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“What do you mean for good?” She changes positions to sit down. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

“Do you think I’d do it without a ring?” I lean forward. “Is that the kind of man you think I am?”

Crest Diamonds, here I come. Shea should have negotiated a family volume discount. Maybe I can knock a few grand off the price when I say I’m marrying a Diamond.

“No.” She exhales. “I don’t suppose you would.”

“To answer you, for good, means, I want you to consider how we make this work.” I now get why guys just fucking kidnap the women they want.

This is fucking exhausting. And I see the exhaustion in her eyes, too. Like her confession about Johnny drained her. I wonder how long it’s been weighing on her mind. I never meant to stress her like that. Telling her the truth that I am the man she slept with might add to her stress, though. And start a whole new conversation thread I don’t have energy for.

“Let’s get some sleep.” I kiss her, hard and deep.

A mistake because now I want to fuck her again.

Her hot little hand grips my cock over the boxers I reluctantly put on because I kept waking up and rolling onto a stiffie. “I think we need one round of sex to sleep well.”

I slide the dumb boxers down my arse. “Game on, sparkles.”

CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE

Jillian

After another round of amazing sex, I drift off in Eoghan’s arms.

But then I wake up, face down with warm hands yanking off my panties.

CHAPTER SEVENTY

Eoghan

If Jillian wants a sleep fantasy, I’m damn well going to give her one.

Her description of this fantasy turned me the fuck on.

But I question myself. Would I like to bang a semi-unconscious woman? Which I’ve never done. It holds no appeal for me, like other sick fucks who drug women to get laid.

But this isn’t real.

While I wait for her to fall into a deep sleep, I do some digging on Google to find out what’s involved. Great, now I’m on a fucking list.

I’m guessing she’s going to lie completely still and not speak.

Not usually how I want my woman.

My woman.

This woman.

I want her arms and legs wrapped around me. I want to feel nails digging into my back. I want her screaming my name. Begging for more.

It’s been an hour, and she’s flipped onto her stomach. Her body is fully relaxed and I know from just a few nights sleeping next to her that she’s in a deep sleep.

I push the covers away and take hold of the adorable cotton panty she wears to bed. Slowly, I drag it down, leaving it dangling from one ankle.

“Mmmm.” She stirs.

“I need to fuck you,” I whisper and roughly push her legs apart.

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