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She arched her neck as he moved his lips down her throat. “So, you know we aren’t doing this marriage thing tonight, right?”

He nodded into the crook of her neck, his fingers already working the elaborately tied rope around her waist. “Tomorrow?”

Impressed with the speed with which he managed to disassemble the gold strands wrapped around her body, she narrowed her eyes and focused on his own knotted belt. “How about we live in this high for a few weeks and go from there? Or at least until I can walk across a room without help.”

Sitting back on his haunches, he untied the rope for her and tossed it aside, his gaze raking over the outline of her body through the thin fabric of her dress. He yanked his tunic over his head and dropped it, diving toward the floor instantly and then sitting back up, his ring clutched tight in his fingers.

Placing her hands on the broad expanse of his chest, she dug her nails in and trailed them down to his hips, leaving white lines on his skin. “Can you reach that chain on the vanity?”

Stretching across her, he retrieved the chain and slid the ring onto it. “So, not tomorrow?” he muttered, his brows knotted in concentration while he wrestled with the clasp. “I’m free tomorrow.”

Reaching up to help him, she secured the chain around his neck and patted it, admiring the view when he sat back and skimmed his fingers across her ribs. “I’ll check my calendar.”

Apparently satisfied with her reply, he leaned forward and kissed her, the sweet gentleness becoming ravenous as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her. He hooked his thumbs along the fabric on her shoulders, pushing it down as she arched into his hands. “Are we supposed to wait or something?” He panted while hiking her skirts and positioning himself between her thighs.

She lifted her hips, closing her eyes as he pushed inside her slowly. “Little late for that.” When he tensed up, she wrapped her legs around him to keep him from bolting away. “Stop overthinking and fuck me.” Pushing herself up onto one elbow, she ran her fingers along his clean-shaven jaw. “Your future wife is calling the shots here, remember?”

The strain that had risen so sharply on his face disappeared and he grinned down at her with a giddiness she’d never thought she’d see from him. “Ah, wow. Wife, hey?”

“Like that, do you?” she teased, grinding against him and falling back on the bed when he lifted her hips higher and began to pump into her. “Wife, wife, wife, wife…”

His thumbs dug into her waist as he held her in place and sped up, hitting a spot deep inside her that sent her eyes rolling back. “I think I finally found my kink,” he groaned, adjusting his angle a fraction.

She grasped at his knees, his thighs, his hips. Anything to ground her as her body tightened in anticipation while he continued to pound into her at a punishing speed. Any smart-ass comment she had in her head evaporated with the change of angle, her entire focus zeroing in on chasing the finale to the sensation, arching her back and curling her toes. As the first tremors shot through her body, he wrapped his large hands over hers and pressed them into the bed, bringing his lips to hers while she rode out the peak, her breathing ragged as she came down.

Slowing his pace, he buried his head into her throat. “Say it?”

Gasping for air, she laughed. “Wife?”

“The other one.”

Blinking to focus her blurred vision, she ran her hands through his hair and splayed them along his strong back. “Husband?”

His hips bucked hard against her, the weight of his body spreading across hers as he came with a groan, his grip on her loosening only when his breathing began to even out again.

Rolling off her, he pulled her onto his chest and tossed the blanket over them, dropping one leg to the floor.

“Hot?” she murmured, her euphoria morphing into a contented exhaustion.

His arms tightened around her. “You’re extremely hot. And talented.”

She tapped her fingers on his chest impatiently.

“You’re still not very funny, though.”

*

Ryan crossed hisarms and glared at his idiot brothers, waiting out their vulgar display until they lost their balance and fell on the floor, shoving each other away while they scrambled back to their feet. “You two about done here?”

Bo pushed his hair off his face and yanked an elastic from his wrist. “Did you take a page from me?” he asked, slapping Alex upside the head when he snorted. “Were you smooth and shit? Or did you blubber like a fucking baby like this dickwad’s going to whenever he finds the balls to do it?”

Absently patting the ring laying on his chest, he shrugged. “She asked me.”

His brothers froze, frowning as they digested his words.

“What the fuck?” Bo finally hollered. “They can do that? Why the fuck haven’t I read about that? Proposing was the scariest fucking moment of my life! And yeah, I’m including the dragon slaying in that lineup.”

Alex looked thoroughly enthralled. “What the hell did you say?”

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