Page 29 of Until You’re Breathless (Insatiable #1)

She turns so she’s sideline, and I pull her ass towards me, hungry to taste her.

Her clit is upright, all hard from fucking me with her mouth, and I suck it, tasting her arousal, reaching for her tits, squeezing her nipples, feeling her sucking harder from the encouragement.

And it’s on. Tongue battering her faster, I feel her ass moving, signaling how close she is, but that doesn’t stop her from sucking harder and faster, too.

It’s like I’m spurring her on. That’s when I feel her stomach contracting, and then I feel her clit quiver, and she moans, coming on my face, creating such a fucking sexy vibration on my cock that I come, too.

I come all in her mouth as she comes at my face, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever done before in my life.

I’ve sixty-nined before but never ending that way.

My cock explodes in her mouth, and she takes it like a champ, while she comes on my tongue.

She rolls over onto her back and we’re both spent.

“Fuck, that was...fucking amazing.” I pant.

“It was. I can’t believe I pulled that off.”

“You’re a goddess, Bowie. Don’t you forget it.” I roll over and kiss her thigh.

She chuckles warmly. “Well, that’s a great way to start the day.”

“Agreed.” I grunt, getting up as I hear my alarm clock going off. “You care to share a shower with me, baby?”

“I’ve got an email I need to take care of while it’s still fresh in my head.”

I lift a brow. “You were thinking about that while you were doing that?”

She smiles, lifting onto her elbows. “I have notes in my phone. I’ve got to compile the email before I forget.”

“You have an assistant, Bowie. Why don’t you get her to do that.”

“It’s for Wesley.” She winks. “You know...my boyfriend?”

She loves to tease me. I chuckle. “You are a vixen. Play that man like a fiddle and I’ll fuck you like an animal again.”

“I’ll fuck you like an animal.” She quips, walking away from me, gloriously naked. I can’t not watch her walk away.

“Hey. Where are you going?” I call after her, missing her already.

“To get my phone. I’ll be right back.”

For those twenty seconds, I have an epiphany.

More like a giant light bulb turns on in my head, reminding me of something that I’ve always thought about, that I’ve always dreamed of, and it’s something that now would eliminate a huge issue that I’ve had since the beginning of the new beginning.

When she comes back into the bedroom, eyes on her phone, so beautifully naked, that I feel like I fall in love with her all over again.

“I figured out how to make it so your name is part of Lawson Enterprises.”

She lifts her head from her phone for a second. “Jagger, I told you, it doesn’t matter.” I wait, letting her finish writing the email. “There. That should eliminate the problem.”

“What problem?”

“I just gave him an update on Boston. Evidently my ex wasn’t stupid enough to threaten me or you, but he was stupid enough to threaten Wesley.

He told him that he was making a huge mistake doing business with us.

I set him straight and told him that Boston had made a call to you and I last night, too. ”

“Boston will fry for that.”

“Exactly.”

My eyes search hers.

“What’s the matter, Jagger?”

“I just...” I trail off, wanting to come out and say this without making it sound like a hidden agenda, without making it sound like I haven’t given my heart and soul to this woman, just for one thing.

“You just what?” She’s concerned.

I take her hand in mine, but instead of just holding my hand, she holds me to her.

“Jagger, I love you. There isn’t anything that you can tell me that can change that.

” She pulls back so her eyes search mine and mine search hers.

“Now, I know that it bothers you, that you feel like you have something to prove to me, and you think that by putting my name on the business, that that proves it, but I’ve told you more than once now that it doesn’t matter. ”

My hands cup her face. “There is one way that this business can also be your name....marry me. Take my name.”

Her eyes widen for a moment. “You...you want to get married?”

“I want to marry you .” I clarify. “I never thought I would really want to, but now I do. You and I...we were meant to be together forever...since high school. You are the one. You are the only woman for me, Bowie. I’ve never loved another woman.

And I never will. And this way, you can also be a Lawson, and then you’ll be part of this company just like I am. ”

She blinks, but she isn’t frozen, she isn’t pulling back, she isn’t recoiling. She’s shocked. I’ve completely taken her by surprise.

“I...I don’t have a ring or anything, and we’re both naked, so you don’t have to say yes right now.

