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My body started to writhe. “Okay,” I whined.
“Do you believe the only reason I want to marry you is because of the baby?”
“Tackle—”
He pinched my nipple, and I almost came off the bed. “Answer, peanut. The truth please.”
I rested my head against the pillow. I knew why he was doing this. He wanted answers, and I wanted his hands, lips, tongue, and cock. He would win this game, and he knew it.
“Yes.”
“Another honest answer, do you know how hard that makes me?”
I felt his fingers between my legs, spreading my folds; I opened for him.
“I want you to know that I spoke with Dr. Phillips. Everything I’m going to do to your body today is perfectly safe. It will not harm you or the baby.”
When he pinched my clit, I cried out. When I felt his tongue soothe the hardened nub, I orgasmed. He didn’t stop, though. Instead, he brought me right back to the brink.
“Next question. Do you believe me when I tell you I love you?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Good girl.”
He moved, and the next thing I felt were his hands and lips on my breasts. I wove my fingers in his hair.
“Keep still, Sloane,” he said when I tried to angle the lower half of my body closer to him. “Next question. Do you love me?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“Oh, God, Tackle,” I moaned when I felt his fingers back between my legs.
“That isn’t an answer.”
“I love you so much.”
“Enough to know that you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Tackle…”
He moved away so no part of his body was touching mine. “Answer me, Sloane.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, I love you enough to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“You’ve been very honest. That means the world to me.” His tongue was back on my clit in an instant, bringing me to yet another orgasm.
As my breathing slowed, I waited for his next question. Instead, I felt the shift of the bed when he stood. “Tackle?”
“I’m right here.” I heard the rustling of clothes and then his hands removed the silk covering my eyes. “With this, you have a choice,” he said, kneeling at the side of the bed.
He took my left hand in his and slid a ring on my finger. “Sloane, will you marry me?”
