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I wanted to smile but balancing the cum and keeping eye contact with him was enough of a challenge.
“Let me see you swallow.”
Mason’s eyes grew to double size when I closed my mouth only to open it and stick out a clean tongue.
Sinking to his knees in front of me, Mason cupped my face with both his hands. “You are the sexiest woman in the world, do you know that?”
“You haven’t met every woman in the world,” I teased.
“Nor do I want to. All I ever want is you, Belle. You’re the perfect woman for me. Sweet and naughty all wrapped up in one.”
“Mason.”
“Mhmm?”
“You’re the perfect man for me too. I love everything about you.”
He grinned. “Give me a month and you’ll change your mind.”
“Not sexually.”
He kissed me. “No, never sexually, but you might not like how messy I can be or how argumentative I get.”
“We’ll figure it out.”
Mason stood back up and pulled me with him. “As long as you don’t mind me picking you up now and then when we’re alone. Ever since that time you twisted your ankle years ago, and I got to carry you for a bit, I’ve wanted to feel you in my arms again.”
“I love it when you carry me.”
“Then you won’t mind if I carry you back into bed and make sure you orgasm as well?”
My face split in a wide grin. “No, I wouldn’t mind one bit.”
CHAPTER 30
Daredevil
Mason
I felt ten feet tall when Belle and I walked downstairs hand in hand.
She glowed with love every time she looked at me, and not even the grumpy mood of my father or Khan could ruin my day.
“Belle agreed to marry me,” I announced when we walked into the dining room where my parents sat with Khan and Pearl.
“That’s wonderful,” Pearl exclaimed while the others lifted their brows like that was a weird thing to say.
“We already knew that. She’s pregnant with his child,” Khan pointed out.
I didn’t explain how Belle had previously rejected marrying me, I just informed them, “We were thinking that we do the ceremony now and then push the wedding celebration until this summer when Aubri and Indiana return.”
“Ifthey return,” my father muttered with a blameful side glance.
Quick footsteps were followed by Freya jogging into the room. “Did you see the message from Indiana that I just forwarded to all of you?” she said with eagerness.
My dad straightened up. “What message?”
“Victor sent me a message from Indiana. It’s wonderful. You have to see it right now.”
