He chuckled almost as if in disbelief. “Baby, can you imagine what this means for us? Because this”—he picked up his phone from the counter, showing me the text from his agent before he set the phone back down—“doesn’t even include endorsements from sponsors like Nike or whoever I decide to sign with.”
I felt dizzy, heady, happy…and suddenly horny.
Evidently feeling the same, Lucas lifted me up and propped me on top of the counter.
He surveyed me with a smolder in his eyes that hit me right between the legs.
Bracketing my waist, he nudged my nose with his. “Marry me.”
A smile tilted my lips. “Give me one reason why.”
He pulled me close, settling between my thighs. “Baby, I can give you over thirty-million reasons why.”
Arms draped around his neck, I bit down gently on his lower lip, something I’d learned drove him insane. “Money can’t buy love, Mr. Stone.”
With a moan, he unbuttoned his jeans, his cock visibly stiff through his designer boxer briefs.
“Oh, yeah? Tell me what can then?” His hands reached underneath my dress and found my thong, pulling the wet fabric to the side, finger massaging my throbbing clit.
“Orgasms,” I breathed out, biting on my lower lip, watching as he worked out of his clothes, stroking his ready-for-me length. “Millions of orgasms.”
He drove straight inside of me, my wet heat hugging his thick cock with greedy need.
His lips fanned against mine as he circled inside me, all the feels of that skilled pussy-pleasing maneuver already causing sensation to build. “Well, my sweet, sexy baby. I think I’ve just about got you covered.”
Only my sassymouth could ruin the makings of a sweet marriage proposal.
But after a night of love-fucking, Lucas brought it up again when he surprised me with breakfast he prepared while I was in the shower.
The smell of bacon drew me into the kitchen, the yummy scent wafting into the hallway.
“Have a seat, sleeping hottie.” He was naked, save for a custom apron I got him for our Christmas gag gift exchange that saidMVP: Most Valuable Pussylickerthat he wore every time he prepared a meal.
Parking my T-shirt-only-wearing self onto one of the four chairs around the table, I watched my man prepare our plates, mouth watering over the sight of his perfectly tight, perfectly exposed ass.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea for you to be naked around me,” I teased.
He spun around, two plates in one hand, coffees in the other, showing off his balancing act as he padded over to the table. “It’s always a good idea for me to be naked around you.” He waggled his brows.
Lowering the items onto the table, he eased onto the chair beside me, leaning in for a kiss. “Good morning, baby. Thought you might be a little hungry after we skipped dinner last night.”
I was hungry, starving in fact, and wasted no time digging into the plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and sliced strawberries—the Lucas Stone breakfast specialty.
We chatted more about his contract, salary, and signing bonus, the totality of it all still not quite sinking in.
Taking a bite of bacon, my eyes caught the glimmer of something silver under the cloud of scrambled eggs. With my fork, I moved the eggs around on the plate, my heart freezing when I realized the silver, glittery thing was a ring.
A ring!
With a gasp, my hands went over my mouth, heart galloping around my chest chanting,Oh, my God. Oh my God. Oh, my God.
Lucas removed the ring from the plate, holding the eye-catching gem between his index finger and thumb as he got down on one knee, scooting my chair around so I could face him.
“Baby…” He peered up at me, intoxicated gaze swimming with mine. “No one else will ever hold my heart, love me, the way you do, and I promise no one will hold your heart, adore, appreciate, and protect you the way I do.” He paused for a moment and breathed. “Seems from day one we’ve been a love story in the making, and this ring will guide us toward our happily-forever-after.” He took hold of my left hand, kissing it tenderly. “Let’s hold our hearts in each other’s hands for life. Marry me, baby.”
My hand quivered in his—actually, my whole body shook—and it was useless to try and stop the stream of tears racing down my face.
That proposal melted me, claiming my heart, body, and soul from the first few words.
