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Kingsley doesn’t smile. The serious look on his face never changes. “The one time it died, it almost ruined the best thing I’ve ever had. It hurt you, and I never want to be in that position again.”
“So… are you going to ask me, or–”
“Clementine, will you marry me? Will you forgive me for hurting you and for letting my mother come between us? Will you be my partner, my friend, my sexy, sweet wife? Please say yes because I don’t know what I’ll do if–”
I tackle Kingsley to the ground, and he catches me, laughing and pressing kisses all over my face. He flips our position so I’m on my back and he’s holding himself above me.
“Is that a yes?” he murmurs.
I purse my lips to the side and tap my chin as if considering his question. Kingsley nuzzles into my neck, his scruff even scratchier than usual since he hasn’t shaved yet today. I giggle and nod, but that’s not good enough for Kingsley.
“Say it,” he commands, resting his forehead on mine.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I love you, too, Kingsley. I forgive you, and of course I want to marry you. Yes, yes, yes,” I repeat over and over until Kingsley kisses the air from my lungs.
“Let’s get out of here, beautiful. I know just how I want to celebrate.”
11
KINGSLEY
Thank fuck.
I had no idea how I was going to make up for the betrayal and hurt I caused my woman, but I had to do something. Anything. She told me it was her first Christmas without her grandma, which sparked an idea. I couldn’t throw everything together in the time that I had, but I think I did a good job hitting the basics. Enough to show Clementine I can provide this for her. I can give her a warm, safe, happy place every day of the year, not just on Christmas.
I pull into my parking garage, glancing over at Clementine. She’s fidgeting in her seat, and God, I get it. After being apart all day yesterday and the drama of everything last night, I need to be with her again, need to touch her, need to kiss her, need to prove to both of us that we’re here and we’re in this together.
Clementine hardly waits for me to put the car in park before she hops out. I follow her, looping an arm around her waist and tucking her into my side as we wait for the elevator.
Once inside, I stand behind Clementine, my hands gripping her hips and then sliding up her torso, pausing to squeeze her breasts. My woman leans her head against my shoulder and arches her back, pushing her chest further into my hands.
I groan as I rub my aching cock against her ass, imagining how fucking amazing she’s going to feel one I’m inside her again.
The elevator dings as the doors open, causing Clementine to jump and squirm in my arms. She steps out of the elevator, and I follow, not wanting her to be out of my sight for a second. My hand finds hers, and I spin her around, hauling her into me for a devastating kiss.
She moans as I slip my tongue into her mouth and consume every inch of her. My hands slide down her curvy little body and grip the hem of her candy cane striped dress, slowly inching it up.
We break the kiss only long enough for me to take her dress off completely and toss it to the side. Clementine jumps into my arms and hooks her ankles behind my back. I growl and kiss down her neck as she arches her back and presses her body into mine.
“Fuck, I need you,” I grunt before nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear.
“I’m yours,” she pants, rubbing her hot little pussy over my stomach, letting me know she needs me, too.
“Take a shower with me.” It’s not a question. It’s a command.
She nods and twists her fingers in my hair, pulling me down for another kiss.
I carry her into the bathroom in my bedroom, only breaking the kiss when I set her down on the counter of my double sink. She claws at my shirt and I help her take it off. As soon as it’s over my head, Clementine runs her hands up and down my chest and abs.
“Love your touch, angel. The things you do to me…”
I groan as her hands trail lower and she palms my already hard cock. I step back, chuckling when she scowls at me. Turning on the shower, I adjust the temperature so it’s hot, filling up the bathroom with steam.
I quickly get rid of my pants and boxer briefs before returning to undress the rest of my woman, but I find she’s already beat me to the punch. “Bad girl. You’re supposed to let me take off your clothes.”
“Oops,” she says in a totally fake contrite voice. “Does this mean you’ll have to punish me?”
“Fuck,” I growl. “Is that what you want? Me spanking that tight ass?”
