Free Chicago Heat by Jordyn Tracey

happy.”
    She stared at him. “What are you saying?”
    He grinned. “I’m saying marry me. Make me the happiest man on Earth.”
    Her mouth dropped open. “Are you sure about that, John? You don’t believe in marriage.”
    “I believe in us.”
    “Then yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” Fawn ran out to grab Kevin and told him the news. He whooped and then quieted remembering where he was. They gathered together around John’s bed clinging to one another, and Fawn vowed she’d never let either of them go again.

Chapter Ten
     
    “Oh no you don’t, Detective Harris,” Fawn warned John. “The doctor said you’re still to take it easy. You just lay back.”
    John grumbled. “He cleared me for sex, Fawn, and I will have my fiancée. How can you expect me to resist when you come out of the bathroom in that paper thin thing. Damn it, look at your nipples begging me to touch and taste.”
    She grinned and wiggled them for his enjoyment. His cock grew out in an instant. She reached down and brushed it with her fingertips. He seized her hand and pressed it harder to him. “You’ll have all of me, baby,” she promised, “but I’m in charge here. You don’t get to be on top. Now, Big Daddy, let Mama please you.”
    Excitement brimming in his eyes, he laid back on the pillows. She straddled his hips. The babydoll nightie she’d bought from Victoria Secret was sheer, and she’d known when she slipped into it after her shower that John would be drooling. She’d worn no bra, and her nipples were pebbled in clear view for him to see.
    She raised the nightie up to reveal her matching white thong and tugged at one strap. “Do you like my thong too?”
    He panted. “Hell yes.”
    She giggled. His cock shifted under her. She leaned back and explored inside his pajama bottoms to find the treasure she loved. “Yummy, look what I found.” She tugged it free of the confining material and ran her hand from base to tip. John groaned, his head dipping back. “You’ve worked hard, detective. I think you deserve a reward.”
    She scooted down his body and lowered her head toward his cock. John seemed ready to explode. He watched with an intent expression as she stuck out her tongue to sample the precome rising from his tip. John let out a curse. She raised her head. “You’ve reverted to old ways, John. Maybe you don’t deserve a treat.”
    “Fawn, if you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to injure myself and take you by force.”
    She laughed. “You’d never do that.”
    His eyes narrowed. “Try me.”
    Sticking his shaft into her mouth, she cupped his balls and lowered her mouth as far as she could. She sucked hard and rose up again. John fisted her hair. Loving his flavor, she engulfed much of his length, twirled her tongue over the head, and coaxed him to give her his flow. John’s balls contracted. She knew he’d burst soon, so she pumped his erection faster.
    “Ah, baby, you’re going to make me come. How I love you,” he roared. She lifted her gaze from his cock and watched him enjoy what she was doing to him. She drew back a little until only his head extended between her lips. A squeeze and a forceful milking brought him to a head. His come shot into her mouth, and to her lover’s delight, she drank down every drop.
    When she sat up from him, wiping her lips with the back of her hand, John put a hand out to her. She climbed higher on the bed and nestled carefully over him but not putting too much pressure on his wound. He’d come a long way, but she wasn’t taking any chances. He meant everything to her.
    “You are the most amazing woman on the planet,” he told her. “And to think I was stupid enough to almost give you up.”
    She rolled her eyes. “Well you know men aren’t the brightest spots in the universe.”
    He squeezed her ass. “Naughty. You’re going to get it when I’m one hundred percent.”
    “Promises, promises.”
    To her surprise and pleasure, he pushed aside her thong, and