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Snorting a laugh, I push away from her, letting her feet hit the floor once more. “My holy cock? You make it sound like an object of worship.”
“It kind of is. I mean, I pretty much worship it.”
The plane jerks, knocking both of us to the side, and I catch her in my arms, before she tumbles to the floor.
“Jesus, the turbulence is horrible.” A hint of fear carries on her voice as she sets her hand against the wall, steadying her balance.
“Even luxury jets aren’t immune from the laws of physics.”
Smiling, she bends forward and pulls up her panties while I refasten my belt. “Next time, we’ll use the belt.”
“Next time?”
“Oh, yes. This is a ten-hour flight, baby, and I need distraction from the impending landing.”
I brush the hair out of her eyes and tuck it behind her ear. “Are you nervous?”
“To land? Or to visit the city I’ve been dying to see since I was a little girl? Or the mansion that apparently belongs to me?”
“All of the above.”
“Yeah, I’m crawling out of my skin a little here.”
I pull her into me and plant a kiss on her forehead. “It’s going to be a different life for you, Ivy. One I hope makes you happy. You’ll never want for anything again.”
Her head shakes against my chest, and she pulls back just enough to look me in the eyes. “I’ll always want for something, Damon.” Pushing up on tiptoes, she grips the back of my neck and tugs me to a kiss. “I’ll always want you.”
“You have me.”
“I do, but I want to spin you up in my little spider web and keep you forever.”
I frown down at her, trying to push the visual of her face on a big spider out of my mind. “That’s incredibly disturbing.”
Chuckling, she rests her cheek against my chest. “Seriously, though. You’ve always felt a little … off limits. Even after the whole priest gig. I still don’t feel like you’re entirely mine. Like there isn’t enough money in the world.”
“Ivy … I’m guessing there will be men, wealthy men, who’ll want to combine fortunes, expand their empires. You’ll be one of the most sought after women in all of Europe.”
“I don’t care about combining fortunes, or other wealthy men. I want you. I’d give up the money for you.”
I run my thumb along her jaw, contemplating the thought of the two of us, turning back to months before, when she was working some shitty waitress job, while I spent all day scouring Help Wanted ads. “What could I possibly give you that you don’t already have?”
The shine in her eyes magnifies their bright spring green. “Love. A family, maybe? And no one quotes dirty Bible verses better than you.”
We both chuckle at that, and I grip a handful of hair, tipping her head back for another kiss. “Shit. I’m going to have to start saving up for a ring.” I’m not entirely destitute, I just haven’t had the ambition to sort through my father’s crooked affairs to know where he’s hidden his accounts. And I’m not certain I want to be the heir to his blood money, if I do.
“Doesn’t have to be fancy. Any ring will do.”
I glance around the bathroom, and my eyes zero in on the white satin satchels that hold fancy soaps, tied with white ribbons. Reaching to the side, I untie the ribbon, and smile, dropping down to one knee.
“Ivy Mercier, over the last couple months, I’ve come to realize that sometimes life gives us a second chance. What begins in tragedy can somehow blossom into something beautiful. When I met you, I had already rejected the possibility of new love. But you … you wouldn’t relent so easily.” I smile at the memory of her persistence, the flirtations that effectively wore me down over a matter of weeks. “You blackmailed me. Roped me into your dysfunctional little world.”
With a light punch to my arm, she chuckles.
“You chased me damn near to Mexico. And blew up a drug lord’s tunnel to find me.” With a sigh, I rub my thumb over her soft skin. “Eventually, I couldn’t help but fall madly, deeply, insanely in love with you. So, with that said, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Tears fall down her cheeks, and she wipes them away as she nods. “Yes. I would.”
At that, I wrap the ribbon around her finger twice and awkwardly tie it in a small bow. With her hand in mine, I push to my feet, and she wraps her arms around me.
