Page 137 of Wicked Sin

The last present is a flat envelope, and she doesn’t give me a preamble story for it. Just shoves it at me and looks away shyly.

“What is this?” I open the envelope and pull out a letter from Taylor’s bank.

It’s a pre-authorization for a mortgage.

“I hear that’s a thing that regular people do before they buy a house,” she says in an adorable rush. “Sodoyouwanttobuyahousewithmemaybe?”

“Say that again slower.”

“Come on, Luke! Don’t be mean.”

I grin. “Slow-er.”

“Do you want to buy a house with me, maybe?”

“Ab-so-fucking-lutely. On one condition.”

“What’s that?”

I crawl on top of her, pinning her down so she can’t run away. “You come to meet my family on Sunday night for dinner.”

My worryabout Taylor being overwhelmed was completely misplaced. She loves my sisters, she loves my mom, she loves the noise.

“I love this,” she tells me for the tenth time after I drag her downstairs to the basement for a bit of a break from the chaos before we sit down to eat.

“It’s a bit overwhelming.”

“No, it’s amazing. Everyone is laughing and smiling. Do you know how rare that is?”

“Yeah,” I murmur. “I do. But thank you for reminding me, because I’d forgotten.”

I nuzzle her neck. I thought I wanted to one day find that one special person who would love/hate my family with me.

Taylor just loves them, and that’s even better.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

“I’m fine. I just wanted a minute alone with you.”

“Mmm.” She wiggles against me, then steps back. “Okay, but I promised to help with the salad, so I’m heading back upstairs.”

I reach out and grab her wrist. “Did you forget to ask something, princess?”

Her eyes go wide, bright, and then her smile cracks, even wider. Brighter. “Sorry. Uh, can I go to the kitchen and help?”

A heady pulse of power slithers through me. I tug her closer, wanting to breathe in her scent before I let her go. “Of course,” I murmur. “But later we’ll have to talk about how forgetful you are.”

“Okay,” she breathes. “I can’t wait.”

I release her wrist, and she turns, sliding her palm against my thick erection before disappearing.

Fuck.

Yes.

I let her have a head start, then I follow her back upstairs.

I find my mother in the living room, reading a book to two of my nephews. She smiles at me as I join them. Once the story is over, the boys scamper off and she moves over, closer to me.

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