Page 124 of King of Temptation

“Yeah?” A smile curved his lips. “I know it’s not as, ah, pink as your apartment but we can go pick out some paint samples this weekend if you want.”

“Really? You’re going to let me paint your den?”

“No. I’m going to let you paint your office.”

Dammit. If he kept this up, she really was going to fall head over heels, irrevocably in love with him. “What’s the catch?”

“Just this.”

She got her third shock of the morning when he set her down and dropped to one knee in front of her, pulling a red ring box from the pocket of his shorts. Love, so bright and happy she wondered how she didn’t burst into flames from the warmth of it exploded inside her as he flipped open the lid of the box and she stared down at her mother’s wedding set.

“Marry me, menace. Marry me, and I’ll let you paint every room in the house pink if you want.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god, yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

Without even waiting for him to put the ring on, she launched herself at him, knocking them both to the ground as their laughter echoed around her office.

Her office. In the home she shared with the man she loved beyond all reason.

Had she thought she was happy before? Because what she’d felt waking up that morning was nothing compared to the emotions coursing through her right now.

“Settle down, menace,” Brody growled in her ear, sending a delightful little shiver up her spine as he pinned her beneath him, one knee wedged between her bare thighs. She was wearing nothing but a shirt that said “let me sit on your face and glaze you like a donut” with a picture of an actual donut dripping with a sugary glaze above the words, a fact she was suddenly very aware of as her Daddy’s denim-clad thigh pressed against her clit. “Let me get this damn ring on you, and then we can celebrate.”

“Celebrate how?”

The smile he’d been wearing all morning spread to a wicked grin as he looked pointedly down at her shirt. “Oh, I have some ideas.”

Another laugh burst out of her. God, she was fucking wild about him. “Well, get it on me already!”

“Impatient little brat. I swear I’m going to spend the rest of our lives teaching you manners,” he muttered as he slid the ring onto her left hand. Her mother’s ring, and tears blurred her eyes as she lifted her arm to stare up at the glittering ruby. She knew how much it must have cost her father to give it up, especially to a man like Brody, and that made it even more special.

But letting her father know how much she cherished his blessing could wait. This moment was about the two of them, and the love they shared. Sliding her hand into his hair, she tugged until he lowered his head, claiming her lips in a soul-shattering kiss.

They sealed their engagement right there on the floor of her brand-new office, where she did, indeed, get an opportunity to glaze him like a donut as she rode herself to oblivion on his tongue before he flipped her onto her back and forced her up and over the cliff again, and again, and again.

Finally, after forcing her to come more times than she could count, he filled her. Whispering praise in her ear with every stroke of his cock inside her too-sensitive pussy.

Until, at last, they were both satiated and they lay sprawled out on the floor together, with her curled up in his arms and the ruby on her finger glinting in the sunlight as her hand lay resting on his bare chest.

“Once this business with Williams and the Russians is taken care of, we’re going on a proper honeymoon. A full month away from this place. On some tropical island or something.”

“Ireland.” Wriggling so she was laying more fully atop him, she brushed a lock of fiery hair from his eye and grinned. “I want to meet your grandmother and let her show me all the local places most tourists don’t get to see.”

Wariness crept into his pale eyes, delighting her even more. “Wouldn’t you rather go to the Maldives? Or if you’re set on Europe, we could do a wine tour of Italy.”

“Nope. Ireland. I’ve got my heart set on it now.”

She saw the moment she won the argument, felt it in the rise and fall of his chest beneath her as he sighed. “All right. But don’t think having my Nana around will save you from getting your ass whipped if you get into any mischief.”

Laughing, she ducked her head to brush her lips over his.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. Daddy.”

Epilogue

Murphy

He couldn’t remember a time he’d been this fucking exhausted.