Page 134 of Devil's Claim

Jago huffed like he was shocked. “Oh, really? Tell us how that happened.”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” I said through clenched teeth, throwing her a death glare as she winked.

“I’d love to hear it,” Navarro threw out.

“Get out. Now,” I commanded.

The two men laughed together, but headed toward the door, Navarro stopping long enough to take Maverick’s hand.

When we were completely alone, I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with the sweet scent of her perfume.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“You mean marrying you? I think I can handle it.”

“Somehow, I think you can handle anything. That’s what scares me to death.”

She punched my chest. “Very funny.”

“I want to make you a promise.”

“Okay.” She rolled her arms around my neck. “What’s that?”

“That I will do my best to make you a happy woman.”

“Hmm…” The way Christine dragged her tongue across her bottom lip made my cock twitch. As always.

The little vixen.

“Then I might have a new list of demands.”

I opened my eyes wide before throwing out my leg and tossing her across my thigh. When I brought my hand down, she burst into laughter. “You are one bad girl. I can see you’ll need constant supervision and discipline.”

“Ouch. I will get you for this.”

Unable to stop, I smacked her bottom several more times. She wiggled and moaned, but I knew we were both enjoying the moment. How the woman had changed my life.

When I righted her, the sight of her flushed face brought a series of emotions into my mind and my heart. “I never want to lose you, Christine.”

She blew hair from her face and proceeded to fix my bowtie. “Then don’t.”

Slipping my finger under her chin, I lifted her head. “Why do I have a feeling you’ve been up to something?”

She gave me the rebellious look I’d come to know and… love. “Who, me?”

“Yes, you.”

Exhaling, she slipped her arms under mine, placing her hands on my shoulder blades. “Just trying to hold my own in a company of experts.”

“I think you’re doing just fine.” I lowered my head, brushing my lips across hers. The slight taste only fueled the fire. “Would you like your wedding present? It’s a little different than what you might expect.”

“What? No furs? No condominium in Cancun?”

“Maybe for our first anniversary. Today it’s something more practical, even though I know women hate practical gifts.”

“I’m not just any woman. Remember?” she purred.

“No,” I said as I brushed my hand through her hair. “You’re very special. You’re free, Christine.”

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