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“We agreed to not get married again. You never said I couldn’t propose. I never did it the first time, but I wanted to give you a ring. Because the one you bought me in Greece? That meant the goddamn world to me, G. I want you to feel special, to have the rings I chose for my wife. So, here I am, asking you to marry me the way you deserve.”

She finally moves her hands away from her mouth, revealing the biggest smile I’ve ever seen on her face. “Ask me then, cowboy.”

Opening up the box, I hope I got this right. I spent hours looking for the perfect ring.

“Gianna Sterling. You are the love of my life, and I want to spend the rest of my days beside you. Please let me worship you, stand beside you no matter what, and love you until the bitter end. Will you marry me, sweetheart?”

She takes a step forward, running her fingers through my hair.

“Get up, you silly man. I’m not marrying you again. But I promise to be yours forever, and I don’t regret a single thing.”

I bite back a grin. “Say yes.”

She shakes her head. “Nope.”

I snap the box shut, and she pouts. “I’m staying right here, down on one knee until you say yes. Then, you’ll get the rings, and we can continue on with my plans to fuck you over the railings.”

She giggles, plucking the box from my fingers.

“They’re beautiful, Colt,” she breathes, pulling out the engagement ring first. A huge red diamond sits in the middle, one of the rarest diamonds in the world. The same as Gianna. There is only one woman who exists like her.

“Is this real? Are you serious?” She gasps.

“Unfortunately for my bank account, yes, it’s real.”

Next, she takes the wedding band out, and as soon as she reads the inscription inside, a tear slips down her cheek.

“Stop making me cry, cowboy. This is getting ridiculous,” she mutters, furiously wiping it away.

Her eyes meet mine, and my heart stops.

“Yes, Colten Sterling. I’ll marry you. Please never let me go.”

I don’t hesitate; I’m up on my feet, scooping her into my arms, my lips slamming over hers.

“I love you, G,” I mutter against her lips.

Setting her down on the table, I settle between her legs. She gives me her left hand, as if she read my mind, and I slide off her original wedding rings, placing them next to her. She then gives me the new rings she was holding onto so tightly her hands have gone red.

I slide the engagement ring on first, followed by the silver wedding ring.

“How long are we here for?” she asks, looking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Until I get you pregnant?”

I’m half joking, half serious. It’s all I can think about since she mentioned she wanted kids with me. She bursts out laughing.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Standing there staring at me isn’t going to do the job now, is it?”

A growl erupts from my chest, and I push her onto her back. The crew for the yacht isn’t coming for another hour, which means I’m free to fuck my wife right here without anyone seeing her. And I have something special planned as part of this re-do.

Pulling out a flip knife from my back pocket, I flick it out.

“I got a tattoo for you already; was that not enough? Do you want to engrave me too?” she sasses, opening her thighs for me.

I tut, hooking my finger under her panties. Her breath hitches as I run the flat edge of the blade across her thigh and then slice it through the fabric, yanking it away, revealing her pussy with a u-shaped toy nestled up to her clit while the other side goes into her cunt.

“Fuckin’ perfect, G,” I groan, snatching the keys that control the toy.