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“Yes!” I breathe the word out.

Just as he comes, I collapse on him, and he chuckles and lies back down, still inside of me.

“I was always number one, wasn’t I?”

I laugh. “Not sure I should tell you that,” I reply.

He flips me quickly, and I yelp as he leaves my body but covers it straight away.

“Do you want to be spanked again?”

“No.” I smile. “Maybe.” Crue reaches for something, and I freeze when I see the familiar ring box. He lays it next to us. Both of us looking at it silently for a moment.

“Marry me,” he says.

My heart is pulsing, but I can’t deny this man anymore.

I can’t let anyone else have him.

It’s selfish.

It’s consuming.

And he’s mine.

I lean up and kiss him. “Only on my terms.”

He chuckles, and before I know it, he’s back inside of me, and I glance at the ring. It’s delicate with a pink sparkle. It’s not huge, which I’d hate, but it’s a commitment—one I’ve been running away from my entire life.

CHAPTER68

Crue

After our explosive reunion, I carried her to bed. Rya was tired and asleep before her head hit the pillow. But before I took my place beside her, I slipped the engagement ring on her finger. She starts to shift, but before she has the chance to escape the bed, I pull her back with my arm around her stomach. Then I rub my notably hard cock against her ass.

She chuckles. “Calm down. I’m just going to make us coffee.”

“You seem to make a habit out of running, princess.”

She twists in my arms and levels me with a stare. “And one thing I can depend on you for is your next-level stalker skills.”

“Oh, but Miss Ricci, I have so many other skills to offer.”

She smiles and presses a possessive claim to my lips, her hips rolling against my cock.

“We need to sort out our contract before I let you get away with any more of this.”

My eyes spring open. “Contract? You really know how to kill a mood, don’t you.”

“I am a lawyer, after all,” she teases as she pushes away. “At least I offer mercy by making you a coffee first.” That’s when she stills, her gaze falling to her hand. Then, those eyes I love so much raise to stare back at me.

“Why do I have the ring on?” she asks.

“Because it’s yours.”

“We haven’t agreed on anything.”

“I’ll agree to whatever you want. I wantyou,” I say simply,

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