Page 200 of Grand Love

Mase

Three days later

Something soft tickles my brow.

I frown, then open my eyes and am instantly captured in beautiful brown ones.

“Hey, Bossman,” she whispers softly.

Nina is lying on her good side, her body mirroring mine in the small bed. She has one hand curled under her head, while the other smooths over my forehead. I waste no time, leaning in and taking her lips in a deep kiss.

“Are you in pain?” I ask.

She gazes at me, looking content. “A bit.” She sighs. “I just want a little longer before I fall asleep again.”

I press the button that lies between us to give her more morphine.

“I have no idea what time it is.” I stretch over her to pick up my phone on the hospital tray. “Are you hungry?”

“I want to get married.” My brows pop in surprise and I drop back an inch to look at her. “The minute I’m allowed to leave and it’s safe for me to do it. I want you to be my husband.” Her eyes are wide and glossy, focused, as if she has been thinking about it for hours.

“There’s nothing I want more, Angel.” I kiss her, careful not to be too rough with her.

“You can plan it, else it will be small and crappy.” She smiles. “The girls will help you.”

I rest back on the pillow, bringing us nose to nose. “Why the rush?”

She shakes her head as if it’s obvious. “I’m not wasting another second, Mase. If this year has taught me anything, it’s that you have to live. I don’t want to look back with regrets because I waited for things to be right. What we have is far from perfect, but it’s completely perfect for me. Please.”

I take her face in my hands, gliding my thumbs over her cheekbones as I gaze into her eyes. “Baby, you don’t need to beg me for this.”

“No?” She frowns up at me, and I see a hint of a smile trace the corner of her mouth. “You don’t like it?” She gently palms my growing, insanely inappropriate erection through my sweats. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Nina.”

“What? Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“Not now.”

“When then?” She smiles, her dimple popping.

“Don’t give me that smile,” I snap, shaking my head no.

“When, Bossman?”

“When you’re home.”

She slips her hand inside, her warm palm wrapping around my now hard length. “It’s only been four days, but I’d give anything to taste you right now.”

Shit.

Block her out.

She works me up and down, her hand pumping me in a perfect rhythm.

I should stop her. She shouldn’t be doing this in her condition.

She continues to lazily pump me. One, two, three. “God, that’s good,” I huff out.

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