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With one hand fisted in her wet hair, I give her exactly what she asked for. I ride her ass with deep, hard strokes, holding her hip so I don’t slam her into the wall. The water from overhead sluices between us, magnifying the slap of hips against ass.

“Christ, baby. You take me so well. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathes, the word barely audible. “I’m your good, naughty girl.”

“So fucking naughty,” I tell her, smacking the slick flesh of one butt cheek and then the other, alternating again and again until her skin is is the most beautiful shade ofI got my ass spankedred.

The slap of my hand on her backside makes her feral, and she rolls her body to grind back onto me. Banding one arm aroundher waist, I lean forward and press my chest to her back, taking her deeper with each ruthless thrust.

“I’ve never felt anything better than this sweet, tight cunt. The way you ripple around me when you’re about to come all over my cock.” I encircle her throat with my hand, giving her a five-finger necklace that has her voice box humming with pleasure against my palm.

“Riggs, I’m so close,” she moans, turning her face in search of my lips. I kiss her, and our mouths fuse together as we both near our peak.

“I’m right there with you, baby.”

Releasing her neck, I reach for the detachable shower head and flick it on. Starting at her pert breasts, I work the powerful spray down her body until I reach her pussy. As soon as the jet of water touches her clit, Libby’s entire body bucks with the most potent orgasm I’ve ever felt a woman have.

The walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock so tightly, I can barely move, and she screams my name. My body goes into overdrive, fucking her through her climax as I spill my release inside her.

As the last tremor of her sex fades away, Libby’s knees buckle, and I drop the shower attachment to hold her up. “I’ve got you, my beautiful girl,” I murmur into her ear.

But in actuality, It’s the other way around.

She’s got me… hook, line, and sinker.

CHAPTER 26

Libby

It’s Christmas Eve, and I just finished some last minute shopping. I got Riggs the cutest boxer briefs with Fish Assassin printed across the butt. And there’s a fish on the front directly where his *ahem* will sit.

My fingers drum on the steering wheel as I fret about the size. I mean, he’s a big man, so the large will probably fit him, but what if he wears a medium? He does have slim hips.

Shit.I hate returning items after the holidays. All the lines and grumpy-ass people are annoying. Gnawing my bottom lip, I turn on my blinker and head toward Riggs’s house. He’s at the marina with Joe today, so I’ll just dash inside and check his underwear size. I still have time to return them before the store closes at five.

I hop out of the car and use the key Riggs gave me to unlock the front door. Ace skids up excitedly, and I bend to give him a quick neck rub before jogging to the bedroom. Checking the sizes in a couple pairs, I sigh with relief.Large. I figured all that cake couldn’t be contained in a medium. Not to mention what he’s packing in the front.

I’m about to close the drawer when something catches my eye. “Is that a ring box?” I ask the empty room. It doesn’t respond.

Scratching the side of my face, I stare down at it as my heart rate picks up a notch. I recognize the distinctive black and white box as being from an exclusive jeweler that specializes in engagement rings.

Surely he’s not…No, of course he’s not. We haven’t even saidI love youto each other. And that’s when my gaze snags on the paper beneath the box. It’s folded so only the words HOLIDAY PROPOSAL are visible.

Shit. I know I’m falling in love with the man, and I’m certain he feels the same, but a proposal after only two months? And we haven’t even been a couple for the entire time.

Should I talk to him about it? I’d hate for him to propose only to have me ask for more time. I’d never want to make him feel bad. What if he does it out in public? Oh my fucking god. What is he thinking?

I have to look. I have to see what’s on that paper. Maybe it will give me some kind of clue. It’s possible that the ring is a family heirloom that he’s holding onto, and he’s planning to propose next Christmas.

I won’t look at the ring though. I want to see it for the first time when he gives it to me. Carefully pulling out the papers, I begin to read.

HOLIDAY PROPOSAL

As soon as dessert is served, get down on one knee with our families surrounding us. Say the following:

My dearest Lucinda,

“Hold on a damn minute. Lucinda?” I snap at the paper. I read that part again before continuing.

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