She sat up and he saw tears running down her face. He moved in beside her, wrapping his arms around her, and felt her body was clammy as well.

  “What’s the matter?” he asked. He wanted to find out why she was crying.

  “I’m sick,” she said, sniffling again.

  “I know.”

  “This is horrible. You’re not going to want me after this.”

  Mason chuckled.

  “Don’t laugh at me, I’m sick.” She groaned and her weight dropped against him.

  “You are sick.” He cupped her face and tilted her head back. “And I’m taking care of you. I figure once you’re well, you can take care of my needs.”

  “Your needs.”

  “Yes. I’m thinking in the future, you can suck my cock until I come in that pretty mouth and you can swallow it all. After that, you’ll have to ride my dick, because I’m going to need to feel that tight cunt on me. Then, it’s been too long since I felt your ass, so that would be next.”

  She groaned.

  “Do you like that, baby?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I hope I’m alive to make it up to you.”

  “You will be, but until then, I can just add up those sex points, what do you say?”

  Holly giggled.

  Pushing back the covers of the bed, he helped her to her feet. Every time he tried to pick her up, she complained the world was spinning, so he had to be careful.

  He helped her to the bathroom, being careful with her, taking his time. He helped her onto the toilet seat, while he ran them both a bath. She was clearly too exhausted for a shower. Mason added bath salts to the bath and stripped out of his clothes, tossing them to the floor. He went to Holly, who was still in her pencil skirt and white blouse. They were untucked and disheveled.

  With all the vomiting and the doctor’s visit, he didn’t have time to get her washed. He stripped her out of her clothes and helped her into the bath. He was being very good and didn’t look at her tits or her pussy. Instead, he focused on getting her well. She moaned as she sunk into the water. Mason climbed in behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist, and holding her close.

  “You’re being so good to me,” she said. “I’m sorry I’m so sick.” She sniffled.

  “I’ll take care of you.”

  “I bet you’re not used to taking care of women you randomly screw.”

  “Holly, I think we can both agree that we’re no longer random fucks to each other.” He kissed the top of her head.

  There was silence for several seconds. “What would you call us then?” she asked.

  He smiled. He reached for her hand, locked their fingers together, and stared at where they were joined.

  “We could go with the good old traditional boyfriend and girlfriend?”

  “You want to be my boyfriend?”

  “Or, you could opt to be my fiancée?” he asked.

  “Fiancée?”

  “Yes.”

  There was more silence.

  “You’re proposing to me after I’ve thrown up all over you and your apartment?”

  “Yes, and I’m still proposing to you, so that should tell you I’m very much interested in keeping you.” He pressed a kiss to her head. “Forever.”

  “You do know what a fiancée means, don’t you?”

  He chuckled. “I’m proposing marriage to you, Holly.” He wanted to keep her and seeing as with Holly he wanted to do the right thing, that meant taking the next step. Not forcing her to get pregnant, not manipulating her. “You don’t have to answer right away.”

  “I’ve been married, Mason. Marriage is … it’s…”

  “You married a cheating asshole, Holly. This time, you’ll be marrying me, and I don’t come without my faults, but I can promise you this: I will never, ever step out on you. I will never cheat on you.”

  “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me when I’m sick,” she said.

  He kissed the top of her head. “I know when to choose the times that will make you listen.”

  Holly laughed and then groaned, putting a hand to her stomach.

  Seeing as he’d just proposed, he might as well tell her the rest. “I want you to have my children, Holly. I want you to stop taking those pills so you and I can have children.”

  She pulled out of his arms, and even though her eyes were bloodshot, she shook a little, and her hair was a mess. “That’s a … pretty big commitment. We’ve known each other for a month.”

  “I know. You can take your time in responding.”

  Holly pressed a finger to his lips. “This is really fast.”

  He stared at her.

  “I love you, Holly.”

  “What?”

  “I love you and I know this is moving too fast, but I do, I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Also, I don’t expect you to answer right now.” He kissed her temple. “I know you’re feeling sick and I can wait.”

  He grabbed a sponge from the side of the bath, filled it with water, and squeezed it tight, allowing the water to run down her face.

  She released a gasp. “Are you kidding me?”

  “Let me take care of you and you can tell me how you’re feeling once you’re well.”

  ****

  Two Days Later

  Mason wouldn’t be drawn into any kind of conversation with her, which she did find rather frustrating. When she tried to bring up his proposal, his love confession, and even his desire to have children with her, he would tell her to get well.

  The first day was horrible. She kept vomiting and Mason held her hair as she did so, helping her to clean up. Once she covered the sheets in sweat, he was there to remove and change them for fresh sheets.

  He was always there with soup, toast, tea, or water, even some soda. Mason didn’t leave her alone.

  He called Evie at the library to let her know she wouldn’t be in for work. Even though he didn’t leave, he had one of his men gather her clothing. She wasn’t allowed to leave his bed.

  She had to rest, which she did. When she couldn’t sleep, she thought about Mason and his impromptu everything.

