I stare into his eyes and step toward him. I reach out for the ring, slowly, tentatively. It’s beautiful, probably vintage, and huge. He takes it from the box.
I reach out a finger. He slides it on.
“Is that a yes?” he prompts.
“Yes,” I manage finally. “Of course, you idiot.”
He stands up and gathers me into his arms. He leaves the office and the whole office cheers, evidently already part of the plan. Jason kisses me and carries me off toward the elevators. “Take a half day!” he calls over his shoulder.
My business partner, my husband, my Daddy. He completes me more than I ever thought possible. This is what I’ve always wanted, always dreamed of. It’s even more than that.
It’s perfect. It’s Jason.
He takes me home to our huge apartment, only a few blocks away. He undresses me, goes down on me, fucks me until I can barely walk.
And when we’re done, we do it again. And again. We skip the next day, take a long weekend, and we barely leave bed.
Because we can. Because we own our own business. We’re free together, free to be in love, free to fuck, free to do whatever we want.
All I want is to be with him. That’s all I need at the end of the day.
He’s my man, my Daddy, my love.
Nothing could get better than this.
THE END