“I have one decision you need to make all on your own,” I say. “Amanda Johnston, would you do me the incredible honor of being my wife?”
She claps her hands over her mouth and I see her eyes shifting everywhere around the restaurant, taking in all the eyes on us. I can only imagine what she's thinking and feeling in that moment – I just hope it's good. Her eyes are shimmering with tears and her face turns an even deeper shade of red – a shade of red I don't believe exists in nature.
“Will you marry me, darlin'?”
She opens her mouth to speak but no words come out – nothing but a hoarse little croak. But she nods vigorously before she throws her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight.
“Yes,” she's finally able to choke out. “Yes, I'll marry you. Yes.”
The restaurant around us explodes in cheers and applause and Amanda plants a big kiss on me. I take the ring from the box and slip it on her finger. She looks at it with eyes so big, I fear they're going to pop right out of her head. She holds her hand up, gazing in wonder at the ring on her finger.
The waitress comes to the table and sets our desserts down – along with a couple flutes of champagne.
“It looks like the occasion calls for champagne instead of port,” she says. “Congratulations.”
I look at the waitress, my heart filled to bursting, and give her a smile. “If you wouldn't mind, darlin', would you wrap these desserts up to go?”
She smiles and nods. “Of course.”
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We're in the back of the car and Amanda hasn't taken her eyes off the ring. She just keeps looking at it with wonder and marvel in her eyes. She's barely been able to speak.
“It looks good on you,” I say.
She finally manages to tear her eyes away from the ring and looks at me. Her lower lip is trembling and there are fresh tears in her eyes.
“I need you to be honest with me about something, Brady.”
“Shoot,” I say.
“Proposing to me back there like that,” she starts, “was that just all part of selling the illusion?”
I shake my head firmly. “No,” I say. “When I first approached you with this idea, I thought it was going to be nothing more than a business arrangement.”
“Yeah, so did I.”
My heart is thundering in my chest. I'm not a man who enjoys talking about his feelings and think I sound like an idiot when I do. But I know that she needs to hear this. Know that she needs the reassurance. Hell, maybe I do too.
“But the more time we spend together, Amanda,” I say, “the more I fall for you. You have already changed my life in so many ways – ways I can't even begin to explain to you. Ways that I probably don't even understand yet.”
Tears spill down her cheeks, but I can tell they're tears of happiness. I reach out and wipe them away.
“This was a business deal to start with,” I say. “But darlin', somewhere along the way, I fell for you – and I fell hard.”
She presses her lips to mine and then pulls back and smiles. “Thank you.”
I shake my head again. “No, darlin',” I say. “Thank you.”
She gives me another kiss – this one with some real fire behind it and it nearly takes my breath away. Biting her bottom lip, she gives me that seductive smile that never fails to get my fire burnin'.
“Derek,” I say. “Just – drive around for a while, will you?”
“Yes, sir.”
I raise the partition to give us a little privacy as Amanda climbs into my lap, straddling me. She kisses me hard, running her hands across my chest. I kiss her neck, sliding the tip of my tongue down the plunging neckline of her dress, teasing her stiff nipples through the fabric.
I reach down and run my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up around her waist. She bites my ear and then kisses my neck, grinding herself against my hard cock. I slip one of her breasts out of her dress and kiss it, suck on it, and make her gasp when I give it a hard nip. She takes her hair down, letting me run my hands through it.
I kiss her and give her hair a good pull, tilting her head back so I can kiss her neck. She moans as she grinds herself against me and when I reach down and pull her panties to the side, I can feel how hot and wet she is already.
She reaches down and strokes my cock through my pants. The need and desire I feel for her is overwhelming. Amanda climbs down onto the floorboard and kneels between my legs. Unbuttoning my pants, she pulls my cock out and strokes it, never breaking eye contact with me. Leaning forward, she traces her tongue around the head of my cock, then runs it up and down my shaft. My body explodes in sensation and I moan.
Amanda takes my cock into her mouth, moving her head up and down while stroking me with her hand at the same time. I look out the window, at the cars passing by us and wonder if they feel as good as I feel in that moment.
I look down at her as she sucks me off and want to make her feel as good as I do. I gently push her back and then lay down on the back seat.
“I want to taste you,” I say, my voice thick with desire.
She smiles and moves carefully around so that she's straddling my face. Leaning forward, she takes my cock back into her mouth and keeps sucking. I bury my face in her pussy, licking and sucking, sliding my tongue deep inside of her.
Amanda's rhythm falters when I take her clit into my mouth and suck hard on it at the same time I drive two fingers deep into her. She moans and calls my name softly, grinding herself back onto my hand and mouth, encouraging me to go deeper. I oblige and start pumping my fingers in and out hard and fast as I suck on her clit.
She's moaning and writhing on top of me, squeezing my cock hard and stroking it.
“Jesus, Brady,” she moans. “Oh, God.”
And a second later, her body tenses and she comes hard, her whole body shuddering and her cries coming out more like strangled gasps. I slide my tongue inside of her, desperate to taste her as she comes for me. She moans louder and grinds herself back onto my mouth as her orgasm fades away.
Sliding off of me, she reaches into her bag and pulls out a condom as I sit up. She reaches forward and slides the condom down over my cock, cupping my balls before leaning forward to suck on them.
Amanda climbs back up onto my lap, careful to make sure her dress is up around her waist. She grabs my stiff prick and rubs it against her clit, softly moaning as she does. I squeeze her ass hard as I take her breast into my mouth and suck on it.
She slips my cock into her waiting, wet opening and moans as she slides down on me. When I'm fully sheathed inside of her, Amanda kisses me – a kiss that conveys everything she's feeling. She begins to rock her hips, moving herself up and down on my shaft. I squeeze her ass, feeling her smooth, perfect skin beneath my fingers and relishing the sensation of her body moving on top of mine.
Up and down, harder and faster, she fucks me, never breaking eye contact. She digs her fingers into my shoulders as she rides me, leaning back as I move my hips up to meet her movements, plunging myself even deeper into her tight, wet pussy.
Our bodies move in unison, our gasps and cries a chorus of pleasure and desire. Amanda's breathing is growing ragged and I feel the pressure building to a crescendo within me. She grinds her hips harder and faster, taking me deeper into her, fucking me like there's no tomorrow.
I groan and feel our bodies tense in unison. I move my hips up as she comes down and I plunge deep into her warm, wet depths and that's it for the both of us. Amanda leans back, calling my name as my cock explodes inside of her. We cling to each other, trembling and shuddering as our bodies pulse and throb as one.
She sits up and lays her head on my shoulder as I spill the last of my seed into the condom still inside of her. Looking into my eyes, she smiles.
“I don't think I'll ever get tired of this,” she purrs.
“Me either, darlin',” I say. “Me either.”
I slip the condom off and toss it into the trash can beneath the mini-bar and then sit back on the seat. Amanda wraps her body around mine and we snuggle together as the car drives us into the darkness of the night.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Amanda