“Callie Shaw, no woman has ever passed my cock tests. You’re the first. And the last—”
Oh God. What was he saying?
“—Will you do the honour of marrying me and my cock?”
I blinked.
Then blinked again, because the sparkle from the diamond nearly took my eye out. The ring was nestled in black velvet like it was innocent. It wasn’t. It was huge. The size of a small moon.
How did he expect me to carry that around every day?
Then again… how did he carry that dick around?
No wonder he worked from home. He could probably frame it as a disability.
“Callie?” he asked, voice suddenly uncertain.
I looked back at him—and my heart cracked open.
He looked freaked out. Like I was about to say no.
The father of my child. The monster-dicked freak of nature.
The fucking love of my life.
My lips began to tremble, and I sniffed a few times, but it didn’t help. My vision blurred. Tears rolled.
“Oh, shit. Callie? Are you hurt? Baby?”
He started muttering something about dicking me too hard, and I snort-laughed through the tears.
“Yes!” I cried. “I’ll marry you!”
“Oh, thank fuck. Kidnapping you and smuggling you out of the country would have been problematic,” he said, twisting my face to kiss me.
My mouth opened for him automatically—his tongue claiming mine before my brain caught up.
Did he just say—
Kidnapping me?
He pulled back, only slightly, his breath brushing my lips.
“What?” he asked innocently. “You think I wasn’t planning contingencies? Baby, I had aliases picked out for us and a flight to Buenos Aires on standby.”
My jaw dropped.
“You’re insane.”
He grinned, utterly unbothered.
“I’m in love.”
The fact that I didn’t know whether he was joking should have been a red flag. But I was tired of always being good. Tired of never taking risks. Tired of studying for a career that I never wanted.
He loved me, and that's all that mattered to me right now.
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