The Proposal (30 page)

“Did you bring in that box of food that Grammy sent
with the BBQ leftovers?”

“Hang on. I think it’s in here.”

While she heard him fumbling around in the mountain
of suitcases, she opened the fruit bowl. She was half-way through it when he
finally appeared. “Grammy’s to-go boxes look like luggage,” he mused.

“She’s serious about the Tupperware and containers.”
Motioning to the floral bag, Emma said, “I bought her that from the Americus
Mart in Atlanta.” Then something else caught her eye, and she gulped. “You
found my handcuffs?”

A mischievous grin curved on his lips. “While
looking for the leftovers, I found your treat bag.”

Her cheeks warmed at the thoughts of some of the
items. “Most of what was in there were joke gifts from my lingerie shower. Not
real stuff for us to use.”

“Then why did you bring them?”

She shrugged. “I was in a hurry, so I just threw it
all in the bag.”

Aidan twirled the furry green handcuffs on his
finger. “You don’t want to try these?”

Nibbling on her lip, she said, “I will if you will.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

Slowly she walked around the side of the counter.
Aidan hadn’t even bothered putting on a robe or any clothes. She snatched the
handcuffs off his finger with one hand while she brought her other to his
chest. Pushing him, she directed him over to one of the kitchen chairs. “Sit,”
she instructed.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, a curious gleam in his
eye.

Opening up one of the cuffs, she took his hand.
Without protesting, Aidan let her snap it around his wrist. Walking behind him,
she pulled his other hand back and then cuffed him. Aidan tugged against the
binding, but it didn’t give. “Hmm, am I your prisoner now?”

“Maybe.”

Glancing over her shoulder, the can of whipped cream
caught her eye. When she started over to get it, Aidan shimmied around in the
chair. “Where are you going?”

She grinned back at him. “You’ll see.” She grabbed
the can then made her way back over to him.

He gazed at the can and then cocked his brows at
her. “And just what do you plan to do with that?”

“Why eat it of course.” She shook it up and then
popped off the top. Leaning over, she squirted a zigzagging line from his
chest-bone down to his belly button. Aidan jerked at the cold liquid hitting
his skin. Straddling him, she eased down on his lap. When she licked her lips
in anticipation, Aidan’s growing erection bucked between them. She stared down
at it and grinned. “Down boy. You’ll get your turn.”

Aidan groaned at the insinuation and let his head
fall back. She brought her mouth to his chest and started licking and sucking
off the whipped cream. Aidan’s breath hitched as she went further down,
nibbling and tasting his skin. Just when she got to his erection, she started
her way back up his chest. He let out a frustrated gasp of air and bucked his
hips. Once she had licked his chest clean, she climbed off his lap.

“Stand up.”

“Wait-what?” Aidan frantically asked.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Do you honestly think I’m
getting on my knees on this hardwood?” She made a tsking noise. “You gotta work
with me Big Papa.”

A relieved look flashed on his face. “Thank God.”

She brought her lips to his, giving him a long,
lingering kiss. Aidan swept his tongue around her mouth and over her lips,
searching out the sweetness of the whipped cream. Sliding her hand between
them, she worked her fingers over his hardness.

Aidan moaned against her lips. She released him and
then broke their kiss to ease down in the chair. His hands fought against the
cuffs. “Take off your robe,” he commanded.

She glanced up at him and shook her head. “Please?”
he croaked.

“You really want me naked?”

“Mmm, you know I always want to see you. Your
breasts, your legs, your pussy.”

“Aidan!” she squealed dropping the whipped cream.

“What?”

“I can’t believe you said that word!”

“Which one?” he teased.

Knowing he wouldn’t let up until she said it, she
whispered, “Pussy.”

He chuckled. “What would you rather me say? Your
cu—”

Her hand flew over his mouth to silence him, and she
shook her head wildly. “No, no! That one is even worse.”

When she took her hand away, a smirk curved on his
lips. “Emma, did you not enjoy me stroking and licking your
pussy
tonight?”

“Please stop saying that!” She bent over to pick up
the whipped cream can.

“When I get out of these handcuffs, I’m going to
finger your—”

She shot him a warning look. “I mean it, Aidan.”

A wicked grin flashed on his face. “You’re going to
beg me to fuck your…
down there
.”

Fighting not to smile, she said, “If you don’t stop,
I’m going to use the sash of this robe to gag you so I don’t have to hear you
anymore.”

Aidan chuckled. “At least that means you’d be
naked.”

“You’re impossible.”

“Come on, babe. I just saw every inch of you fifteen
minutes ago.”

“Fine, fine. If it’ll shut you up,” she huffed. She
untied the sash, and the bulky robe fell from her body.

Aidan gave her an appreciative wink. “Thank you,
beautiful.”

She glanced shyly up at him. “You’re welcome.”

Cocking his head, he then asked, “Now will you
please suck me off?”

Emma busted out laughing. “When you ask nicely like
that, of course I will,” she teased. She waved the can of whipped cream at him.
“But let’s sweeten the pot, okay?”

“Mmm, okay.”

After squirting a considerable about of whipped
cream into the palm of her hand, she started slathering Aidan’s cock. He
shuddered and closed his eyes. When she leaned over to flick her tongue across
the tip, he groaned. She slid her tongue from the root back to the tip, nipping
and licking off the sweetness. Then she gripped him in one hand and swept him
into her mouth. Hollowing her cheeks, she suctioned him hard.

He bucked his hips while his arms flexed against the
binding of the cuffs. She knew he wanted to be free to wrap his fingers in her
hair. When she let him fall free of her mouth, his body trembled. “Em, please.”

