Chapter 208
**Tom**
I shut the door on Leo's laughter, turning back to find Sara sprawled across my couch, wine glass balanced precariously on her stomach. Seeing her completely at ease in my space made something twist in my chest.
"That went well, don't you think?" She tilted her head to look at me upside down, hair cascading over the armrest.
I crossed the room and carefully plucked the wine glass from her stomach before it could spill. "You seemed to enjoy yourself. Especially at my expense."
"Oh, come on, you have to admit the fork etiquette joke was funny." She grabbed my hand, tugging me down beside her. "Did I play the part of doting girlfriend well enough?"
"Too well. Leo's probably already planning our wedding."
Sara sat up, tucking her legs underneath her. "Speaking of weddings..." She fixed me with a look that made me want to loosen my collar. "Sit. We need to discuss this little deadline situation you conveniently forgot to mention."
I dropped onto the couch beside her. "What about it?"
"Really? That's your play here? One year to get married, or Daddy dearest starts arranging society matches? That seems like something you might want to mention to the person you're sleeping with."
"I was going to tell you-"
"When? After the arranged marriage, catalogs started arriving?" She ran a hand through her hair. "Look, it's fine. I get it. I'm just the girl you're hooking up with, not exactly marriage material for the heir to Blackwood Industries."
"Sara-"
"No, seriously." She waved off my protest. "I'm not fishing for reassurance here. We both know I don't exactly fit into your world. I just made jokes about forks in front of your family. Pretty sure that's not what your father had in mind for a future daughter-in-law."
The self-deprecating smile on her face made something in my chest ache. "You really think I care about any of that?" I moved closer, trying to catch her eye. "When did you start worrying about fitting into some predefined mold?"
Sara picked at a loose thread on the couch cushion. "Come on, Tom. You're basically royalty in this city. People like you have certain standards." She gestured vaguely at herself. "And I'm just the girl with the tiny apartment who can barely afford decent coffee without dipping into her savings."
"When have I ever complained about your apartment? I spend more time there than here lately."
"That's not the point-"
"No, that is exactly the point." I caught her hand, stilling her nervous fidgeting. "I don't care about your bank account or the size of your apartment. I didn't know about that until you just told me."
She pulled her hand away. "But you hid the whole marriage ultimatum thing. Why? Afraid I'd get ideas?"
"I was planning to tell you after your MBA."
"After my MBA? Do you mean the one I finished last week? That MBA?" She crossed her arms. "Funny how four whole days passed, and this marriage deadline never came up."
"Look, I was trying to find the right moment."
"What, were you waiting for a skywriter to spell out 'Hey Sara, I need a wife ASAP' in the clouds?"
"Well, now you know." I reached for her hand, but she pulled back.
"Yeah, thanks to Leo's big mouth." She fixed me with a piercing stare. "So, are you actively wife-hunting? Should I be worried about you swiping through dating apps featuring trust fund babies?"
"Trust fund baby dating apps? Is that even a thing?"
"Don't dodge the question. Are you shopping for a society bride or what?"
"I'm not searching for anyone. I'm not interested in anyone but you. And I definitely don't want to think about marriage right now. Can we just take things slow?"
She studied my face for a long moment, then her lips curved into a wicked smile. "Alright, but let me make one thing crystal clear." She slid closer, her voice dropping to a dangerous purr. "Your dick is mine. And if I find it in any other pussy, I will personally cut it off and keep it as a trophy."
I blinked, processing her words. Then, a slow grin spread across my face. "Noted," I said, leaning in until our noses almost touched. "My dick is yours."
Her fingers trailed down my chest, playing with the buttons of my shirt. "Good," she murmured, voice husky. "Because it's the best cock I've ever had."
"Yeah? You like my cock that much?"
She pressed herself against me, her breath hot against my ear. "I love how you fill me up," she whispered. "How you stretch me until I can't think straight."
My hands found her waist, pulling her into my lap. Her legs straddled me, and I could feel the heat radiating from between her thighs. "Tell me more," I demanded, gripping her hips.
"I love how your big dick feels inside me," she continued, grinding against me. "How you make me scream your name every time."
"Yeah?" I tightened my grip on her hips, guiding her movements. "And what about your pussy? You like how my cock feels buried deep inside it?"
Her breath hitched as she moved against me, the friction driving us both crazy. "My pussy was made for your cock," she gasped out. "It's all yours."
"Damn right, it is," I growled, capturing her lips in a searing kiss.
I kissed her hard, all tongue and teeth, my hands gripping her hips tight enough to leave marks. She ground against me, her dress riding up her thighs as she straddled me.
"Someone's eager," I murmured against her neck, nipping at her soft skin.
"Shut up and fuck me." She tugged at my shirt buttons, fingers trembling with urgency.
I caught her wrists. "After that fork joke? Maybe I should make you wait."
"Don't you dare." She writhed in my lap, the friction making me groan. "You owe me for hiding that marriage deadline bullshit."
"I didn't hide it," I said, trying to keep my voice steady as she moved against me. "I postponed it to tell you at the right time." I captured her lips, cutting off any further protest. My fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her closer as I kissed her with all the pent-up frustration and desire I felt.
She kissed me back, hard and demanding. Her breasts pressed against my chest, the thin fabric of her dress doing nothing to conceal the heat radiating from her body.
The kiss deepened, our tongues tangling in a dance that left us both breathless. I could feel her nipples hardening against me, and it drove me wild.
Her hands roamed over my chest, tugging at the buttons of my shirt with a desperate urgency. "You better make this good," she murmured against my lips before biting my lower lip.
"I always make it good."
"Prove it."
Challenge accepted. I pulled her closer again, one hand sliding down to cup her ass while the other tangled in her hair. Our mouths met in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt about who was in control.
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