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Hannah narrowed her eyes. "Did you tell her to order me a white dress?"

"No," I answered.

"Two years ago, you were voted sexiest man alive."

"Your point? Now I’m down on one knee in front of a beautiful woman waiting for an answer. I know you think I’m only an eight." She tried to step back, but I grasped her hand. "Why don't you want to be my wife? Is the ring too small? We can have a larger one delivered."

"You think I might say no because of the size?"

"Well, I don't know why."

She waved her hands between us. "I listed my reasons earlier. Since those weren't enough, how are we going to find a lawyer to write a prenup on short notice? Do you even know what we must do for a license? We don't know each other at all."

"No prenup. We can fill out an application online. Then make a quick pit stop to grab the printed copy from the Regional Justice Center. As for not knowing each other, ask me anything. But you didn't answer my question about the ring. Is it too small?"

Her eyes darted to the table and back to me. "It's beautiful. How can you possibly think marrying me with no prenup is a good idea? And what if we have no chemistry and sex isn't any good?"

Hannah was sexy as hell, and from our kiss earlier, I already knew we would be good in bed together.

I stood up and pulled her into my arms. "I have enough money. Even if you took half, I wouldn't miss it. You would probably put it to good use. As for your job, I have a house in D.C. and spend most of my time there. I'm on board with chaining myself to a tree. And about the chemistry part, you don't think we would be good in bed together?"

"You might have a small…"

"My penis is above average. Sex isn't only about penetration."

"You really want to discuss intercourse?"

"You brought it up. I would rather take you on a couple more dates. Once you feel comfortable around me, I'd lay you across the bed and spend hours eating your sweet pussy. After you orgasm on my tongue a few times, I would slide deep inside of you."

Hannah's cheeks turned red again. "Uh…Okay, what happens if I'm bad in bed?"

I brushed my thumb along her lips. "Can I kiss you?"

She gave a slight nod.

Our eyes locked as I lowered my head until our lips touched softly. My hand gripped the back of her neck to control her movement. She gasped and I used the moment to push my tongue into her mouth. My hand wandered back up her side and cupped her breast. She leaned into my touch, and I gently pinched her nipple, poking through the thin dress.

I wanted to throw her over my shoulder and take her to the bedroom. I groaned as I released my hold and kissed my way along her jaw to right below her ear. "I think sex between us will be wild. If I wasn't trying to take things slowly, I would slide my hand under your dress and see how wet you are."

"I never expected you to talk so dirty," she sighed. "Now I'm sexually frustrated."

"My cock was hard the moment I saw you. Are you going to accept my proposal?"

"The damn kiss caused my brain to go all foggy. I can't believe I'm about to say this…yes."

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"We're here to pick up our marriage license," I told the young woman behind the plexiglass at the justice center. Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline when she saw me.

"The reports said you just got engaged to that woman."

Hannah growled next to me. "That woman is standing right here."

The clerk ignored Hannah and fluttered her eyes at me. "I work as an Instagram model on the side, Mr. President. I'm sure you can do better than her."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Hannah pushed me to the side. Texan coughed to cover up his laugh. The couple behind us moved closer to hear the conversation. I only hoped nobody recorded the interaction and posted it online. We had enough press hounding us.

"Here's the deal, bitch," Hannah spat. "You're going to hand me my marriage license now. And if you say another word about my fiancé, I'll make sure nobody ever finds your body. I've had a long day during which I spent some time learning how to feed bodies to alligators."

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