Can't Fix Cupid

“Yes!” she says, grabbing the ring and sliding it on her finger in one excited swoop.

“I was supposed to do that,” I drawl.

She shrugs, staring down at the heart-shaped diamond with stars in her eyes. “You were too slow.”

I grin. She’s so damn gorgeous, I can’t wait. I stand back up, ignoring the hoops and hollers around us, and pick her up. Her legs automatically wrap around me, and I use it to my advantage and start walking away.

I want her alone. All to myself. I want to worship her. To show her over and over again how much I love her.

“Where are we going?”

“Home. So I can fuck you until you can’t walk anymore.”

She hums against my neck. “I want the vibrator.”

I laugh. “You’re going to give me a complex.”

She shrugs. “It has seventeen settings, Warren. That’s impressive.”

I pinch her ass in reprimand. “Careful, darling. Or I’ll fuck you right now.”

Her eyes glitter with mischief. “That doesn’t sound like a bad punishment, and we are at a nudist colony. I’m sure they wouldn’t frown on us showing a little skin.”

“Hmm, yes, but the only person who gets to see you, is me.”

“My future husband is a real possessive ass,” she jokes.

I chuckle as I walk past the nudist gate and into the parking lot. “Yep, and you’re mine.”

She nods, her hands tangling in my hair. “I’m yours,” she agrees, placing a kiss on my lips. “Now take me home, Warren, and show me.”

“It would be my pleasure.”