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I twist my head to look at him, release my lip, and ask, “Will you have sex with me if I agree to marry you?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’ll fuck you clear into tomorrow after the ceremony, though. I can make that happen as soon as you want.”
I’m trembling as I stare at him. I want to consent. I’m crazy. I should laugh him off. “Is love involved in this?” I ask. I know it is, but I need to hear him say it.
He wraps his arms around me from behind and sets his chin on my shoulder. “I love you so much. Please tell me you feel the same.”
I inhale deeply. “I do.”
“You do what, Arianna?” he prods.
“I love you, too.”
“See? We should get married.”
I find myself nodding. “Okay.”
He jerks his body upright, eyes wide. “Yes? You’ll marry me.”
I grin. “Yes.”
He lifts me off my feet, spins me around, and sets me on the counter. His hands come to rest on either side of my hips, and he meets my gaze. “You will?”
I giggle. “I said I would.”
He pushes my legs apart and nestles between them. His hands come to my face, and he kisses me as if we both might die if we don’t devour each other.
It might be madness, but it feels right. Being with him. Living with him. Sleeping with him. Even having a baby with him. I know deep in my soul it’s the right thing to do. I’m magnetically drawn to him, his family, and this estate. I couldn’t say no if I wanted to.
He shifts his attention to my neck, and I arch my head back and to the side to give him access. I love it when he kisses my neck. It sends shudders down my body.
When he lowers his mouth to my breasts again, he chuckles, leans back, and strokes my skin with a finger. “I gave you hickeys.”
I groan. “I’m aware.”
He grins at me, hands on my hips. “You’re going to marry me.”
I shrug as if it’s no big deal. “I guess. I mean, it seems like I have some time off from work until we can get the pipes repaired. I might as well get married or something while I’m waiting.”
He chuckles.
“I’m going to take it back, though, if you don’t get this thing out of my ass.” I point at his clothes. “And how about you take your shirt and pants off so I’m not the only one naked.”
“Nice try, baby.” He does pull his shirt off, though, and then his jeans. As usual, his briefs remain. Darn it.
After lifting me off the counter to set me on the floor, he turns me around and guides me to lean back over the counter again, finally removing the evil plug.
I blow out a breath as soon as it’s out of me.
“Don’t get too comfortable, baby. I’m putting it back in tomorrow. You liked it. You’ve been squirming all evening.”
“That doesn’t mean I liked it. It means I was aware of it,” I say as I stand and turn to face him while he washes the plug in the sink. It’s not nearly as large as it felt when embedded in me.
When he’s done, he holds it up and taps my lips with it. “Open.”
I frown.
He lifts his brows. “When will you learn to obey me without hesitation?”
