Page 91 of Café Diablo

I shake my head at him. He didn’t just say that!

“Oliva Reese, would you make me the happiest glitter-hating man in the world by being my wife?”

I glare at him—mouth open, wide-eyed. The damn diamond he’s holding is sparkling and gorgeous and brighter than the half-a-pound of glitter I just dumped on my girly bits.

“I can’t believe you are proposing!” I snarl out. “How the hell am I supposed to tell people this story? Huh?” I put on my mock-narrator voice and play the scenario out. “Oh my! Tell me, how did Edwin propose? Oh, it’s such a funny story, let me tell you all about it. It wassooooooromantic! I showered my pussy in edible glitter and then he got down on one knee and one-upped me with a fucking diamond!”

“That isn’t a yes,” he says, grinning.

“You’re serious?”

“I’m holding a ring, aren’t I?”

I stare at him, speechless. My lungs feel like they’re collapsing and ballooning at the same time. I’m so head-over-heels in love with this man, but holy shit, I didn’t expect this!

“Hmmm,” he says playfully. “I notice your hesitation. Do I need to eat the edible glitter off your pussy first? Pass your glitter test? Afterwards, then you might be properly equipped to make an informed decision. Is that it?”

Edwin snaps the ring box shut, hiding that beautiful diamond and moving to put it away in his pocket.

“Oh, hell no!” I squeal, lurching forward. “Don’t you dare put that thing away. Give me it! Right now!”

“Oh, no no no,” Edwin taunts, hiding the box behind his back. “A mess is a mess. And if I have to prove how much I want to marry you by pleasuring you first and then proposing again with glitter and the taste of your orgasm on my face, then I will. Hold on and I’ll—”

“Don’t you—”

Only, Edwin’s bigger than me and he pushes me back on the table and puts his face right between my legs. Suddenly, his mouth covers my pussy—hot and forcefully—with his tongue pushing into me.

“Ned! You little! Okay—oh wow!”

His assault shoots tingles of heat through my core. My hands clutch his hair as he wickedly goes to town, lashing and sucking and devouring.Thisis what I expected with the glitter stunt: Edwin tearing up Glitter Town. But as delicious as it is, I’m still thinking about that little box behind his back.

“Okay, you made your point!” I cry out, but that doesn’t stop him. “Ned, stop—! Ned, oh-fuck that’s amazing!”

He pulls away, releasing my clit and looking up at me wickedly. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

Glitter is all over his mouth and chin.

“Was that a red light? A green light?” he taunts. “Was it—taste your pussy? Or cover myself in glitter? Or give you my fucking cock? What was it you wanted?”

I state down at him, furious. “The ring!” I growl. “Give me the fucking ring!”

He smiles up at me, cocky as hell. “You knowyou’rekind of hot when you’re mad,” he says flippantly. “And angry glitter sex may be my new favorite thing.”

I push him backwards with my knee. “Ring!” I demand, holding out my hand for him to give it to me. “Or the answer is definitely ‘no.’”

He reaches back and pulls it out of his pocket, opening it up again. It’s bloody gorgeous. It’s a vintage pear-shaped diamond set with several smaller diamonds on either side. It reminds me of exotic nineteen twenties style with glamourous flappers and art deco.

My heart squeezes and I look up at him—glitter covered and beautiful. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and then some, and he’s asking me for forever.

To behisforever.

Suddenly, I’m completely overcome with emotion, the reality of this sinking in.

Holy shit. Thisishappening.

I nod my head up and down like an idiot, and jet my left hand out for him to take. “Yes,” I whisper, my eyes pricking. His smile—that damn glitter-covered smile—gets so wide, I don’t think I can contain the happiness behind it. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Edwin Voss.”

“Ned,” he teases. “Don’t you think you should call me Ned? Less formal. After all, I’m proposing to you with your—”

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