Page 30 of Another Shot At Forever
Another suck.
“Baby…”
She rocked her hips back and forth, riding the orgasm hard, fast, andfuck, I needed to be inside.
I made my way back to her mouth, our lips colliding as I eased my thick cock inside her wet heat.
Pumping in and out, I nearly lost it. So, I slowed, grinding into her, taking in the moment of pure fucking bliss. “Baby, you’re perfect.”
And I meant it.
Like Ed Sheeran’s song, Giana Rossi had been perfect for me since day one.
I wanted to spend the rest of my life making up for time we’d lost.
She moaned my name, our rhythm increasing.
And, as I came undone, her body quaked beneath me, leaving me with only one thing left to say.
“I love you, Gigi Rossi.”
“I love you one hundred times more.”
* * *
Moonlight filled the room, Giana’s head resting on the plane of my chest.
In between hours of making love, we talked about what a future for Us Version 2.0 would look like.
Giana explained she’d quit her job, mainly because the rivalry with Margo mirrored her rivalry with Sofie—staying in that toxic environment would hit too close to home. Her heart was set on one day opening her own firm, selling homes like the ones in the Hamptons. Until then, the commission earned on the Victorian home I’d purchased would be enough for her to live on till she decided on her next steps. I wanted her to come live with me and Scarlett. I wanted forever.
As we lay there, I could tell by the slow rise and fall of her chest, she’d be drifting off to sleep soon. I reached into my bedside drawer and pulled out the black velvet Harry Winston box.
“Hey”—I gently shook her shoulder—“remember that ring I slipped on your finger in Barbados?”
She lifted her gaze to meet mine. “M-hmm.”
“You wanted to know the story behind it, remember?”
When she nodded, I explained that I’d borrowed money from my dad to purchase the ring back when we were in college.
I’d planned to ask her to marry me right after graduation, but I didn’t want her to feel like doing so would make her have to choose between moving to California with me and her career goals or even her grandmother.
Giana sat up, her full, exposed breast making my mouth water. “So, you wanted to marry me six years ago?”
“I wanted to marry you then and even more now.” I got to my feet and kneeled, naked ass and all. “Giana, baby, will you marry me?”
She squealed and covered her face with her hands, nodding her yes as if the word was lodged in her throat. Wiping tears, she held out her left hand, inviting me to slide the five-carat onto her finger.
When I did, she giggled out, “It’s about damn time.”
EPILOGUE
Giana
Three Months Later
“You’ve got a love note!” Scarlett barged into the room, note in her hand and a smile that made my heart giggle. “Daddy wants you to read it before it starts.”
