Page 82 of Lipstick Kiss

“I have a folder, Luke. I know exactly what I want.”

Luke pulled the buggy over to the side under a canopy of trees. He turned off the engine and shifted away from the steering wheel while at the same time hauling her over his lap, so she straddled him.

“Freya?”

“Yeah? I’m right here, sitting on your erection.”

“Babe,” he said and hissed when she ground against him.

“Honey,” she replied.

“You take that folder to Stan. You take Erica and Heidi with you. If you wait until Daisy is back, take her too. Have whatever the fuck you want for the wedding day. It will be a small price to pay for dragging you into Turner history. Are we clear?”

“Yeah, the thing is, I have two folders.”

“Okay?”

“One where my dad was paying, and you wouldn’t be my husband. Then the other where you were going to be my husband.”

“What am I missing here?”

“Is there a budget?”

“Fuck no, have what you want. I’ll steal a few more rings if I have to. Or go diving for the florins.”

“Okay,” Freya said.

“Why are we having this conversation?”

“Because Archer and Jason got married quickly and quietly. There was barely any time to get Heidi ready, but I want the whole thing, the whole experience. I want my mum to be the mother of the bride and wear a fancy hat. It sounds so superficial, but I’ve wanted to marry you for so long.”

“Now I want to marry you tomorrow,” Luke said. “Not to cheat you out of a wedding, but because I think I fell a little bit more in love with you.”

Freya sagged against him at his words.

“You’ll need to wait, and we’re abstaining,” Freya said.

“The fuck we are. You can have the wedding of your scrapbook dreams, but I am not giving up worshipping this body.”

To show he meant it, he slipped his hand under the hem of her dress and found the edge of her panties. He pushed them to the side and slipped his fingers inside her. When his thumb joined, she was moaning and clutching at his shoulders.

“You want to give this up?”

“No, I was joking, I promise.”

“Ride my fingers, Peaches. Show me how much you love it.”

Freya was already wet from his proposal. It didn’t take her long to get her orgasm and for Luke to drive like crazy back to Sabrina Lodge to strip her bare.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Freya

“Your forearm is really bumpy,” Freya said, trailing her fingers along his arm.

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you had the tattoos done?”

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