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Hot, happy tears threaten to spill, and I try to blink them back. “Then kiss me already.”

He kisses me, pushing me back on the sofa, giving me his weight until I’m swimming in the heat between us. Falling, like I always do in his arms.

Falling into him.

Falling with him.

He kisses his way down my chest and smooths a hand up my thigh beneath my robe. He presses a warm, possessive hand to my pussy, then tugs my bikini aside, and I arch my back, wanting his touch.

Wanting him inside.

“I don’t have sex on this couch,” he murmurs between my breasts, even as his fingers slide into me.

I move my hips into his touch, gasping. “You do now.”

“I love you, Megan.” His rough-velvet voice is devout. His fingers are determined as they work inside me, his thumb circling around my clit, coaxing me to the edge.

“Jameson…” I gasp, relaxing into the rising pleasure that he’s orchestrating, so perfectly.

He lowers himself between my legs, and his tongue joins his thumb in urging me toward climax. I revel in it, in how much he wants to please me, in the warm and hungry affections of his mouth as he licks and sucks while moaning in pleasure.

And when I finally shatter, my core contracting in ecstasy, he says, “Marry me.”

Our eyes lock. My heart thuds as my body arches, the shivers of orgasm still pulsing through my body, his fingers moving slowly inside me.

When I stop moving and lie panting, he says, “I want you to be my wife, Megan. And I don’t need a fucking year to decide.”

A tear slides down my temple. And as soon as I catch my breath, I give him the only answer I can.

“Yes.”

Chapter 45

Jameson

Later that evening, I emerge from the shower to find Megan lying on our bed, waiting for me. She’s wearing my shirt, the one I wore today, unbuttoned, and she’s naked underneath.

So beautiful.

She smiles at me sleepily, but there’s no way we’re going to sleep yet.

I climb over her and peel the shirt open, baring her beautiful tits and pussy to me completely. I’m already getting all kinds of ideas about how I’m going to make her come again.

After I made her come on my no-sex sofa, I fucked her on it, then had Chef make us a celebratory dinner.

Then we called our families to tell them the news: that we’re getting married, for real, and will be setting a wedding date soon.

I know my family approves of Megan. Even Harlan, as much as he can bother approving of such a thing. He’s been in a black mood the last few days, ever since we all met to draw the next name from Granddad’s cigar box, and his name was chosen.

But when is Harlan ever in a good mood?

As for Graysen, I told him we’re having dinner soon, just the two of us, and he seemed pleased. It’s not like Graysen and I to spend much one-on-one time, but maybe that’s my fault more than it is his. And my soon-to-be-married status seems to have checked off an item on his to-do list, so at least he’s off my back about that.

My part in the game is over.

All there is left to do is enjoy planning a life with my bride.

And if she thinks we’re done celebrating, she really doesn’t know me as well as she thinks she does.

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