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“Me too,” Angelina said.
“Good luck.” Julian led Kayla to the elevator, pushing the penthouse button. “Stay out of trouble.”
He didn’t turn and look at her as they stepped onto the elevator. His focus was on the only woman he’d ever desire.
“I’m the one who realizes what I have.” He pulled her to him, facing her as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “We’re stronger together.”
“I’m glad you know it.” She grinned. “Because together is the only way I ever want to be.”
* * *
Julian hungup the phone just as Kayla entered his study. “Working on a Saturday?” she asked as she stood in the doorway. “I can come back.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere.” He motioned for her to come into the room. “Ever.”
“Well, that’s good, because I don’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Funny you should say that.” He pushed his chair back so she could sit in his lap. “I just got off the phone with my realtor. He was able to rent your loft. The new tenant will be in next week.”
“That’s great.” She settled into his lap and kissed his cheek. “My dad will be happy.”
“I’ll call him later and let him know.”
“You’re officially stuck with me.” She draped her arms around his neck. “What are you going to do with me now?”
“I have a list.” He smirked. “A long, kinky list.”
“Now that I’m your roommate, as my dad likes to put it, you can get started on that list anytime you want. I won’t object, counselor.”
When she leaned in for a kiss, he ran his fingers through her hair, stopping her before their lips could touch.
“I’ve been thinking about your dad.”
“Really?” She crinkled her nose. “Because I’d rather think about that long, kinky list. I want to hear all about it.”
“We’ll get to that.” He brushed his lips along hers. “But first we need to discuss something else.”
“What’s that?”
“Do you want to marry me?”
Whoa, where the hell did that come from?“Do you want to marry me?” she asked because she wasn’t sure what he wanted her response to be.
“I asked first.” He slipped his fingers out of her hair and waited for her answer.
“Why are you asking?” This didn’t exactly sound like a proposal, so she wanted to get inside that complicated head of his before she said anything she’d regret later.
“How is it that you can skillfully pick when you’ll be submissive and when you won’t?”
“When discussing marriage do you really want me to be submissive?”
“Fair point.” He leaned back in the chair. “I want you to be honest. I need to know your thoughts.”
“Can I safe word?”
“I thought you weren’t going to be submissive?”
“Fair point.”
