Unprotected: A Secret Baby

“You got anything else?” I grunted, brows raised. “These seem a little small.”

And Raul was waiting for that moment. Because with a subtle gesture to one of his sales associates, another velvet tray appeared, this one festooned with giant rocks. And I mean giant. The kind that rivaled the ten carat stone on my mom’s hand.

But Maggie shook her head with a jerk then.

“Evan, I can’t,” she stammered. “This is too much. Way too much. Maybe something small, or even nothing. We don’t have to do this.” She blinked, staring at all the diamonds before swinging her gaze my way. “I thought maybe could go to the mall. Or even Costco. They have nice diamonds there that are quality jewels.” Her voice faded away, growing small under my disbelieving glare.

“No,” was my flat reply. “A Costco ring? No.”

She protested a little more.

“I know Costco’s not glamorous because they sell toilet paper,” came her determined words. “But their diamonds are really nice. My cousin Martina got one and it’s a stunner,” she said stubbornly.

I stared at her again. Maggie couldn’t be serious.

“No,” was my flat reply. “Pick one from here. Right now.”

And the girl’s cheeks flushed, turning slowly back to the selection. Because there are no diamonds like this at Costco. I was ready to spend seven figures to make my girl happy if that’s what it took. Did Costco offer a selection like that? I think not.

And swallowing softly, the girl gazed at the dazzling display. Slowly, her hand came up.

“Okay, how about this one?” she asked, pointing at the smallest diamond on the tray. It was pink, maybe about three carats.

Please baby.

Indulge me a little.

I can afford more than that.

You’re gonna be my wife. Is that all you want?

So I nodded discreetly to Raul, and the man disappeared for a moment. But then he was back in a flash, with the older sister of the pink diamond. And I mean a much older sister.

Because the new diamond had to be at least seven carats, sparkling madly under the lights.

“Madame, would you like to try this one?” came his solicitous voice. “Perhaps this one instead?”

Maggie stared, swallowing visibly.

“Do it, pretty girl,” I growled, eyeing that form. “Try it on.”

And slowly, her hand raised, allowing Raul to slip on the rose gold band.

Oh shit.

It was perfect.

A perfect fit, a perfect color, a perfect cut.

Everything was right when it came to Maggie.

And before she could say anything, I spoke.

“We’ll take it.”

The girl gasped, eyes flying to my big form. But Raul knew exactly what to do.

“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 gonna 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.