Page 201 of Savage Suit

Noah stood from his seat. “I’m going to run to the little boy’s room, then we can get to your surprise.”

The rat! Forcing me to wait so long. I held back a groan, my curiosity getting the best of me. I’d toyed with the idea he intended to propose, but our relationship was still so new, too soon for him to even consider it.

He looked at my face and, noticing my sour expression, smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long. I’ll be right back to escort you to our bedroom.”

He hurried away, so I leaned back and pulled out my phone, deciding to pass the wait with mindless scrolling on various social media timelines.

I waited and scrolled. And scrolled, and scrolled, and scrolled for an eternity. Really, about ten minutes, but still too long.

Tired of looking at memes and people’s dumb takes on issues, I pocketed my phone and stood up. Another few minutes passed without a sign of him. Fuck, I couldn’t wait any longer.

Walking down the hall and up the staircase, I was careful with my footsteps so I wouldn’t crush the petals. At our bedroom door, I didn’t bother to knock, I just threw it open. And found my answer for his holdup.

Before me, Noah kneeled on one knee, an opened ring box in his hand.

A soft gasp escaped me, and my hand flew to my mouth as I stumbled toward him. When I stood in front of him, my stunned gaze went from him to the gorgeous diamond, radiant shaped ring.

His intake of breath recaptured my attention. “Before I met you, I’d never encountered such a gorgeous, outspoken, strong woman.”

The love in his eyes made my heart flutter, and I prayed he saw how much I adored him.

“When we first met at my office, you pissed me off, but also fascinated me. And after having the pleasure of discovering what a beautiful soul you have, you’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He removed the ring, then dropped the box on the floor, and lifted one of my trembling hands. “Ryan Hagen, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

I had never been so relieved to see Ryan. After hurrying to our bathroom to freshen up and retrieve the diamond ring from my pocket, I returned to my bedroom and waited for her to storm in and find out what was taking me so long. I’d expected a five-minute wait, but she’d been more patient than expected. It took her fifteen excruciating minutes before she came to investigate.

She stared at me with teary eyes, her expression unreadable.

The continued silence made my heart pound. Guilt and fear of losing her had led me to propose, but nothing had ever felt as right. With or without my horrible indiscretion, I would’ve proposed to Ryan. She had become my world, and without her, life held no meaning.

Yet, she still hadn’t answered me.

Jesus Christ, what if my worst nightmare came true and she said no?

“Ryan?” I whispered.

She swiped at a stray tear. “Y-yes,” she stuttered, sniffling. “Yes, I will be your wife.”

Relief hit me so hard, all I could do was slide the ring on her finger. It was a perfect fit. Smiling, I stood, and she launched herself into my arms.

Our lips met, parted, allowing our tongues to mate. Our arms slipped around each other, our bodies pressing closely together.

After a moment of intense kissing, I pulled away and gazed into her eyes, amazed and awed at the love in them. “I love you, Ryan.”

“I love you too,” she replied, reclaiming my mouth.

Before long, she and I were both undressed.

Lips still attached, we migrated to the bed, my dick hard and ready for her. She broke the kiss and pushed me down onto the mattress, examining my naked body. I, too, returned the favor, admiring her golden beauty, my mouth watering at the sight of her full tits, wide hips, and bare pussy.

Done with eye-fucking me, Ryan straddled my legs. Leaning down, she teased the tip of my dick with her tongue. I gasped at the sensation, losing all reason when she took me fully into the wet warmth of her mouth. She feverishly sucked and licked me, encouraged by my moans and my tightening grip on her hair.

When she brought me to the edge, she allowed my cock to spring from her mouth, and stroke it with her hand.

“Ryan,” I moaned.

She smirked at me, before dipping her head again and swirling her tongue around my cock head. Slowly, gradually, she licked her way up my shaft. Her teasing would kill me. She’d bring me to the brink before pulling back.

“Ryan, baby.”