Page 79 of Say I Do

I slipped the silver rabbit ring on first on his right pointer finger. I moved around a few of the ones I liked before finishing his right hand. One skull in the middle and a tiger on his ring finger. They were fitting for Benito.

“Those look great,” the clerk said.

I peeked up at her. Thankfully for her, she smiled brightly, only staring at the rings on Benito’s hands and not him. She left us to ourselves mostly, and for that, I’d make sure to leave her a tip. I picked up the skull and went to put it on Benito’s ring finger.

“No, not that one,” Benito said. He grabbed the gold man-eating lion one I’d left in the box. “This one on my left ring finger.” He offered it to me to put on him.

I licked my lips, knowing the moment the words left me, I’d regret them. “Why?” I hadn’t chosen that one. Out of the gold rings, there was one with an eagle, a gold skull, and a turtle. It would match his love for turtles.

Benito blew out a breath, and it fanned against the back of my neck. My heart skipped a beat as the world before me blurred. I lowered my head, offering myself up to him. What the fuck was wrong with me? I never had an answer, and I didn’t want to find one either. This thing with Benito was foreign in ways I was wholly unprepared for.

His warm lips brushed against the nape of my neck. Electricity danced along wherever he touched. “Because I have a killer for a husband.”

I held his left hand as steady as possible while chaos raged through me. Every emotion known to man was waging war inside of me, scurrying my instincts. Did I fight or run? I did neither as I pushed the ring onto his finger. The gold looked good against his deeply tan flesh.

“There.” I sounded breathy to my own ears. My legs wobbled, and I found myself leaning heavily against the glass case holding other jewelry.

“What about the other two?”

Fuck, why did his hands look so good? I knew they’d look nice, but I hadn’t been prepared for the boner-inducing effect the rings on Benito’s hands would have on me. I slipped the other two on.

My breathing was heavy as I touched them lightly. My fingers tingled anywhere I touched him or the rings.

“What’s wrong, mostricio?”

Fuck,I’mhorny. I licked my lips and pushed against Benito slightly.

“You know I only like when you give me verbal responses.”

“???????” (You are the devil.)

“English.”

“Fuck you.”

“Would you two like to see more rings?” the clerk asked as she made her way back over to us.

“That won’t be necessary, but my fiancé had a few clothes he wanted to try on,” Benito said.

Her face lit up. “Yes, I placed your selections in room three.” She gestured to the fitting room toward the back.

Benito grabbed me, and I was reluctant to pull away.

“The rings, sir,” the clerk called out.

“Buying them,” I said.

Co-workers swarmed the clerk and high-fived her. She probably just made a huge sale. I’d only spotted one price tag. I hadn’t bothered to look at all of them. One ring ran around 1,500 dollars.

Benito shoved me into the room and followed. Luckily, there weren’t a whole lot of people in the store. It was enough to keep the clerks busy, but none of them happened to be in the back changing rooms yet. Benito jerked the curtain closed, encasing us in our little bubble of privacy.

His hand wrapped around my throat and pressed against the sides. My heartbeat erratically as heat flowed through my veins. His dark eyes were focused on my throat.

“What?”

“The rings look even better around your neck.”

I swallowed thickly and turned my head to see what he was talking about in the mirror. My cock jumped and pressed heavily against the sheer panties I wore.

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