Page 62 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

He nods and brings his finger to the tip of my chin, titling my face higher as he looks into my eyes. “Every precious piece of you belongs to me, and I’m never going to do anything to ruin that again.”

“I think I could live with that,” I say with a chuckle.

“Maybe there’s a way I can get you more on board?”

He inches closer, his mouth so close to mine that his breath skates across my lips, and I smile at him. “Kiss me.”

His lips press against mine softly, in a way I haven’t experienced with him before, and I melt into the kiss. I run my hands over his chest, the muscles beneath his shirt tensing under my touch, but it never goes further than the tenderness. With each press of his lips on mine, he breathes life into me that I never thought I’d be able to feel again.

Every time I’m with him I feel more alive, like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.

The driver clears his throat, a subtle reminder that we’ve arrived. I pull back, cheeks flushing, and catch his gaze in the rearview mirror. My cheeks heat and I hide my face against Donny’s side, stifling a laugh.

“Thank you,” Donny says before pulling me eagerly out of the car.

His hand never leaving mine as we walk through the sleek modern lobby of his building. A few people nod in our direction, but Donny keeps his eyes ahead, his grip on my hand firm.

In the elevator, it’s just the two of us. The quiet hum of the elevator fills the space, but all I can focus on is the way Donny stands close to me, his thumb tracing circles over the back of my hand. His body is so close, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, drawing me in. My breath quickens, heart pounding in sync with the subtle pulse of the elevator.

The elevator dings, and as the doors glide open to reveal his private penthouse, the anticipation tightens, making my pulse race. Donny tugs me gently through the front door, and the moment my shoes are off, he’s leading me down the hall, straight to his bedroom. It’s not quite how I pictured it, but I can’t help but smile as he pulls me inside and quietly shuts the door behind us.

“You can change the room however you want, Sunshine, but we’ll save that for later.”

I turn to face him, eyebrows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

Donny steps closer, his eyes soft but intent. “I mean, this will be your room, too. I want you here, with me—every night. You could decorate it any way you like, paint it pink if you want. As long as you’re the one lying next to me, this place will feel like home.”

“One step at a time,” I tease with a smirk, though the thought of it stirs something warm inside me. “What are we really doing here?”

His smile widens, but his gaze turns serious, full of meaning as he steps even closer, our chests nearly touching. “What we’re doing here is building our life together. I don’t want to spend another night without you. Whether it’s here or at your place, I just want us together. But what I really want,” he pauses, his hand brushing my cheek, “is for you to make this your home. To bring your warmth, your love into this space.”

He pauses. “I’m in love with you, Carmen Blackwood, so in love with you.”

My heart clenches. The tenderness in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice—it all hits me, deep.

“And if I say yes?” I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He smiles, his forehead resting against mine. “Then I’ll make sure every day we spend here feels like the start of something new. Because I’m not just asking you to live here, Carmen. I’m asking you to be with me, always. As my wife.”

A warmth spreads through me, and I can’t stop the tear that slips down my cheek, a tear of pure joy. I smile up at him, my heart so full it feels like it might burst, my decision already made.

“Then, I guess I’m moving in... for good.”

“Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice low and full of promise.

He steps closer, his thumb brushing away the tear on my cheek before his fingers drift down, tugging gently at the string of my blouse. His eyes darken, heating with desire as the fabric falls away, revealing the lace underneath. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch, and my body responds, my pulse quickening.

“Very much so, Sunshine,” he whispers.

I gasp when he tugs the cup of my bra down, then swirls his tongue around a pert nipple before moving over to the other and doing the same.

“I love you, too, Drummer Boy.”

He pulls away and looks into my eyes, smiling. “First step to this relationship is figuring out a different nickname,” he mutters.

I wink and push away from him, heading toward the bed while looking over my shoulder with a smile. “I don’t know, rolls off the tongue pretty nice.”

“Speaking of tongues,” he says huskily, taking slow, deliberate steps toward me before gently nudging me back onto the bed with a smirk. “I know exactly what I’m going to do with mine.”

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