Page 30 of Daddy's Billionaire Broker

Her face burrowed against my shoulder as I held her still. Then I stroked my hand against her cheek. "My sweet girl. Tell me what you need. Shower, nap, food?"

She laughed lightly, then kissed me. "Lying down for a few minutes, quick shower, food, then…" Grace looked up at me hopefully. "What do you think of me staying over?"

I laid us down while keeping her in my arms. "I was hoping you would ask that."

"Good." She propped herself up on an elbow to flash me a dazzling smile. "I've heard horror stories about guys playing games and not being clear. I like that you're so open."

"There's no need to play games. We're already a done deal," I said. "We're together, you're moving in, the rest of the good relationship stuff will follow."

"Relationship stuff?" She raised an eyebrow. "You mean the whole marriage, children, blah blah blah?"

"Absolutely. I was also thinking about getting you a safer car, putting your name on my credit cards, creating a joint vacation planning document where we can share ideas. That kind of thing."

Grace laid back down, running her hand over my heart and squinting at me. "I'm not just going to be a billionaire's wife."

"I know. You can be whatever you want. As long as you're a billionaire's wife too. Deal?"

"Deal."

As Grace fell into a sleepy haze, I wasn't quite sure whether she realized she had just agreed to marry me. I didn't know what the minimum wait time should be from our first date to putting a ring on her finger, but it was going to be soon.

Since we already knew that we were right, there was no reason to put off the inevitable.

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