I mean, this isn’t exactly the proposal you were probably hoping for, but I just felt it.

It hit me as soon as you left the room. It hit me that I want to be your husband, and I want you to be my wife, and I don’t want to go anywhere else or be with anyone else unless you’re with me.

I don’t ever want to lose you again, and that fucker Boston was insane to never marry you.

I want to. I want to be the guy that watches you grow old and loves you every day for the rest of your life and mine, and I don’t want it to be my life anymore.

I want it to be our life, and...will you marry me?

” I chuckle, knowing that I’m rambling like a fucking idiot.

She gasps a chuckle at me.

“Okay, so I fucking suck at proposing, okay?” I admit with another chuckle.

She smiles, as tears form in her eyes. “No.” She swallows, grinning, as I watch a tear fall down her cheek. “You nailed it.”

I grin, prompting her with a hand gesture. “Will you...?”

With a nod, she cups her face, and I envelop her with my arms, kissing her head. “God, I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Jesus Christ, Jagger. Are you crazy?” Halen chortles, as I pull up to the party venue in my Bel-Air.

“Why would driving my car here be crazy?”

“Because...where the fuck are you going to park the goddamn thing?”

“In the underground parking. It’s secure.”

“Fine.”

“Besides, it goes with my suit, and it makes for a great getaway car if this thing goes to shit.”

“Why the fuck you had to invite the whole fucking world to this I’ll never understand. Egotistical much? I mean, the whole fucking world already knows now that you got the biggest fucking automotive deal of the century.”

“So, if everyone already knows, why does it make such a big fucking difference?”

“Because you’re rubbing it in everyone’s faces, that’s why.”

“So? It’s call PR, man. Go talk to Stevie. Have this same conversation with her. She’ll set you straight.” I pat him on the shoulder, and he leans up, off the car door, letting me drive to the underground parking.

Once I get inside, I see that my sister has outdone herself.

The place looks even better than the circus we’ll call our birthday party.

It looks well put together, with linen-covered tables, place cards, a dance floor, a DJ that doesn’t suck, since me and Bowie hired him personally, for his knack for discretion.

I see Bowie standing by her mother and my mother, and I approach her.

She’s dressed in a beautiful cream silk gown with scalloped edges that exposes her legs just below her knees.

“God, you look beautiful, baby.” I tell her, giving her a kiss on the mouth.

I still haven’t gotten her an engagement ring yet, and we haven’t told a soul yet that we’re engaged, for our own reasons.

The look on her mom’s face is telling. She adores me as much as I adore her, so I go over and give her a big hug, and then I hug my own mother as well.

“Congratulations on convincing Mister Hopkins to work with you, Jagger.” Bowie’s mom says.

“Oh, don’t just congratulate me. Congratulate Bowie, and, in fact, this whole room. That’s why we’re throwing this shindig.” I wink at Bowie.

Sure, the guest count is overkill. There are over two hundred and fifty people here, but this is a once in a lifetime deal, and therefore, it deserves a once in a lifetime treatment.

Hell, even my father and a couple of my uncles are here.

It took a month to plan it, but Stevie is a miracle worker, and it shows.

“Hey, little brother.” Stevie says, giving me a hug.

It’s funny how she calls me her little brother.

We were born only two minutes apart. “We’re all set. ” She winks at me. “You ready?”

I look at Bowie. “I was born ready.”

She smiles at me.

“Good. Then, you better get to it, because Axl’s already into the sauce.” Stevie informs.

“Greeeeat. Where’s Jinny? She seems to be able to distract him lately.” I comment, looking around.

The venue has the tables arranged in a horseshoe shape around the dance floor, then the bar is off to the left side, the DJ is to the right, and the podium is next to the DJ. Wesley and his crew have their own tables on the same side as our crew. “I’ll go see if he’s ready to do our thing.”

Wesley sees me approaching and he smiles. “Shall we flip to see who gets to go first?”

“That’s your call, sir. I’m happy to do it though.”

“No, my boy, I’ll do it. Just let me make my way up there to the podium.”

“Bowie and I will be right behind you, sir.”

I gesture to her, but she’s already approaching. “You ready?”

“Let’s do it.” She nods.