Taking Flight, стр. 12
“Okay.” I agree, totally onboard with this plan, following where he leads. I almost run into him when he stops short, spinning to face me, a mischievous grin on his face. My brows arch high. “What are you up to?”
“I’ve got a surprise for you.” He bends forward dropping a kiss onto my forehead. “Close your eyes.”
I do as he asks, shuffling my feet back and forth as I stand in place, my hearing on high-alert as I try and gleam clues about what he’s up to. He’s not giving me much to go on, but before I can start to get too impatient, his hands grip my shoulders from behind as he whispers in my ear. “You can open them now.”
I slowly raise my lids, the magical sight before me causing them to pop wide in delight. “Fin!” I twirl to face him, throwing my arms around his neck. “It’s so pretty! When did you even have time to do this?”
“I took a few hours off today.” He presses a kiss to my mouth, speaking against my lips. “I wanted to surprise you.”
I kiss him back. “You have stunned me.” I release my hold so that I can turn back to look at the most perfectly decorated Christmas tree I have ever seen. It has to be at least seven feet tall, and if there aren’t over a thousand twinkly white lights on it, I’d be shocked. Delicate crystal snowflakes and clear glass bulbs are hanging on almost every branch reflecting the lights, the effect mesmerizing as I stare. “It really is the most perfect of perfect trees.” I whisper, completely in awe of what he’s done for me.
“I know it’s been crazy for you at the office, but after you shared with me this past weekend that you’d never had a real tree…” I feel him shrug behind me as his arms loop around my waist. “It was an easy dream to make come true.”
I close my eyes, inhaling when I do, wondering how I didn’t notice the pine smell in the room before now. I blink several times, trying to keep the tears threatening to fall at bay, then shift in Fin’s arms so I can look up at him. “You keep making all my dreams come true. Thank you for being the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“You make it easy Chloe.” He brushes a kiss against my lips, then steps back. “But I wonder if I could ask you to make one of mine come true?” Before I can even react, Fin is on one knee, a ring box pulled from his jacket pocket as he gazes up at me. “Marry me?” He opens the box to reveal a beautiful emerald cut ring on a band embedded with a dozen smaller diamonds. “Make me the happiest man on earth. Say you’ll be my wife. Say yes to forever with me.”
“Oh my God! Fin!” My hands fly up to cover my gaping mouth, the tears I was trying so hard to contain a moment ago, flowing down my cheeks. My eyes dart back and forth between the ring and his face, as I shake my head, any other legible words lost as I weep with joy.
“Please tell me those are happy tears.” He chuckles, rising to stand, removing the ring from the box at the same time.
I nod my head emphatically, then follow-up with the words he’s been waiting for. “Yes!” I hop in place, clapping my hands like a child. “Of course I’ll marry you!”
“Let me make it official then.” He’s beaming, his eyes sparkling as he reaches for my hand. I can feel my fingers shaking as he slides the ring on my finger, the fit perfect.
“Oh Griffin.” I raise my hand, the diamond sparkling brightly as it reflects off the tree lights. “It’s absolutely beautiful.”
“It’s nothing compared to you.” And with that, his mouth captures mine. Within moments, the zipper of my dress is down, a growl of appreciation sounding as the heavy satin swishes to the floor revealing the lace underneath. “Sweet mother of all things holy. If I had known you were wearing this, I would have definitely fucked you on your desk earlier.”
“Which is exactly why I didn’t tell you.” I purr, stepping out of the fabric pooled at my feet, twirling in a slow circle so he can get the full effect. “But I’m all yours now.” I look down at the ring, then back up at him. “Forever.”
It takes him less than thirty seconds to strip out of his suit, clothes flying in all directions as he practically shreds them off. I saunter toward him, my red satin heels still strapped to my ankles, dropping to my knees when I reach him. I peek up at him from under my lashes, heat pooling between my legs as I reach for his hard length. Keeping my gaze locked on his, I wrap my lips around his cock and dip my head forward as I suck him deep. His fingers tangle in my hair a second before his head falls back, my name a guttural moan vibrating up from his chest. “Fuck, Chloe.”
My pussy clenches, throbbing with the need to feel him there. I suck him deeper, in love with the sound he makes when his cock hits the back of my throat. I swallow, gagging on the size of him, his grip tightening on my scalp as he rocks into me, gagging me again. I pull back, spit dripping from my lips as I gaze up at him, wanting nothing more than to please him. “You want more, baby?”
“God, yes.” He fists my hair to pull me to my feet. “But I want to