Page 52 of Ryder

“Marry me.”

She swallows. “You can’t be serious.”

“I’m totally serious.”

Her chest rises and falls. “Did you intentionally push me to the edge and leave me hanging so that you could ludicrously propose to me while I’m foggy with lust?”

“Yes.” I smirk.

She stares. “No, you did not.”

I smile. “I did, baby. I’m ruthless. Marry me.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” She narrows her sexy eyes. “Withholding sex until I agree to such an absurd notion?”

“Yes.” God, I love her. I haven’t said it to her yet, but I love her. I love how completely off-kilter she is right now and how she’s going to spar with me on this issue like I knew she would.

She groans dramatically, tips her head back to stare at the ceiling, closes her eyes, and reaches between her legs with one hand.

I have to admit, she has stunned me this time. This is not the reaction I was expecting.

I chuckle as I encircle her wrist and pull her hand away from her pussy. I haul it to my lips and kiss her fingertips. “Do you not remember the rule about touching yourself?”

She tries to yank her hand out of my grip, whimpering. The intense scent of her arousal fills the room. “So, spank me,” she taunts. “You can’t just suck my clit and leave me hanging.”

“Mmm.” I suck her middle finger into my mouth and hold on to it.

Her nostrils suck in with her inhale. “Ryder…” Her voice is breathy and so very sexy.

I release her finger with a pop. “Marry me.”

“Are you going to withhold orgasms until I do?” she murmurs.

“Mmm,” I respond noncommittally. I don’t think I could really withhold orgasms from my girl. That would punish me, too. I love watching her come. But I want her to understand how serious I am. I want her to be mine.

After tonight, I realize there aren’t many people in town who are going to balk at our relationship. With the exception of Smith, of course, and he can bite my ass and fuck off.

I plant her hand next to her head, do the same with her other hand, and hold her down while I bend to kiss her nipples. I switch back and forth until she’s arching and moaning. “Ryder…”

“Marry me,” I murmur against her fucking sexy breasts.

She arches higher and groans. “Ryder, you’re not playing fair.”

I kiss a path up to her lips. “I will never play fair. You know that already.”

“We just met,” she breathes out.

“And I told you I knew immediately.”

“That’s not realistic.”

“Mmm.” I pretend to think before giving her a cocky grin. “I know what you’re waiting for.”

She rolls her eyes. “A year of dating? Flowers on my birthday? A taste of your cock?”

I chuckle. Yes, I love her. “I’ll remember to get you flowers on your birthday, and you can taste my cock after it’s been inside you. But I’m not willing to wait a year to do so.”

She gasps. “You’re serious? You won’t have sex with me until I marry you?”

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