Page 70 of Brutal Savage

He places his hand on the spot, grinning as he almost falls.

Ruby spins the wheel again. “Left foot on yellow.”

“Oh, boy.” I grimace, trying to figure out how to do that when my hand is too far away from my foot.

As I somehow maneuver my foot, my head down, I try not to fall.

From between the split of my thighs, I find Tynan moving up behind me, his body coming closer. Black loafers and gray dress pants. My knees grow weak from how insanely hot he looks. He’s always in a suit of some kind, probably costing more than a down payment on a home.

He comes to stand right behind my ass. “Need help, Ms. Hill?” His voice is like a soft, caressing touch. “Seems like you’ve got yourself all twisted up.”

“Nope.” I fight not to fall. “Just need you to stay far away from me before you make me lose.”

Ruby laughs.

While I shiver as his fingers run up the small of my back and I feel it everywhere.

“Once you’re done here, meet me in my office. I have something important to discuss.”

My stomach dips. “Okay.”

What in the world could he have to talk to me about? He hasn’t brought up Jerry or anything he’s learned about me. But maybe he finally found him somehow. Maybe he already killed him and wants to give me the good news.

We play for a few more minutes before I fall on my behind.

Brody grins.

“You win again, kid. I’m no match for you.” I shake my head. “I’ll be right back, okay?”

I kiss the top of his head, and his small arms curl around my hips, holding me tight as I return the embrace. I love this little boy so much.

He lets me go and treads to Bubbles, who’s currently ripping up a sock she found. I’m pretty sure it’s Tynan’s.

Walking nervously out of the room and through the narrow corridor, I knock on his door, the first one on the left.

“Come in, Ms. Hill,” his irresistible voice calls, and I rub at my collarbone from fear of what he’s about to tell me.

The door parts and he’s there, jacket slung over a black leather chair, his cuffs undone, sleeves tight around the crooks of his arms.

Even through my nerves, I grow warm at the sight of him.

“Close the door and have a seat.” He leans back, swallowing up all the air in the room with his presence.

My heart batters in my chest, the beats unsteady as I take the empty chair across from him.

“So, why am I here?” I brave the question, ignoring the fluttery feeling in my chest.

His eyes concentrate on mine, and for a moment, I wonder if he’ll even talk.

“I have another proposition for you.”

My brows hit my hairline. I knew he’d want more from me. Nothing is ever enough for men like him.

“And what’s that?”

“Marry me.”

I burst out laughing. I can’t seem to stop.

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