Page 12 of Cupid Loves Curves

My ring twinkles in the light and I can’t stop staring at it. It’s a beautiful, classic ring – small stone, beautiful gold filigree work. It’s exactly the kind of ring I would have chosen for myself.

“I want a big family,” Lance says, once we’re back at my house. The way he says this, it’s a statement that I know he feels strongly about.

“Me, too,” I say, dropping my purse and walking to him. I slide my hands in the back pockets of his pants, pulling him closer to me. “I want a bustling home.”

Lance runs his hands over my body, grabbing my ass and pulling me close to him. I smile when I feel how hard he is, his cock pressing against my stomach.

“Will you cook me dinner every Valentine’s Day?” I ask, rubbing his thick cock through his pants. I can feel it jerking under my fingers, and I can’t wait to wrap my mouth around him.

“Every year that we live, I will cook that dinner for you.” Lance throws his head back as I unbutton his pants and slide my fingers across his hot skin.

Lance pulls my head to his and claims my mouth in a wild, passion-filled kiss, and it takes my breath away. Every bit of love he shares with me expands my heart and soul in ways that are truly staggering and unexpected – and I wouldn’t give him up for anything in the world.

“Then let’s starting working on building our family.”

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