“We need rings,” I say.
She crosses her arms over her chest and gives me a skeptical look.
“Just rings, right?You won’t drop onto a knee in public, right?I don’t need that.Actually, I’d hate that,” she says.
My bubbly cupcake was always happiest when her efforts went toward spotlighting someone else.I gather her into my arms and brush my lips over her temple.
“As long as I can kiss you at the altar in front of everyone we know, I can skip the public proposal,” I relent.
“Fine… I still need to change, though,” she demands.
I groan and fill my hands with her ass.
“You’re right.I’d probably massacre half of New York City if you went out in these leggings,” I whisper in her ear.
“You’re just hard up because we haven’t had sex in a week,” she whispers right back.
“Baby, I told you I’m a hungry man.Even after a feast, I still want to gorge on cupcakes.”
Her blush arrows straight to my balls.I reluctantly let her go when she slips out of my hands.
“Sorry, beast.I may be ready to go back to work, but that doesn’t mean I’m ready to be eaten.You’ll have to wait a little while longer,” she says in a sing-song voice as she strides down the hall.
I curse, but there’s no heat behind it.As long as she’s happy, healthy, and by my side, I’ll accept having blue balls.
I’m obsessed with her.Always have been.Always will be.
I consider a quick shower to rub one out, but the thought holds no appeal.I’d rather the pressure build than take matters into my own hands.Although, the thought of a mutual masturbation session gives me a raging hard on.
I’ll have to suggest the idea when she isn’t preparing to grace the public with her beautiful self.Possessive fury demands her blushes be for me and only me.
I join her in the master closet and base my clothes off her selection.A simple, flowy dress with a low neckline and asymmetrical skirt highlights her curves in a playful, elegant style.I choose casual—jeans, button-down, and loafers—and wait for her to choose her footwear.
My mouth waters as she leans down to slip on her sandals and offers me a stunning view of her cleavage.I long to bury my face in and fill my hands with her delicious breasts, but she rises and announces she’s ready.
Her ass should be illegal.I adjust my stiff cock as I follow her down the hallway.
I hold her hand as I weave through traffic, and even after I pull up to the valet, I don’t let her go.
She stops trying to open her door when I squeeze her hand.She sighs and waits for me to walk around and help her out of the vehicle.
As we step into the most expensive jewelry store in New York City, I lean down and murmur in her ear so only she can hear.
“You have to let me be a gentleman now so I don’t feel guilty when I ravage you like a savage beast later.”
She chokes and playfully swats my arm.
“You’re too much,” she whispers.
Fuck, her blush is straight from my wet dreams.
We wander around for a while before an attendant approaches us.Karey looks around but doesn’t seem overly excited about one style more than any other.
After several minutes of aggressive sales pitches, she turns to me and shrugs, but the frustration and worry in her eyes twists my stomach.
“I’m sorry, I just want simple,” she says.
I look at the selections for the first time, my attention having been too focused on Karey’s facial expressions and overall reactions for me to have noticed before, and understand her dismay.