Page 112 of Craving Cooper

“It wouldn’t be entirely for your benefit. The extra space would be useful.”

“Why? You just said we could squeeze the second couch in, and I only have my clothes and some books. We don’t need anywhere bigger.”

“I think Saffron would appreciate it, though, don’t you?”

“Saffron? You mean you’re planning this for the other woman in your life?”

I laugh and so does she, our bodies shaking, and my cock twitching inside her, which makes her gasp.

“There are no other women in my life, although I think she’d be less snappy and more amenable if she could let off steam, rather than being cooped up all day.”

“Maybe.”

I feel like she’s coming around to the idea, and I reach down and place my hand under her ass, raising her off of the bed slightly, so my next inward thrust hits the front wall of her vagina. Her breath catches and she lets out a moan of satisfaction, which makes me smile.

“Besides, don’t you think it would be nice to have some outside space?”

“What… could you do that again?”

“Do what?” I ask, plunging a little deeper. “That?”

“Yes. It feels so good.”

I do it again, and again, and then slow the pace, getting her attention. “You were gonna say something?”

“Was I?” she says, her brow furrowing and then quickly clearing again. “Oh, yeah. What would the outside space be for?”

“Our kids. It would be good for them to have somewhere to run around.”

“Kids?” She looks beautifully bewildered.

“Yes.”

“We’re having kids?”

“I think that’s a given, babe.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. We take way too many risks.”

“I know, but… but I didn’t think you were interested in children, and families, and things like that.”

“I am now. Or I will be… when I’ve made you Mrs. White.”

She stops moving, staring up at me, her eyes wide, her mouth slightly open. “I—Is that a proposal?”

Have I read this wrong? Should I have planned it better?

“You said you didn’t need hearts and flowers.”

“I don’t.”

I smile. “Then answer me.”

“You haven’t asked anything yet.”

“Okay.” I take a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”

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