Page 39 of Hard and Unprotected

“Certainly sir,” he said obsequiously, bowing his head once again. “Certainly. Let us polish the stone and setting, and we’ll deliver it to your home. Madame, may I have your address? We’ll have it to you within a few days.”

Maggie was unable to speak for a moment, pink pout parted.

But I stepped in again.

“223 Bleeker Street, Apartment C,” was my rumble. “It’s the parlor floor place, ring the buzzer because there’s no doorman.”

“Certainly,” Raul schmoozed again. “Of course. We’ll have it for you right away.”

And with that it was done.

I gestured to the diamond merchant, my look intense. Of course, Raul understood immediately. Nodding and bowing, the salesman backed out of the room, shutting the door with a discreet click. And if I had to guess, the security cameras had gone off just about now too.

Because again, these high end places do what their clients want, anticipating their every need. And right now I wanted privacy with my best girl.

“Sweetheart,” I rasped, blue eyes blazing. “The diamond’s yours. This ring is yours.”

And like in a movie, I dropped to one knee, holding the rose gold band between two fingers.

“Will you sweetheart? Will you?”

Shit. This was unreal. Me, Evan Lincoln was proposing to a woman when I thought it’d never happen. I’m a hardened asshole. I’ve lived forty-five years without ever being tempted. And right now, it was happening like in a movie almost. But this wasn’t a movie because the emotions were real, my heart in my throat.

Maggie inhaled sharply, taking in my big form.

Oh shit, was she going to say no?

Oh shit, oh shit.

But then the female smiled, the sun breaking loose from surrounding clouds.

“Yes, Evan. I will,” came that sweet murmur.

And with that it was on. All the rainbows and games were over. I was going to own that curvy body, right here, right now.

“Sweetheart,” was my hoarse rasp. “I need to fuck you.”

The brunette didn’t protest for once. She was already learning my ways, catching on beautifully.

“Then do it,” she breathed. “Yes, Mr. Lincoln, give it to me.”

And with one clever movement, the sundress dropped from her form. Oh shit. My girl was so ripe and juicy beneath, sexy lingerie cupping those heaving curves like a second skin. Tits thick and luscious, that big butt bisected by a tiny scrap of silk.

And that ass.

I needed to fuck it, to get between those heaving cheeks and feel the dry channel for myself.

“Bend over the bench, sweetheart,” came my desperate rasp. “I want your bottom this time.”

For a moment Maggie paused, eyes flickering with confusion because I’ve never taken her ass before. I’ve stroked it, petted it, even inserted the tip of my finger as her pussy pulsed and spasmed. But massive cock in anus? Never.

Fortunately, my girl was on a roll today. Something about the heat in the air, the romance and my proposal made her body go soft and willing. Because slowly, that tiny chin nodded.

“Yes, Evan,” came her breathy murmur. “Yes.” And that curvy form draped itself over the velvet bench, ass up, small hands gripping the edges. “Fuck my ass,” she breathed. “I want to feel you inside.”

With trembling but eager palms, she reached back and plucked the string of her thong out of her bottom.

“Take whatever you want from me,” she breathed, lips parted, eyes meeting mine over one small shoulder. “Use my body, big boy.”