Time and Time Again (Maybe #2.5)(23)

“You look beautiful today,” he says as he enters our bedroom.

“You say that every day.”

“That’s because you’re f*ckin’ hot.”

I grin. “Right back at you. In fact, why don’t you come and show me up close just how hot you are?”

“What do you want, Clara?” he asks, eyes darkening.

“You. Naked.”

He pulls his t-shirt off and flexes, showing off his ripped muscles. My mouth waters. When he slides down his pants and boxer shorts, I stare at his cock in appreciation.

“I want that in my mouth right now,” I say, pointing at it.

“Fuck,” he grits out, eyes widening. “Get on your knees, Clara.”

I do as I’m told, smacking my lips together in anticipation.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

I open wide, and let him slide himself inside. Then, gripping onto the base of him, I suck him deep.

“Clara,” he moans. “Shit woman, you’re so damn sexy.”

I lick him from top to bottom.

“Touch yourself while you suck my cock,” he demands, heavy-lidded eyes on me. Reaching one hand down, I slide my panties to the side and touch myself. I’m already wet, and I use some of the wetness on my finger to touch my clit.

“That’s it,” he whispers, running his hands gently through my hair. His hips move gently, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in a slow rhythm. Suddenly, he pulls out, lifts up my dress, and rips off my panties.

“I liked those.”

“So did I,” he says then slides into me in one smooth thrust.

“Yes,” I whisper. “So good, Tag.”

He lowers his head to kiss me.

I close my eyes, loving everything about this man.

He is my happily ever after.

And I couldn’t be more thrilled.





“Clara, will you marry me?”

Holy shit.

He was down on one knee before me, making my dreams a reality.

“Of course I will,” I tell him, tears pooling in my eyes. He slides the ring on my finger then stands and pulls me in for a kiss. I hold onto his broad shoulders, clutching him almost desperately.

The last year has been the best of my life.

Tag earned back my trust, and our relationship is one I never thought I’d ever have.

“I love you,” he says against my lips. “So f*cking much, Clara.”

“I love you, too,” I reply, smiling, looking down at my ring. “It’s beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he replies, eyes sparking. “And you just made me the happiest man alive.”

“That’s it. We’re making love. Right now.”

He grins devilishly.

And I smile happily.

Sometimes, knights in shining armour are disguised.

Sometimes they are covered in tattoos, curse, and talk dirty.

And that is perfectly okay with me.