  In all the years she’d been married to William, he never once told her he loved her. It was probably true that he didn’t, seeing as he never once was faithful to her. Mason was nothing like him. She’d been sick throughout her marriage to William. He wouldn’t stick around.

  Sitting up in bed on the second day, the bed was dry around her, she hadn’t sweat, and her stomach wasn’t turning. The bug was out of her system. In fact, she felt hungry for the first time in forty-eight hours. Wiping at her brow, she threw the covers off and made her way toward the bathroom.

  Mason loved her. He was the one who said he loved her. And she knew he told the truth.

  She held her hands beneath the cold water tap and splashed some water on her face. He wanted to get married and have children. Marriage was a commitment. They had known each other for a month. You’d known William for at least six months to a year before he proposed. Look how that turned out. Not once did he love you, or was faithful to you. He slept with other women.

  She grabbed her toothbrush, cleaned her teeth, and then ran a brush through her hair. She wore one of Mason’s old shirts, as well as a pair of his shorts. Before she went on the hunt to find Mason, she quickly made the bed and then left the bedroom. There was no sick feeling anymore, which she was thankful for. Stepping out into the hallway, she walked toward the dining room, hearing his voice.

  “I don’t give a fuck, I want them located and dealt with. Call me when you have them, preferably alive,” he said, hanging up.

  Holly cleared her throat and Mason spun around.

  “Morning,” she said.

  “You’re up.”

  “Yes, I am up and I’m moving around.”

  He put his cell phone down on the table and closed the distance between them. “How are you feeling? Do you need any more dry toast? Tea?” He cupped her cheek, tilting her head back, and placed his other hand flat on her stomach.

  Holly took hold of his hand and placed the strip of pills she had also picked up on her way out of his bedroom.

  “Here you go,” she said.

  “Holly?”

  “Yes,” she said. “I … I’m kind of scared. I don’t know what it’s going to be like to be married to you. The first time around, it really kind of sucked, but I want to marry you. I want to have your children and I do want to give this a chance. I love you, Mason Campbell, and I think that does scare me, not a little either, it scares me a lot.” She took a deep breath.

  He pulled her in close and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in close, not wanting to let him go.

  “Do you have any idea how much I love that?” he asked.

  Holly chuckled.

  “I want you to move in with me,” he said.

  “Okay.” Her home held no sentimental value. “I’ll put my place on the market, but if you’re wanting kids, we will need to find a place with a garden for them to run around in. Also a place where I can order you to mow the lawn.”

  Mason laughed. “Consider it done.”

  “Just like that?” she asked.

  “Yes, just like that.”

  “And do you always get what you want?”

  “Can’t you tell I do?”

  Holly chuckled. He had seen her, wanted her, and now he had her.

  Her stomach chose that moment to growl.

  “I think that’s my cue to feed you.”

  She followed him into the kitchen and pulled out one of the chairs so she could sit at the table. Holly couldn’t believe that she was now engaged.

  “Oh,” Mason said, suddenly. “That reminds me.” He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a ring. “I got this for you.”

  It was a beautiful, very expensive-looking diamond engagement ring.

  “You were really planning to propose?”

  “I don’t think I imagined doing it in the bath while you were throwing your guts up, but it’s certainly going to be a tale we tell the kids. Do you want to try it on?”

  She held her hand out to him and he slid the ring over her finger. “Perfect fit.”

  It was. There was no reason to resize it. The ring was perfect.

  “I know you’re nervous but I promise you, you don’t have to be. I’ll take care of you, Holly. I’ll look after you. I promise.”

  She believed him, especially as he made her pancakes for breakfast, and didn’t say a word about her asking for some scrambled eggs and bacon, along with more hot maple syrup to drizzle on top. She was starving.

  Chapter Ten

  One Month Later

  Wedding plans were coming along, slowly.

  Mason had a few challenging things to deal with at work, which were not limited to the legal side of his life. After he had discovered the lab that was supplying the dope in his nightclub, he had sent the cops to take it down, to destroy it. This had caused a few tricky details. Holly’s identity as his soon-to-be wife had also been discovered. He had more men guarding her, but just last week there had been someone who entered the library, and if it hadn’t been for his trained men, he would have stabbed her.

  He got close. They had been wandering through the shelves, looking for a book. The man, who was now dead, knew where to take Holly to get her alone. Once his men realized the danger she was in, one of his men distracted her, while the other took care of the threat. Holly was none the wiser. There was no getting out of this life for him.

  “You’re distracted,” Holly said.

  She sipped her drink. This was their Friday night date where Holly wore whatever dress he’d chosen for her, and he took her dancing. He loved to see her dance and the clothes he chose for her highlighted every curve. He loved the way her tits pressed up against the front of her dress. Then of course there was the small piece of flesh exposed at the back.

  That time at the library hadn’t been the only hit. Two men had killed his main receptionist within the building. Before the man died, he’d hit the alert, which went out to all the apartments. Mason had been on his cell phone as the alert activated on his phone. He went out with his men, took care of the problem, killing the two men and discarding the bodies.

