“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,