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“Love you, Shorty,” he murmured, teasing her mouth with his.
“Get your ring on my baby girl’s finger,” Quinn ordered.
“Working on it.”
“Work faster before you make me a grandpa.”
“Not a problem, Boss Man.”
Angelina gaped at them. They were talking like it was a done deal.
“You do remember I get a say in that, right?”
“Mine,” Ben winked at her.
She was afraid it was too late to get her say. Decisions had been made. Deep in her heart, Angelina knew she belonged with him. Ben was her Army Ken, her protector, and the giver of orgasms to put all others to shame. Of course, she loved him. He already knew that. But just because he knew it didn’t mean she wouldn’t make him work for a yes. She would give in in the end. Angelina had a feeling being Mrs. Ben Owen would be the most rewarding challenge of her life.
Chapter 25
“Hey, Shorty. Which one of these bath ball bomb things is for fucking my woman until she agrees to be my wife? What happens if I mix them all together?”
Angelina was getting ready for bed. Everyone chattered excitedly as they headed out the door to go home for the night. She turned to find Ben standing shirtless in the doorway of her bedroom. It was more like their bedroom since he never went back to sleeping in his room. Drake was sleeping across the hall.
“That’s a lot to ask of a bath bomb,” Angelina teased.
“All of them, minus the lavender one. Got it,” Ben grinned at her before he disappeared into the bathroom.
Angelina heard the water start. Hurrying into the bathroom, she stopped, stunned. There were candles everywhere. Ben was standing by her jetted tub with a white bath bomb in his hand. Her brow scrunched. Where did he find a white one?
“What are you doing?”
“A bath with these things relaxes my wife,” he smirked, dropping the ball into the water.
“Where did you get the white one?”
“I called your supplier. She overnighted it to me.”
“You called the lady from Etsy?”
“Yep.”
“She doesn’t have a phone number listed. How did you? You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know. Just tell me I can still order from her.”
“My feelings are hurt.”
“You can lick my pussy later,” she replied absently. “What is all this?”
“It’s for you,” he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck as his lips caressed hers.
“For the love of God, at least shut the door,” Rat complained from the top of the stairs. “It’s bad enough my room is right there. I can hear you, but now I have to see you too? That is some bullshit.”
“Drake, I will poison your breakfast and bury you in the backyard,” Angelina warned. “Then I will help organize a search team to find you because I’m distraught over your sudden disappearance.”
“Angry kitten,” he mumbled before he stomped down the stairs.
Ben reached around her to give the door a good whack. It shut out the rest of the world, leaving them in the tranquil candlelight. His lips caressed hers. Nipping her lip got him the access he craved. Delving inside, her taste flooded his senses. He wanted this every day for the rest of his life.
Angelina let out a whimper of protest when Ben stopped. She needed him. The tips of her fingers drifted down his body. A groan filled the silence when her hand wrapped around him. Angelina continued touching him, stroking over his jeans. She kissed his chest, being careful of the bruise. His big body shuddered when her tongue traced his nipple.
