Page 122 of Loving the CEO

"No, you mentioned it when you booked the ticket, and I thought, ‘What better day?’ The new moon is the one with manifestations, right?"

"Oh my God, and I thought I couldn't love you more. Yes, yes, yes. The new moon is for all the things we wish to come true."

"Then it is perfect."

"I agree," I murmured.

I felt like I was in a dream. This man was here. He loved me. Not only that, but he’d proposed to me. I truly thought I would never say yes to a marriage proposal again, but nothing had ever felt this perfect. Right now, I didn't have an ounce of hesitation or fear. It was simply meant to be.

"You’re fulfilling all my wildest dreams, Leo. Some I didn't even know I had."

"I'm glad you said that. And I'll keep doing that forever and ever."

"You’ll get tired eventually," I murmured.

"I fucking won't, I promise you that. You and I will have an amazing life together. I love you so damn much. I'm not even sure how I could exist without you, how I could breathe or go on. You're everything to me."

"I feel the same," Iconfessed.

"I promise to keep you happy and safe forever. I won't allow anyone, not a single person, to harm you in any way."

I giggled. "Last time you promised to be my personal bodyguard, things escalated quickly."

"They will this time, too, baby, I promise."

He placed kisses down my neck—only chaste ones at first, but they turned dirtier as he went farther down.

"Leo?" I asked, because I was getting very hot and bothered. "When is Debbie coming home?"

"Tomorrow."

My eyebrows shot to my hairline. "Oh my God, you kicked her out of her own house?"

"She said she’d stay with a friend. I told her I could do all of this in a hotel, but she insisted the surprise factor would be much better here, and I agree."

"You thought of absolutely everything."

He grinned. "Of course."

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Leo

I kissed her slowly, determined to savor every damn second as I carried her toward the bedroom. When I felt her fingers thread through my hair, tugging slightly, I knew what that meant. She needed more. And so did I.

I walked deeper inside the room with her and put her feet down on the floor. I was never letting go of her again. I couldn't foresee a future when I’d have my fill of her. But for now, I simply wanted to kiss her.

I pressed my tongue against hers, and she whimpered. Then I felt her left knee wrap around my right thigh.

I stopped the kiss, looking between us. "What's wrong?"

"I was trying to climb you, considering you're clearly trying to torture me."

I started to laugh, but it turned into a groan when she pushed her dress up her thighs. I'd never tire of watching her go crazy for me, but I didn't want to torture her any longer, so instead of kissing her, I helped her move her dress farther up.

"Zipper?" I asked.

"Right here." She pointed to her left side, and I lowered it immediately. Then she held her hands up in a clear message:get it out of the way. And like an obliging fiancé, I did just that.

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