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“Oh, baby, don’t cry.”
Tamilya sniffed and tried to control the tears, but she couldn’t. She was so damned happy, and they just kept spilling over onto her cheeks.
“Say yes. Be mine.”
She drew in a long breath, then looked into his eyes. “Only on two conditions,” she said.
Suddenly, he looked apprehensive. “What?”
“First, you tell me exactly how you feel about me being in charge of our terrorism team.” She had been bestowed the dubious honor the week before. It wasn’t really a promotion in terms of money, but everyone would answer to her now when they had any terrorist threats.
“I have absolutely no problem.”
The certainty in his voice warmed her heart. “Yeah?”
He nodded. “Del had told me he was thinking about moving you into the position, and I wholeheartedly agreed to it.”
“You’ll have to take orders from me.”
“Tsk, I already take orders from you. But I have no problem following you at work. You’re so fucking amazing at your job. I’m proud to work with you.”
“Oh, damn,” she said as a round of fresh tears filled her eyes again. He set the ring on the bed between them and brushed away her tears.
“What was the second condition?”
She drew in her breath and released it slowly. “The only way I can be yours is if you will be mine also. Completely, on equal terms.”
His face relaxed, the tension leaving his shoulders. “I can say yes, but the truth, we will never be on equal terms, Tammy. You’re lightyears ahead of me and better than I deserve. But I want my ring on your finger and you in my bed, so I will agree to anything.”
Joy filled her heart to bursting, and she felt her lips curl into a smile, then a grin. “Yes.”
“Yes?” he asked, and she nodded.
He let out a whoop and took the ring out of the box, slipping it onto her finger.
“It fits.”
“Of course it does,” he said. “I had to get help from your mom to make sure.”
A memory from a month ago hit her. Her mother had compared their fingers saying that they had the same sized hands. It was odd, but she’d been on her way to a meeting after they’d shared lunch and Tamilya had forgotten about it.
“So my parents know? You asked them?”
He frowned. “I did not ask, but I told them. You don’t need your parents to speak for you. You’re your own woman.”
“Oh, Marcus,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. His love overwhelmed her at times, and she wasn’t sure she would ever get used to it. He accepted her for who she was.
“So, soon-to-be Mrs. Lowe-Floyd—I’m assuming you will at least hyphen our name—how about I show just how happy you made me?”
She leaned closer to accept a kiss, but he had other ideas. He shook his head and started slipping down her body, dragging the hem of her dress up and spreading her legs as he settled between them. He stilled and looked up at her.
“You were walking around at the wedding and reception with no panties on?” he asked, the sound of his voice rasping over her nerve endings. There was no doubt that it turned him on. Arousal shimmered in his voice. The sound of it fueled her own. “Thank God I didn’t know about that, or we wouldn’t have made it through the wedding.”
She felt her face heat. She wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality, but she had been so turned on sitting at the wedding without anything on under her dress. Seeing his reaction now added another layer of arousal to her already out of control libido.
“Such a wicked woman, and I am thankful for it. Now, let me show you how thankful.”
His hot breath feathered against her sex right before she felt his mouth. His tongue slipped between her folds. She raised her knees, setting her feet on the mattress so she could press up. At the same time, Marcus slipped his hands beneath her rear end. Again and again, he pushed her near that edge, before yanking her back. She growled the last time he did it and he chuckled. The warm sound filled her soul, but it didn’t help with her frustration.
