Page 131 of Beyond the Temptation: Vol 2

Miles's chuckle joined mine as he sat on the couch beside me and called to his crazy dog. "Come on, Ares, leave her be for a second. But make sure you show her what you brought her."

My brows furrowed in confusion as Ares stopped licking my face and sat down with his tail frantically wagging and thumping into the couch. "What do you have for me?" I asked as I scratched him behind the ear.

"Look on his collar," Miles fake whispered, then coughed, doing his best to look innocent but failing miserably.

With a roll of my eyes, I felt around his collar and ran into a pouch tied to his collar. I pulled on the strings to loosen the bow, and the bag fell to the couch. Blinking rapidly and trying to control my emotions, I grabbed the small pouch and opened it to reveal a jewelry box.

"Miles," I breathed, my gaze lifting to his and asking him the question with my eyes.

"Open it."

My heart raced, practically beating outside my chest as I tried to open the black velvet box with trembling hands. Miles grasped my forearms and rubbed up and down to soothe me with his touch as I did my best to calm down.

Because I knew what was in the box.

Miles wasn't the most subtle person in the world, and the questions about ring size and casually leaving internet browsers up on his phone were a bit of a dead giveaway.

Finally, I was able to stop the shaking long enough to open the box with a snap, and a breath caught in my throat. Nestled in a bed of satin was the most beautiful vintage-style ring I'd ever laid eyes on.

Instead of a diamond, a shimmering sapphire was set in the center with a platinum band and the embellishments were in the art deco style that I adored.

My mouth dropped, and I tried desperately to form words, but all I was able to do was blink as Miles slid from the couch to kneel before me.

"Jessika Camilla Wright, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"

"Fuck yes." Tears escaped the corners of my eyes as he plucked the ring from the box and slid it on my finger.

I launched myself from the couch to wrap my arms around him and kiss him fiercely.

We fell back as Miles grunted, then laughed and returned my kiss with passion.

Ares barked and circled around us, sneaking in licks before darting away.

"I think Ares wants to play." I giggled as Miles trailed kisses down my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.

"I want to play too, but not with Ares." He was using the hot as sin, sultry narrator voice on me.

My thighs clenched, and sparks of arousal simmered to life. I was powerless to resist that voice when he used it. Not that I ever wanted to resist him, but that voice just made me melt.

There was a Jess-sized goo puddle where my body had once been, for I was melted by his voice too many times.

Miles jolted me back to reality as he nipped my skin. "I'm taking you to my bed for the first time as my fiancee." His words were little more than a possessive growl as he rolled me beneath him and then climbed to his feet. He held a hand out for me, and I graciously took it.

He gathered me into his arms and buried his face in the curve of my neck and shoulder. "You've made me the happiest man in the world today."

"You said that to me before when we first got together."

Shrugging, he grinned, and his eyes sparkled. "I just keep beating my own record. I'm sure it'll happen more throughout our life together. We have a lot of years to keep resetting the bar."

My heart fluttered as pure joy swept through me. I don't know what I'd done to get so lucky, but I couldn't wait for the years we had ahead of us.

Since the moment that Miles came into that empty room after the signing and held me when I was having a panic attack, my life had changed. He made me a better person. I laughed and smiled more. Enjoyed life to the fullest, and I thanked all of the deities above that he was a part of my life.

I squealed as Miles bent and his shoulder hit my belly as he lifted me. A possessive hand rested on my ass as he marched toward the bedroom.

"I told you I wanted to play, baby girl," he growled as he set me down on the plush bed. His dark eyes burned, flashing like gleaming obsidian as he made quick work of my clothes before pulling me to the edge of the bed. He shoved his pants down just enough to free his cock before he was impaling me on his erection over and over again.

Our lovemaking was fast and furious, Miles rubbing circles along my clit to make me come as many times as I could before he did. I screamed as the third orgasm wrenched from me.

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