Playing Hard to Master (Masters Unleashed 2)

“Ambrose. That is not a proposal.”

“No? Should I get down on one knee?” Without hesitation, he sank to one knee then tugged at the end of the bow holding one side of her bathing suit bottoms together.

“Behave yourself. This is supposed to be romantic.” A laugh rolled from her, and she pressed her fingers to her mouth, trying to quell it. A tear trickled down and she wiped it away, grinning like a kid at Christmas.

He offered the ring to her again. “This isn’t fancy, but it was my great-grandmother’s. Everly, you’re hot and funny and smart, and I love everything about you.”

“That’s better.”

“And if it’s not big enough, I’ll buy you another one.”

“Ohhh . . . it’s more than big enough.”

“The ring, little girl. I was talking about the ring.”

“Oh, um. Yes. Me too.” She gave him a sexy grin, and his hand crept back to her ribbons.

“Master?”

“Yes, slave?”

“Maybe you should put the ring on my finger before we lose it.”

He inclined his head. Point taken. “So is that a yes? You didn’t answer me.”

“You didn’t ask me anything, Master. You just listed some of my positive attributes.”

Did she have to be bratty about everything? Chuckling, he said, “Everly, my hot little piece of ass, will you marry me?”

She eyed him up and down, like he was a tasty piece of meat. “Yes, Master. But only if you fuck me. Immediately.”

He slipped the ring onto her finger, and stared at it in disbelief. She’d actually said yes. The ring was on her finger. He blinked up at her, full of wonder and giddy excitement. He jumped to his feet and pulled her into his arms.

She kissed him then squealed when he threw her over his shoulder and strode off toward the trees.

“I’ll be fucking you almost immediately. First we need to talk about what happens when you get bossy with me,” he grumbled, and swatted her ass. “Bossy slaves get punished.”

“Yessss!”

Brat. His brat. At least she couldn’t see his smile. It would only encourage her.