Page 184 of Stolen Moments

Emery rests her cheek in the crook of my neck, kissing my jaw. “About?”

“Going slow.”

She hums her agreement, basking in the afterglow as I run my fingers through her hair, inhaling the sweet vanilla pear scent. I never want this to end. Falling asleep with her in my arms every night and waking up with her in my arms every morning. This is where I’m supposed to be.

“Marry me,” I blurt, and she freezes.

Did I really just ask Emery to marry me after sex while my dick is still inside her? I’m a fucking idiot. She said she didn’t want to go slow, not fucking light speed.

My heart races, and anxiety blooms in my chest at her silence. I’m a little scared for her to say yes, but it’s mixed with excitement and I know my future is her. What scares the fuck out of me more is her saying no.

Until she whispers, “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

Wait. What?

A grin spread across my face as I roll her onto her back, my cock slipping from its home as I settle between her legs. She’s biting that sexy lip, staring up at me with confidence and so much fucking love.

“Yes?” I ask again. I can’t have heard her correctly, right?

“Yes,” she says louder, and it’s like music to my ears. “Yes. I’ll marry you. I love you. I want to start our life together. Now. I don’t want to wait. I—”

Before she can finish, I cover her mouth with mine, kissing away any doubt she’s ever had and replacing it with certainty. She’s it for me.

“Fuck, Em. You just made me the happiest man alive.” I pepper her face in kisses as she giggles.

“Really? You weren’t just blurting it out because we just had amazing sex?”

“One, it was mind-blowing sex. And two, fuck yes. I want to marry you. I want to call you my wife. I want you to help me design the new house, so when we’re ready, we can watch our kids grow up there.” I kiss her again, stealing her breath.

Her hips twist, and I let her roll me onto my back as she sits up and straddles my hips, my cum leaking out of her and onto my stomach. My dick perks up at the sight. I want to shove my cum back inside her, but she stops me before I can.

“I have a crazy idea. You can say no if you want to.” She looks away nervously.

Finger under her chin, I turn her face back to mine. “I’m listening.”

“What do you think about getting married on Valentine’s weekend?” she asks, worrying her top teeth over her lip.

I hope she means this Valentine’s Day. Pulling her lip free, I ask, “Like, next month?”

She shrugs. “Well, yeah, it will sort of be the anniversary of … you know, our first weekend together.”

She’s so cute.Our first weekend together.As in, our first fuck-a-thon. One of many I plan to have from now until the day I can’t get my cock up anymore.

I grin at her. “I say hell fucking yes.”

“Really?”

I cup her cheek in my palm. “Really. You’re it for me, baby doll.”

Her shoulders fall, and she melts into my palm.

“We can get married tomorrow or a year from now. As long as you become my wife, I don’t care when it happens. Just as long as it does. But I like sooner rather than later.”

Emery’s eyes shine with unshed tears. “I love you.”

“I love you more, beautiful.”

“You know, you’re it for me too, Mr. Bossy. Or should I say, fiancé?”

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