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I smile fondly, grazing her bottom lip with my thumb. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Mm,” she murmurs, her countenance brightening with pleasure as she looks up at me, rolling onto her back so I can see her pretty little tits. “Good morning, Mr. Granville.”
Fuck, that teasing tone of hers.
That body I can’t get enough of.
It’s hard enough not to fuck her, and then she has to go and do that.
I lean down to kiss her pretty lips, absently caressing a tit as I do. “How did you sleep?”
She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down on top of her. “Best sleep ever. You?”
My gaze drifts down to her lovely tits on full display for me. “You make it really fucking hard to surprise you with breakfast, you know that?”
She giggles and pulls me closer, practically offering herself to me on a silver platter.
I know I can have her if I want her. She’ll happily spread those lovely thighs and take me into her body. I can kiss her neck and her tits, I can devour her mouth and possess every inch of her sweet body, pump her full of my cum and have her begging me for seconds.
It’s tempting as hell, but I think of the breakfast.
I think of the ring.
I don’t want to wait. I need to see the look on her face when she sees it. I need to know if she really wants forever with me.
What if she says no?
She won’t say no.
I shove the thought away, but it doesn’t go far.
My phone lights up on the bedside table and her gaze flickers to it.
I grab her chin, dragging her gaze back to me.
“Come on,” I tell her, leaning in to give her one more brief kiss on the lips. “Let’s eat.”
“Should you check that?” she murmurs, glancing at the phone.
I take her hand and haul her off the bed, pausing to kiss those tempting tits a few times and make her laugh before I swat her on the ass and send her to the bathroom.
When she comes back out, she’s wearing a white terrycloth robe and fuzzy slippers. Her wild curls are frizzy this morning. They were last night, too, after we played at the beach.
I like her hair in its natural state. I like her messy and happy. As long as she’s happy, nothing else matters.
Out on the balcony, I decide not to let her sit on her side of the table and eat. I sit down and pull her on my lap, then we take turns eating off the same plate.
She likes being close to me, so she doesn’t mind. She rests her head on my shoulder and kisses my neck between bites. She wiggles her ass and deliberately makes trouble, smirking as she leans forward to grab some fresh fruit. Her eyes dance as she pops it into her mouth, meeting my gaze as she licks the juice from her lips.
It wasn’t the plan. I wanted to wait until we were done and tell her to take the dome off the dessert plate. The ring was supposed to be what she looked at when I uttered the words, and I was supposed to make a romantic speech I’ve been running through in my head on and off since I pulled the trigger and bought the ring.
But I can’t wait.
“Marry me.”
Her face falls—not with disappointment, but shock. Her brown eyes widen, the glint of playful mischievousness disappearing as she stares at me in shock. “What?”
She’s not sure I’m serious.
