Page 57 of Rim Job

Like I'm going anywhere.

I sigh, going gooey and pliant in his hold. This, this is everything. No more pretending. Just us. Real.

His lips, warm and soft, move against mine—gently, reverently. All too soon, he's pulling away. I cling to him, trying to keep the kiss going. His husky laugh breaks the trance as I open my eyes, midair-pucker.

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away.”

Who could blame me?

“No problem, my love. I wouldn't stop if I didn't have a very important question to ask you.”

Oh, shit.

I look up and meet his gaze, drowning in all things Rimmington Banks.

“What's your question?”

His hands slide down the length of my arms and hold my hands again.

Oh, crap this is serious.

My hands shake in his.

“Don't be nervous, love. I'm the one putting himself on the line.”

Oh, crap.

Rim smiles.He's so hot.Then he slides down on one knee before me.

Um, what?

No.

This can't be what I think it is.

“Christina Myrtle Elliott…”

I laugh at his use of the fake middle name my girls call me. Tears begin to cloud my vision.

Oh, my God.

“From the moment you quite literally stumbled into my life, nothing has been the same. You are smart, vibrant, funny as hell, and beautiful.”

Tears fall down my face in a rush now, and my throat clogs with emotion.

I never thought I'd find this—him.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I choke out a laugh before I fall to my knees in front of him.

“Yes!”

Epilogue

CHRISTINA

11 MONTHS LATER

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