Chasing Love (Dark Love 1)

My focus returns to Julian, his hand extends with a ring waiting to be placed on my finger. With a yearning look, I stare into the eyes of a man who has only shown me love and kindness since the moment we met. He protects me when I need it the most, yet allows me my freedom and respects my boundaries, often encouraging me to go beyond my normal levels of comfort.

He loves me and only me.

“You’re kind of leaving me out on a limb here.” He laughs, nervously.

I look around again, knowing every second which passes probably feels like an hour in Julian’s mind.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

I catch myself by surprise, throwing all caution to the wind as I open my mouth and say, “Yes.”

The moment the word escapes my lips, Julian’s face brightens, his beautiful hazel eyes widen as his mouth follows suit. Unable to contain his joyous grin, he slowly slides the ring on my finger as the restaurant applauds around us.

Tilting his head, he places a kiss on my lips, almost like it seals the proposal. I sit back against the chair, raising my hand to admire the ring which perfectly fits on my finger.

“Charlie, you have just made me the happiest man alive.”

Placing my hands on his cheeks, I pull him back into me, kissing him deeply, desperately trying to get lost in this moment. Gently pulling away, my mouth curves upward into a smile, staring at the handsome man before me who will soon be my husband. I glance at the ring again, still in shock this happened only a few moments ago.

“Shall we go back to my place to celebrate?” he asks with a cocky grin.

“By celebrate, I hope you mean fool around before having some extremely hot sex?”

Letting out a laugh, he nods. “You read my mind.”

As we stand his phone rings, prompting him to answer. Annoyed, he talks for a few moments, his lips pressing together while grimacing. I only catch bits of the conversation, too busy staring at the rock, which feels like it weighs a ton on my hand and heart.

As his conversation finishes, I force a smile, flashing my ring enthusiastically.

“Charlie, I’m sorry.”

“Did the bat signal go off?”

“Even if it did, I wouldn’t leave, but a well-known politician has been caught in a rather compromising situation in Long Island. I need to be there in two hours.”

“Wow, like cock wrapped around a twenty-one-year-old mistress situation?”

“Something like that.”

“Two hours? That gives us plenty of time, Mr. Baker.”

***

My head falls onto the pillow, my back arching as he buries himself deep inside me. His movements push me closer to that moment, the moment when I scream his name, but something feels different.

His pace picks up, his grunts deepening. In an act of desperation, he buries his head between my breasts, kissing the curves until his tongue finds its way to my erect nipples. I clench with pleasure as his teeth graze over them. I’m almost there.

“Imagine us, baby, every day for the rest of our lives buried in each other. You’ll be my wife, forever mine.”

His words forever mine.

I will be his.

I will belong to him like he’ll belong to me—Julian and Charlie Baker.

The wave of panic sweeps over me again. I try to block it out, focusing on an orgasmic finish. I need i

t, more than I have ever needed a happy ending in my life.