Page 208 of Pucking Strong

Feeling drunk on anticipation, I drop my hands. “Why?”

“I need to show you something.”

I lean away, eyes wide. “What do you need to show me?”

He takes me by the hand. “Come with me.”

We pass through the living room. Gone are the boring white walls and furniture pointed at a lonely TV. Now, the space actually looks lived in—cozy blankets draped on the couches, art on the walls, framed pictures of us on the bookshelves. Karro’s art box lies open on the coffee table, a mess of colored pencils left scattered atop her latest half-doodled masterpiece.

The results of our morning baking session sit on the counter in the kitchen. Karro and I made Swedish thumbprint cookies, dolloped with raspberry jam. The baking process was a sticky mess, but great PT to improve her fine and gross motor skills. And the results are passable. I may be a shit cook, but there’s definitely potential for my baking.

“Babe, what—”

“Just come,” he says, leading me down the back hall and into our bedroom.

I look around with narrowed eyes. Nothing looks out of place. The bed is made for once, and Henrik installed this floating shelf thingy that helps me organize my bedside table. The books I don’t read are stacked on the shelf, while a charging station lets me plug in all my various electronics and hide them in the top drawer.

I frown. “Nothing’s different.”

He walks backwards, pulling me into the bathroom. “I had it in mind to propose to you in here. But when the moment came, I found I simply couldn’t wait. Besides, I think it mattered to your sisters that they got to be involved this time.”

“It did,” I say, placing my hands on his chest. “It mattered so much. Thank you.” I brush a kiss to his lips, feeling light and bubbly, like I swallowed a case of cola.

He smiles.

“What did you want to show me?”

Taking me by the shoulders, he turns me around.

I gasp as I take in the new vanity. It’s a near match to the old one, but where there was once only one sink, now there are two. And next to the right side of the vanity, two new floating shelves hold all my hair- and skincare products. “Oh my god.” I spin around, hands on his shoulders. “Babe, you got me a love sink!”

His smile widens. “I did.”

“How? When did you do this?”

“Tonight, while we were all at the game. Tess let the delivery men in, and Ilmari installed the shelves.”

I beam at him. “You’re so sneaky. But I’ll admit that I knew something was up when your phone was pinging yesterday. Your phone never pings unless it’s from me. Between that and your silence over the media stuff, I was getting worried.”

He shrugs, brushing his hands down his arms. “I wanted it all to be a surprise.”

I turn in his arms, smiling at our reflection in the mirror. “I love it. And I love you.” I wait, holding his gaze.

Pulling me in close, he kisses the crook of my neck. His armsunfold from around my middle, his hands coasting up the hard planes of my chest. “Jag älskar dig,” he breathes in my ear. “Mitt livs kärlek … mitt allt.”

“Min man,” I tease, pressing into him.

He pulls aside the collar of my WAG jacket, sucking on the point where my shoulder meets my neck.

I fight a shiver, arching against him. “Why did you want me to leave the jacket on?”

He hums, still kissing me as he walks me forward. We don’t stop until I hit the vanity, my hands bracing against my new sink. Our gazes catch in the mirror. His intensity makes my stomach flip. Reaching around, he strokes his hand down the column of my neck. “I’m going to fuck you against this sink while you’re wearing nothing but my number on your back.”

Watching him say the words hits even harder as I hear them whispered in my ear. “Henrik—”

Jerking me back against his chest, his other hand wraps around to slip inside the top of my pants. He cups my hard dick, nipping at my ear as he adds, “And you’re going to watch every second of it in this mirror. You’ll watch me fuck you and know you’re claimed. My man wears my number and my cum. Only you, Teddy.”

I whimper, dick twitching as he starts to stroke me. “Only me.”

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