Ignoring him, she went about licking off the
remaining whipped cream while making long strokes with her hand. Her fingers
were almost stuck together, so she sped up the pace. Taking only the tip back
in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around and around the shaft, alternating
between suctioning it and teasingly flicking it. Aidan’s chest heaved, and his
breath came in raspy pants.

When she took him deeper in her mouth, a groan
rumbled through his chest. She could feel him tensing and tightening for
release. She jerked him harder and faster in her hand while her mouth worked over
him. “Yes…uh…oh God, Em!” A shudder ran through his body as he came into her
mouth. “Fuck yes!” His hips jerked and bucked through his release.

He gazed down at her with a thoroughly fucked gleam
in his eyes. “Please tell me you have a key for these?”

Rising out of the chair, she then crooked her finger
for him to follow her down the hall, and he happily obliged.

CHAPTER TWENTY

One Month Later

Aidan trudged through the garage door, exhausted at
the prospect of boarding a plane for Charlotte in just a few hours. At least
he’d gotten to leave work a little early. After he dropped his briefcase on the
kitchen table, he called, “Em?”

“I’m in the nursery,” she replied, her voice muffled
from above.

He smiled as he started up the stairs. Her voice raised
in song trilled back to him. When he got to the nursery doorway, he saw her
bustling around, putting away some blue blankets in the chest of drawers. “Hey
baby.”

She whirled around. “Hey. I was just finishing up in
here, and then I was going to pack your bag.”

With a grimace, he said, “I’m still not so sure
about leaving you.”

She crossed the room to him. “It’s going to be fine.
You’ll barely be gone for two days.”

“I still don’t like it.”

Emma wrapped her arms around his neck. “My due date
isn’t for another three and a half weeks. First babies rarely come early, so
it’s going to be fine.”

“You’re still having Casey come spend the night with
you, right?”

She grinned. “Yes, worry-wart. In fact, she and
Connor are taking me to dinner, and then we’re having a slumber party.”

Aidan laughed. “That should be an interesting
evening.”

“Jealous that you’ll miss the make-overs and
gossip?”

“No, I think I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.”

He gazed around the light blue nursery walls. At
first, he was skeptical about Emma’s idea of doing a Noah’s Arc theme to play
on Noah’s name. Through her work contacts, she had found an artist to draw a
rainbow and animal themed mural along the walls. He couldn’t believe how
amazing it had turned out. The last piece of furniture had been delivered the
week before, so the room was now outfitted with a bed, changing table, chest of
drawers, and glider and ottoman. Now all it needed was Noah himself to complete
the picture.  “Looks like you’ve got everything just about ready for Little
Man’s arrival.”

She nodded while rubbing her belly. “Just a few more
stuffed animals…the full-sized giraffe and elephant are still on backorder.”

“More stuffed animals? You already have enough
animals in here to make a zoo.”

She grinned. “No, it’s an Arc we’re going for,
babe.”

“Whatever.”

She grabbed his hand. “Come on. You can shower and
shave while I get you packed.”

“Are you insinuating I stink?”

She giggled as they started down the stairs. “No,
but considering you overslept this morning and ran out the door without
shaving, least of all showering, I’m thinking you should have one before your
business dinner tonight.”

“I thought you liked it when I had a little
stubble?”

She smiled and rubbed his cheek. “I do, baby.”

His reached out to caress her backside as they
started into the bedroom. “You usually like it most when it’s rubbing against
your thighs as I’m going down on you.”

“Aidan Fitzgerald!” she squealed smacking his hand
away.

He laughed. “You know it’s the truth.”

She wagged a finger at him. “Go get in the shower,
dirty boy.”

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he pulled her to
him. “I could be a lot dirtier if we were to have a quickie—a nice send-off
before I have to leave.”

She squirmed out of his arms. “You need to clean up,
and then you have a flight to catch, mister. So get busy.”

Aidan groaned. “You’re such a party pooper lately.
No loving for your man. I thought the sex ban wasn’t supposed to happen until
after
Noah was born.”

He knew he was in serious trouble when her green
eyes narrowed at him. “Yeah, well, I’m
so
sorry that I’m exhausted from
working full-time, keeping up this house, and most of all, carrying your son
whose Fitzgerald stubbornness knows no bounds when he wants to kick and move
all night when he should be sleeping,” she countered.

Raking his hand through his hair, he gave a defeated
sigh. “I’m sorry. I just miss you—I miss us. That’s all,” he said before he
trudged into the bathroom.

He showered and shaved in record time. Wrapping a
towel around his waist, Aidan opened the bathroom door. He took one step into
the bedroom and froze. His mouth gaped open in shock.

Emma lounged on the bed, propped up on her elbows in
the green negligee he had bought for their engagement night that she never got
to wear. What truly made his cock twitch was the fact she was wearing her
cowboy boots and a cowboy hat.

His mouth ran dry. “What are you doing?”

“Well, since I’ve been so tired lately and haven’t
been in the mood, I felt bad about denying you a quickie. You really have been
kind and understanding, and a horndog like you does have his breaking point.”

Aidan chuckled. “Thanks…I think.”

“So, I thought I’d make it up to you by giving you
the going away present wanted,” she replied with a coy smile. She patted the
bed beside her. “So giddy-up, Cowboy. I’m finally ready for a ride.”

Aidan cocked his head and grinned. “Well, yippee
ki-yay, mother fucker!”

She giggled as he closed the gap between them. “I
can’t believe you just made a
Die Hard
reference.”

“Yeah, well, I can’t believe you told me to giddy-up
like I’m some horse.”