Page 120 of Be My Bride

Or I’ve never made the time.

The Jensen project is a convenience. A tidy excuse to keep from looking Asia in the eyes and lying about this huge secret that I’m keeping from her.

“I'm sure that’s a problem we can solve,” she says softly. “Love.”

Her eyes glint. Her lips curl up.

Somehow, that word makes the moment even sexier to me.

We’re both edging closer to that cliff’s edge.

Or maybe we’re both facing the bottom.

Either way, something massive has shifted.

We’re bracing ourselves for the plunge.

I can’t live without this woman.

My entire being exists to protect her.

To savor her.

To honor her.

And she knows it.

I see it in her eyes.

The power.

The assurance.

The confidence.

That’s from me.

Even if I’ve been a crappy husband lately, she’s still willing to place her bet on me. And that gives me such a rush I can’t contain myself.

Asia walks backward.

She keeps going until her body hits the staircase.

She jolts from hitting the hard wood.

But her eyes don’t flash pain.

They only carry desire.

“I’ve got something holding me up now,” she whispers, a wicked smirk on her lips and a come and get me glint in her gaze.

I don’t resist the call.

But I do make her wait for it.

My steps are measured.

Slow.

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