wine, her mind elsewhere.

“You okay?”

“Huh?” She blinks at me.

“You seem distracted.”

“Just thinking about stuff,” she says with a shrug.

“I’ve been thinking too.” I slide off my stool and walk around the island until I’m standing in front of her.

She grins cheekily. “You thinking? That sounds dangerous.”

“Careful.”

She flutters her eyelashes. My brat is looking to get spanked. “What were you thinking about?”

“I had a whole plan for this, baby girl, but—” I drop to one knee and take the box out of my pocket, pulling it open to reveal the platinum ring with a 4-carat pink diamond. “Will you marry me, Joey?”

“W-what?” She stares, open-mouthed. “But you…you never wanted to get married. You said…” Her eyes dart from me to the ring.

The truth is I never had any desire to spend eternity with anyone—but that was before her. That was before I realized there was a person out there who I didn’t want to call my girlfriend, my casual hookup, or my partner, or anything else other than my wife.

Mine.

I want a ring on her finger so that every man who looks at her knows that she belongs to someone else—that she belongs to me.

The silence between us stretches out for an eternity as she goes on blinking like she’s in a daze. Fuck! Maybe it’s too soon.

“Any chance I could get an answer? You’re killing me here, baby girl.”

She blinks at me, her eyes wet with tears. Then she drops to her knees in front of me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Yes. Yes! So much freaking yes.”

She smothers my face with kisses, and I wrap my arms around her, trying to calm her down long enough to get the ring on her finger, but her lips are way too distracting. I kiss her back and we fall onto the floor into a heap. She giggles, threading her fingers through my hair and guiding my head lower as I nip at her neck and run my hand over her ribs.

“Can I get this damn ring on you first?” I ask, holding up the box.

She holds out her left hand. “Please.”

The ring fits perfectly and looks fucking incredible on her finger. “I think from now on this is the only thing you get to wear in this apartment.”

“I love it, Max,” she squeals. “It’s beautiful.”

“You make it look fucking beautiful, baby.” I start unbuttoning her shirt, trailing kisses over the soft tan skin I expose. Pushing it open and revealing her naked body, I gape at her. She is beyond perfect. Sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth, I bite down onto the creamy flesh and she moans, arching her back and pressing herself against my mouth.

I fist my hand in her panties, working them off her as I keep sucking on her tits. She wriggles her legs to help me and the scent of her arousal in the air makes me desperate. I lick a trail from her breasts to her stomach. Her skin smells of me. Her pussy reeks of sex. She makes me feral.

“Fuck me, Max,” she pleads, her breathing fast and shallow.

I reach for my cock, pulling it out of my sweatpants and giving it a quick tug before I drag the crown over her soaking folds. My piercing grazes her clit, making her whimper and claw at my skin.

“I need you,” she cries, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. Needing her just as much, I drive into her pussy, sinking all the way inside her hot, wet heat and feeling like I might fucking pass out from the sheer relief of her hugging my cock the way she does.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ, Joey,” I growl as I pull out and slam back into her. “Always… need you… so fucking much.”

“It’s the same for me, Max.” Her pussy squeezes me tighter, like it will never let me go. “I always need more.”

I roll my hips, driving deeper and rubbing my piercing over her G-spot, making her tremble. “That not enough for you?” I grunt as I watch her eyes roll back in her head.