Page 33 of Sinfully Mine

“Always,” he swore. “I want to marry her.”

My dad swallowed. “I don’t think I have the guts to refuse you.”

“Oh, Dad,” I laughed. “I love you.”

“Love you just as much, babygirl.”

I turned to Hunter as he picked me up, and my legs circled his waist. “Marriage, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“What are you?”

“A Reaper. I collect the souls of the wicked.” He brushed his lips over mine. “The others will handle Agent Rickman.”

That was unexpected. “The others?”

“My club brothers.”

So, they were all Reapers? Fascinating. And scary. I kinda liked it.

“When are we getting married?”

“Pick a date. I’ll be there.”

“Okay. Tomorrow.”

He laughed, holding me tighter. “Works for me. It’s perfect. I’ve got my valentine,” he murmured as I wrapped my body around him, holding tighter with my arms and legs because I didn’t want to let him go.

Wait. “Your valentine?”

“Yeah, baby. It’s February fourteenth tomorrow.”

I totally forgot! “I guess that makes you my valentine, then. My sexy, inked, sinful valentine.”

His lips curled as he flashed that panty-melting smile that I adored. “Let’s get you home, and then we can spend all night figuring it out.”

Oh, yeah. That sounded sinfully perfect.

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