24. A Proposal #2
Just like that, his expression closes down. “We’ve talked about this. I know your reasons for holding off. They’re good ones.”
“Just because they’re good ones doesn’t mean we should ignore the elephant in the room.
” I drape my arms around his neck and sift my fingers through his hair.
It’s getting longer; he’ll need a cut soon.
“Jafar, you’re the only one for me. Just you.
I’ve been more than a little in love with you since long before you fucked me in the middle of my father’s hallway. ”
His expression stays closed down, but there’s a wicked glint in his eye. “I know.”
“Then what’s this about? You know I’m yours. A ring is just…” I trail off, understanding dawning. “It’s not about us, is it? It’s about everyone else.”
He looks away, the barest movement that’s almost a flinch. “Everyone who matters in Carver City knows that we’re together. It never occurred to me that I’d have to worry about people in other cities looking at you as a tempting fruit to pick.”
I settle more firmly against him. “Jafar, I’m no one’s fruit. Not even yours.”
“I know that. They don’t.”
I lean down and kiss his neck. Even though he stays tense beneath me, his cock hardens. “Would it make you feel better to tattoo your name on my ass?”
“No one can see a tattoo like that. It won’t serve the same purpose.” Finally, finally , his voice thaws. “Are you offering, baby girl?”
“Nope.” I nip him and shift, sliding my breasts against his chest. “It was a purely theoretical question.”
He’s silent for several long moments even as I move against him and his hands slide down to my ass to urge me not to stop. Finally, he says, “It bothered me. That Paine thought he could come in here and you’d let him or one of his brothers in willingly.”
“Is that what bothered you?” I reach between us and guide his cock into me.
It’s not as smooth as normal, not with the water encompassing us, but it’s worth it when he’s finally sheathed to the hilt inside me.
I rock my hips a little. “Or is it the fact that he didn’t look at you once the entire time he was here? ”
“Baby girl.” His voice is low, warning me.
As if I don’t love provoking him as much as he loves being provoked. I lean back a little and make a show of biting my bottom lip. “Is that why you fucked me on my desk the second he left the grounds? Were you feeling threatened, Daddy?”
He makes a sound suspiciously like a growl. “You’re mine, Yasmina. And I’m yours. That smug bastard thought I wasn’t even a threat to his plans.”
“And yet it’s your cock I’m riding right now.”
“Yes. It is.” He loops an arm around my waist and stands. I have to cling to him as he steps out of the bath and walks us out into the bedroom.
“Jafar, I’m all wet!”
“We’ll change the bedding.” He climbs onto the mattress and bears us both down. But he doesn’t start fucking me like I expect. He just looks down at me, at my body, at the spot where we’re joined. “Promise me that someday you’ll say yes.”
I’m already nodding. “I will. I promise that someday I’ll say yes.”
He’s still for so long, I almost wonder if he doesn’t believe me.
But then it’s like something snaps in him.
He presses me into the mattress and starts to fuck me so roughly, I have to slam my hands to the headboard to keep myself in place.
It’s like he’s trying to imprint himself on every inch of me.
This isn’t about me at all. It’s about Jafar.
And that’s why I release the headboard and wrap myself around him. “I love you. I’m yours, Daddy. Just yours.”
He finally buries his face in my neck and goes still. For half a second, I think he’s orgasmed, but he slowly starts moving again. “I’m not taking care of you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I like everything you do to me. Even when I hate it.”
His laugh makes me moan. Finally, Jafar props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. “I’ll never admit to insecurity. But if I were a man who’d admit as much, it’s possible that Abel Paine made me feel it…and jealous.”
I nod solemnly. “I’m shocked to learn that you’re actually human. Very, very shocked.”
“Brat.”
“Yes.” I wiggle a little. “I suppose you should do something about that.”
His expression goes downright forbidding. “I suppose I should.” He pulls out of me and then he’s hauling me up and over his lap and delivering a stinging slap to my ass. “Bad girls get spanked. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy!” I apologize even as I arch back to take the next strike.
This is perfection. This is exactly what I need, what we both need. This is us .
When Jafar finally stops spanking me, my ass is on fire and I’m practically begging for his cock again. This time, when he presses into me, he’s holding me just as close as I’m holding him. He’s here with me, not driving away the fear of me leaving him.
When we finally exhaust ourselves, he changes the bedding and tucks us in together. I snuggle up against his chest and hook my leg over his hips. “Jafar, I have a question.”
“Mmm?” He sifts his fingers through my hair.
I lift myself up enough to see his face. “Will you marry me?”
He goes stock-still. “Don’t toy with me, Yasmina.”
“I mean it.” I let him see the truth on my face.
This isn’t a joke, isn’t a bratty thing.
It’s earnest. “It’s been over a year. I…
I thought I wanted to wait, but you’re right.
There’s always going to be some new challenge, someone looking to capitalize on my position.
There’s no reason to wait. I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to be your wife.”
Jafar shifts to the side and pulls open the nightstand. He lifts out a square black box. “You know, I had intended to plan something special when you finally said you were ready.”
“Sorry?”
“I’m not.” He opens the box and reveals a ring with a massive ruby framed by diamonds. “It made me think of you.”
“It’s perfect,” I breathe.
He slides it onto my finger, and of course, it fits just as perfectly. Jafar rolls me onto my back and kisses me. “Yasmina. Baby girl. Wife .” Another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I dig my hands into his hair and tow him back to my mouth. “Forever, Jafar.”
“Forever.”