Page 122 of Take A Chance

“I want to negotiate,” she said, sliding her tongue across his lower lip.

He groaned. “I knew I’d regret teaching you how to do it. What do you want?”

“You. Forever.”

He stilled, staring up at her with a tender look on his face. “You already have me.”

“I know but, like, in a legal sense.”

He reared back slightly. “Are you asking me to marry you right now?”

“Yes.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. It’s a lot, especially after I rejected your proposal.”

He shot her a sarcastic smile. “Thanks for the reminder.”

“I’m being serious though. Marry me?”

His eyes sparkled with amusement. “If I say yes, I have some conditions.”

She rolled her eyes. “I should’ve known you would try and negotiate.”

He brushed her hair back from her face and cupped her jaw. “Never try and negotiate with a negotiator, beautiful.”

“This is super romantic by the way,” she sighed, nipping his bare chest.

He held up his hands. “Hey, it’s your proposal.”

She walked her fingers across his pec, tugging at the ring through his nipple. “What are your conditions?”

His mouth parted and she heard his breath tangle in his throat when she tugged again, before he found his words. “You, me, going around the country, opening shelters and rescuing animals, for the rest of our lives.”

She pretended to think about it. “I think I can live with that.”

He rolled his eyes. “Then, yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, woman!”

Rebelle whooped and he laughed, rolling them over and pinning her beneath him. He teased her lips, trailed his tongue down her neck, kissing across her bare collarbone.

“Wait, I need to tell Diane!” Rebelle shouted, shoving Will off her and searching for her phone.

“Now?” he huffed in frustration.

She turned towards him. “Yes now. You know how close we are.”

He frowned at her and she reached forward, smoothing the crease away. “Frowning doesn’t suit you, William.”

A noise rumbled from his throat at her use of his full name. She found her phone and decided to take pity on Will and instead of calling Diane, she shot her a message. She turned back to Will to find him kneeling on the bed. Her gaze roved over him, snagging on theBellehe’d had tattooed on his chest, nestled amongst the roses, right over his heart. A shiver moved through her at the thought of having this man forever.

“Look at you on your knees for me, like such a good boy,” she purred.

She saw the change in him. His hands gripped the sheets next to him and his lip curled slightly as arousal settled over his face. Heat simmered in his eyes and one hand released the sheets to grip himself through his boxers.

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