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“Yes.” I nodded. “My mind cleared when you were at work, and I made my decision. This is all yours.” I swept my hand up and down my body.
He grinned so massively that it actually made my heartbeat pick up.
He had me in his arms a moment later and was carrying me up the stairs, his lips on my tit.
“I’m calling in sick for the rest of the day,” he told me, as I buried my fingers into his hair.
“Do it.”
“Give me a minute.” His phone was in his hand, and he was growling into it a minute later.
“A week,” I told him, fighting a grin. “Take a week off.”
His eyes may as well have burned into my damned body as he told them he was going to be sick for the next week at least.
As soon as the call ended, his phone hit the ground, and he was positioned over me.
His lips captured mine, and my body arched up into his. His fingers worked my breasts and core, making sure I was dripping and desperate before he finally lined his erection up with my opening.
I rolled myself on top of him and slowly sank onto his core. We were both panting, and sweating, and swearing as he slid inside me, stretching me in so damn many good ways that it about made me see stars.
“Fuck, Mads,” he groaned, his teeth and lips still working desperately on my nipple.
“We are,” I moaned back, moving my hips just a little.
The pleasure was growing rapidly, my body desperate to lose it.
“I’m not going to last,” he growled at me, holding my hips still to stop me from moving anymore.
“I’m not either.”
His snarl as I rocked my hips again was enough to tell me that he’d lost control—and then we shattered together.
I cried out while he bit my breast, flooding my body with the warm heat of his pleasure.
The bliss of the moment had me collapsing in his arms, my chest heaving as I caught my breath. His was too, but he held me so tightly that we both struggled to breathe.
“That was so fucking incredible,” Rocco growled. “I love you, Mads.”
“I love you too,” I whispered, my eyes stinging a bit. I wasn’t sure why they were stinging, but the moment was really damned perfect. “We’re getting married, Rocco.”
There was a moment’s pause, and then he wrenched my hand up off his chest, and stared at the ring on my finger. “I was supposed to put this on you,” he grumbled at me, kissing the ring and then the back of my palm.
“You can ask. But… I planned a wedding. Sort of. I want you to marry me tonight. I want us to be official in every way—committed, completely. Then I won’t worry that you’ll change your mind, or that I’ll want to be platonic again, or—”
He had me on my back in a heartbeat, his gaze somewhere between shocked and proud. “Even if it was possible for me to change my mind, I wouldn’t. You’re it for me, Mads. Everything for me. To me. Fuck grammar—fuck everything. Be my wife.”
I nodded.
“Say the damned words,” he growled.
“I’ll marry you,” I agreed, fighting a smile.
He shot me a blinding grin before taking my lips in a brutal kiss. “Good,” he growled against my lips. “Now open your legs. I want to fuck you again before we have to go out in public.”
I laughed. “Was that an order?” I teased him.
“A firm request.” He nuzzled my neck, nibbling on the skin.
“I firmly request that we have sex at least two more times before we go out in public, then,” I shot back.
“Request granted.” He grabbed my thigh, moving it enough to give him the space he needed to sink inside me. Our lips melded together as our bodies became one, and everything in the damned world was perfect.
