Page 81 of Deal with the Devil


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“It’s a sensuous routine for a reason.” I grind into his lap. “You’re hard. You must have found it sexy.”

“Watching you with another man? No way. I’m hard because you’re on my lap.” He reaches into his jacket and removes a blue velvet box. “And before I do something about this hard-on…here.”

“What is that?” My heart leaps at the sight of the logo: Crest Diamonds.

“It’s for you.” Lachlan nuzzles my neck, pressing our waists together.

“When did you buy this?”

“After I left here this morning.”

I pop the box open and gasp at the stunning,massiveengagement ring. I understand him wanting me to wear a wedding ring, but a gorgeous diamond ring? Men give women rings like this when they’re in love.

“Lachlan.” I go breathless. “I can’t take this. I don’t need it.”

“Yes, you do. You deserve it.” He kisses my neck, rocking his hips into mine. “I want you, little wife.”

“We’re in someone’s office.”

“People here know who you are. And now they know whoIam and who you belong to. No one will bother us. I should have gotten you a ring sooner.”

“What about you?” I touch his hand and gasp, seeing my name carved and encircling his red, swollen ring finger.

“I don’t know what to say. You didn’t have to dothis.” I’m so overwhelmed because tats are permanent. He branded himself as mine with my name.

“I’m married and I want people to know.” He holds my chin. “Unless you don’t want to stay married to me.”

It leaves me breathless to face the question that has been haunting me for weeks. “I do want to stay married to you.” Why shouldn’t I? Who else will treat me like this?

“What if you get the spot in London?” His voice turns dark.

My heart pounds, and my throat tightens. “I don’t know.”

We stare, neither of us looking ready to hash out long-distance relationship plans and logistics.

“In case you’re still not sure.” He slides me to my feet and lowers his pants.

“Lachlan!” I screech. “Did that hurt?”

“You bet.” He tattooed my name, my full name, first and last, right above his cock.

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“I don’t know what to say.” I justknowI want to do the same for him.

“Don’t say anything. Just kiss me, little wife.”

I crash my mouth down on his, and it’s magic and electric. Furiously, I unsnap my leotard, and Lachlan yanks my panties out of the way. With both of us still mostly dressed, he shoves himself inside me hard on Fern’s sofa.

“Lachlan, you’re not wearing a condom again.” I still don’t know what’s up with my cycle.

He stops for a moment, like he didn’t even realize. “You agreed to marry me. You wanted to sleep in my bed. You wanted me to fuck you. I got indelible ink right above my cock for you. And now youwantto stay my wife. If I get you pregnant, so be it. This… This is what I want. Ifyoudon’t want it, tell me to stop.”

My world turned upside down in the last couple of weeks. First, I’m almost married off against my will and then this… Whatever the hell this is with Lachlan. No one can predict where life will take you. I could get hurt at any time and lose my ability to dance. Today was an example of that. A partner dropping me can blow my entire future. My husband will go to the ends of the earth to protect me. Is the chance to hear applause worth the risk of losing that?

Swallowing hard, I say, “Please don’t stop.”

“Good girl.” He pounds me, our skin slapping together, until he comes in powerful waves.

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