  There was always a danger to his life, a threat. Now that he had Holly and he wanted to keep that life away from her, the threats seemed to be everywhere and he couldn’t stop it.

  This angered him more than ever before.

  For years he had accepted the threat. When you were king, people always came after you, and he didn’t have anything or anyone he cared about or loved.

  Holly was different. He reached out, running a hand down her arm.

  “How can I not be distracted with you at my side?”

  She smirked. “Nice recovery, but I have a feeling something is on your mind. Talk to me.”

  “There’s nothing on my mind. I promise you, baby, nothing.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Now you’re lying.” She took hold of his hand, locking their fingers together. “Tell me honestly, are you getting cold feet?”

  He lifted his gaze to hers. “Cold feet?”

  “You know, about the wedding and everything else? If you don’t want to have kids, I can go back on it. If you don’t want to get married, we can stop—”

  He needed to silence her. Reaching out, he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in close. He slammed his lips down on hers and she released a moan. Her body melted against him, and that was exactly what he wanted.

  “No,” he said. “No, I don’t want you to go back on the pill. No, I’m not getting cold feet. No to all.” He kissed down toward her neck, sucking on her pulse. “I want you to be mine so badly, Holly.”

  “Then tell me what’s wrong?”

  I’m an evil fucking bastard who knew what he was doing and didn’t care about the threat to my life, but now I have you, and I care more than fucking ever.

  “It’s just work.” He wasn’t going to tell her any of his work. He would keep her safe.

  Taking hold of her hand, he led her onto the dance floor. This was their date night and he wasn’t going to allow work to interfere with his woman.

  He’d never been one for dancing but since Holly had entered his world, he couldn’t help himself. Pulling her close to him, he pressed a hand on her stomach and the other on her hip.

  She leaned back against him, and he marveled at how they moved as one. Holly pressed her ass back against him, and he gritted his teeth but didn’t let go. He didn’t want to. She was all his. Her ass rubbing against his dick heightened every single one of his senses. He felt so consumed and ready for her.

  His cock went from flaccid to hard. She had already given him back what he wanted. After she had been well for a week, he had woken up to her sucking his cock. That had been one heck of a way to wake up in the morning. At one of the lunchtimes, he’d taken her to a fancy restaurant and she left to go to the bathroom. While people were coming and going, he fucked her right there in the stall. He loved making her come and she tried to stay quiet as well. Of course, he’d fucked her ass multiple times, and he loved it when she pulled out her toys.

  He just loved Holly. Everything about her. She was fire and passion rolled into one package.

  Spinning her around on the dance floor, he pulled her in close, staring down into her blue eyes. They were so filled with love for him.

  Holly didn’t hold back. She told him she loved him every chance she got, and he’d become addicted to her touch. She smiled up at him, and he knew she was who he was searching for all his life.

  After being beaten as a boy, he’d lain awake, staring up at the stars or at the ceiling, wherever he was, and he prayed for a woman or an angel. Someone to come and take his pain away, to love him for who he was. Over the years, he had come to believe there was no chance of him ever finding love, or being loved. There was no one who would ever want to love him. Staring into Holly’s eyes, he knew she did, but she didn’t know the whole truth. She didn’t know who he was, or what he was capable of.

  Holly grabbed his hand, and he didn’t fight her. Mason knew he had to tell her the truth. Keeping this life away from her was doable, but she had been married for nine years to a man who’d lied to her. He wouldn’t repeat William’s mistakes.

  Tonight was not the night.

  He followed her through the door, leading to the back rooms and his office. She took the stairs and he followed her up, admiring the curve of her ass while she walked. His dick ached. Once inside his office, she pushed him back and pressed him into his chair. She reached for the button of his jeans. He never wore a suit. The only day he would would be the day she married him, not a moment before.

  Mason took over, easing his dick out of the tight confines of the jeans and boxer briefs. Running his hand up and down the length, he watched as Holly wriggled the dress up her body. She wasn’t wearing any panties, as per his request.

  She stepped closer to him and slowly slid down on his length. They both cried out, groaning, as he filled her. Her pussy was tight and wet as she took him in inch by glorious inch. He tried to let her set the pace, but he was so close to blowing. He needed to fuck her, to fill her with his cum. Holding her hips, he tightened his grip, thrusting up inside, going hard and deep. Another moan spilled from her lips.

  He let go of her hips long enough to pull the top of her dress down. It was the stretchy kind, and he eased her tits out of the bra she wore as well. Perfection. Mason sucked on one of her tits as he thrust up inside her, feeling her tighten and quiver around his cock. She was amazing.

  He was so close but before he came, he wanted to feel her. Reaching between them, he started to stroke her pussy, and within seconds she cried out his name and he felt her cunt tightening around hm. Her orgasm set off his, and he slammed deep inside her.

  With each pulse of her pussy, it was like she was trying to suck his cum inside her. He hoped this one took. He wanted to knock her up. Make her his.

  He was growing impatient with the wedding planning.

  But first, before he did all of that, he knew he had to tell her the truth.

 

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