A Tangled Web (A Books We Love Erotic Romance)

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satisfy him or not.
    "I'm about to…" His knees buckled slightly as he shot his cum, and the power struggle ended as she sucked it down greedily. Her pussy quivered and she convulsed, her orgasm wetting her legs.
    On his knees now, he clung to her, and Erin could feel his heart pounding against her black lace-clad breasts. One of her knees had pushed through the fine mesh of her hose. She hadn't even managed to get undressed, let alone perform the striptease she'd planned.
    "I love you," Mitch said, softly.
    "I love you too," Erin whispered . Of course I do , she reminded herself. She rose from her ivory bedroom carpet. This was the moment she'd waited for, but she couldn't elicit a proposal in such disarray, the taste and smell of his fluids coating her face and tongue. "I'll be right back," she said, unsure what the feeling was that bothered her.
    He stood and kissed her. "I'll be waiting."
    Crossing the room to her peach tiled bathroom, she washed up. She'd definitely turned him on. Mitch was whistling. He was sated for now, and this was a good time to find out how he felt about marriage. She couldn't just wait and hope it would happen. He had to propose soon. Time was of the essence.
    After making herself presentable, she re-entered the bedroom to find him propped up against the pillows on her queen-sized bed, the frilly gold and peach bedspread folded back. A glass of Chardonnay sat on her nightstand and he held a bottle of beer in his hand. He'd apparently made a trip downstairs while she was gone.
    "You're a handy man to have around," Erin said, seating herself next to him and leaning back. She'd kept her skimpy 'outfit' on in case she could lure him into a bout of fucking a little later.
    Mitch chuckled. "I've learned a few things from my marriages. I also cleaned up some spots on the rug."
    "You are good. Do you miss married life?" she asked, crossing her fingers.
    "Not a bit. I can do what I want when I want."
    Erin sat up straight. "If you marry the right person, you can still do that."
    "Who are you trying to kid?"
    "Mitch Mitchell! You've never once considered us getting married?"
    " You mean you have ?" His tone of voice and facial expression told her that he was genuinely incredulous.
    "We have a great time together and fantastic sex." Well, mostly fantastic, at any rate. The words rang hollow but she went on. "I think you and I make a great pair."
    "So why ruin everything?" Mitch asked.
    That was the way she'd felt when Joseph had tried to talk her into marriage, but she'd gotten used to having someone else around and she missed that, especially now that Joey was away most of the time. "I'm tired of living alone." She hated the pleading tone that had crept into her voice.
    He broke into laughter. "Sorry, honey, but I love having a place to myself. Watching the TV shows I like and staying up as late as I want, drinking beer and scratching my ass if it itches."
    Mitch put a hand on her thigh and she shoved it away. He wasn't painting a pretty picture. He was not by any means the world's best lover, she realised belatedly, but he must think he was to talk that way. And she had let him convince her.
    "Come on, Erin . I love being with you, but we both know you're not into sports as much as I am, and you'd hate watching athletic events on the tube all the time."
    "I enjoy my privacy, too, but in a house as large as this, we could watch different shows in different rooms, and it's not like we'd be tripping over one another." Ohmigod, that's a lovely picture of marriage.
    "It wouldn't work. I'd feel uncomfortable living in a mansion that's decorated so girly-girl and la-de-dah."
    "Feminine and elegant? Is that what you're saying?" Erin clipped her words in anger. "You'd rather live in a second floor apartment with leather furniture and a big flat-screen TV. Is that it?"
    "Exactly. Sorry, but I'm a simple guy and you're a classy lady. It's a wonder we hit it off, but we did and I'm enjoying every minute. I'm in this
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