“And you love me?” she asked, looking vulnerable and so fucking beautiful that he couldn’t imagine what he’d done to deserve her.
The answer was simple, he didn’t deserve her, but that wasn’t going to stop him from doing whatever it took to keep her.
“Yes, I love you more than anything,” he said, reaching into his pocket and pulled out the ring that she wasn’t leaving this hotel room without.
“And Mikey?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Is my favorite thing about you.”
Chapter 60
“So, are you going to marry me?” Reese asked, as he sat on the bed and slid his ring on her finger, clearly not really all that concerned with her answer.
“I’m still thinking about it,” she said, biting back a smile as Reese leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder.
“You’re still thinking about it?” he asked, smiling against her shoulder.
“Mmhmm, I need to think about my options,” she said, nodding solemnly even though she’d decided that he was worth it.
Whatever happened, he was definitely worth it.
“I see,” he murmured before asking, “And is there anything that I could do to help my case?”
“Room service?” she suggested as she looked at the ring on her finger and tried not to smile.
“You’re feeling better?” he asked, kissing her shoulder again.
“Yes,” she said, deciding that it probably wouldn’t help if she told him that she was feeling a lot better than she had in days thanks to the adjustment to her nausea medication.
“Is there anything that you’re in the mood for?” he asked softly, kissing his way to her spine.
Biting back a groan, she said, “You.”
“You’ve already got me,” he said, pressing a kiss against her other shoulder.
Sighing heavily, she shook her head. “This interview really isn’t going well.”
“Damn,” he said, chuckling as he kissed his way back to her spine. “What else would you like to know?”
“Well, you still haven’t told me how we all ended up at the same hotel,” she said with a pointed look over her shoulder.
Sighing, he kissed her spine one last time before sitting up. “My father proposed to my mother here.”
“That doesn’t really explain why your ex-fiancé was here or how she knew that you were proposing with the cake,” she pointed out.
“My father, in his infinite wisdom, dragged my mother to this hotel, proposed with a piece of cake, and fucked it up in every way imaginable,” he said, chuckling as he placed his hand on her back and began to gently rub, which she allowed because she was in a generous mood.
“And…”
“And, my brothers told her about it mostly to fuck with her head, because they knew that I would never do it for her, which meant that she demanded it,” he murmured, running his hand down the middle of her back.
“Because…”
“Because this place is special,” he said absently as he ran his hand over her bottom, making her lips twitch.
This man had a serious obsession with her ass, she thought with a smile as she gave her bottom a little wiggle in demand for him to continue.
“And I am?” she asked, wondering about that.
“Yes,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder as he gave her bottom a gentle squeeze that made it difficult to focus.
“Did you ever bring her here?”
“No, but knowing her, she’s probably been on Roger’s ass to do it,” he said, not really sounding all that concerned.
“And what are you going to do about Roger?” she asked, closing her eyes as she allowed herself to enjoy this.
“Nothing,” he said, kissing her shoulder. “Any more questions?”
“Yes,” she said with a sniff.
“Am I allowed to ask questions?” he asked, running his hand down her back.
“I believe this is my interview, Yummy,” she pointed out with a long-suffering sigh and another wiggle of her bottom to get the man to focus.
“My apologies,” he murmured with a kiss against her shoulder, somewhat appeasing her.
“What are you planning on doing about work?” she asked, hoping that he did the right thing so that she wasn’t forced to slap some sense into him.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” he said, pressing a kiss against her spine as his hand focused on her bottom.
“Do you like being a cop?” she asked, opening her eyes so that she could watch him.
For several minutes he didn’t say anything, he just sat there, watching his hand move over her body and when he finally answered, he surprised her. “I love working with my brother and helping people, but for the most part I hate it.”
“What do you want to do?” she asked, turning over onto her side so that she could reach up and trace his jaw.
“I know what I want to do, but I’m not qualified to do it,” he said, placing his hand on the swell of her belly.
“And that is…”
“I want to design renovations.”
“You don’t want to design houses?” she asked, for some reason really not surprised.
Shaking his head, he said, “I like fixing mistakes.”
“And my kitchen was a mistake?” she asked, laying her hand over his.
“Your kitchen was a nightmare,” he readily agreed, making her laugh.
“So, what’s stopping you from doing what you love?” she asked, wondering if this was finally the right time to show him the website that she’d been working on for him.
He shrugged. “I don’t have the experience or the training.”
“Would your uncle hire you to do it?” she asked, wondering if that was the best route for him to go.
It would give him job security, allow him to get some experience under his belt and allow him to do what he loved to do, which meant that she wouldn’t be forced to beat him with a pillow again.
“No, he has guys that do that,” he said with a shrug, making her fingers twitch with the need to grab a pillow.
“Have you asked?” she asked, running her fingers over the back of his hand and noting the way that his eyes hungrily took in her breasts and other places, which meant that he wasn’t a hundred percent focused and this was the best time to have this conversation.
“No,” he said, licking his lips as his eyes moved down her stomach and settled between her legs.
This was going to be so easy, she thought, almost feeling bad, but clearly, he needed her help.
“How about we make a deal?” she asked, shifting her legs slightly apart to give him a better view.
“What kind of deal?” he asked, sliding his hand up to cup her breast.
“You have to ask your Uncle,” she moaned, understandably having a difficult time focusing right now.
“He’ll say no,” Reese murmured, teasing her nipple.
“And if he doesn’t…”
“Then I guess I’ll be handing in my badge.”
Chapter 61
“Now, it’s my turn,” Reese said, leaning down to flick his tongue over her nipple.
“To service me?” she asked, blinking.
Chuckling, he leaned down and flicked his tongue over the other nipple. “To ask the questions,” he informed her as he ran his hand over her hip and down her leg.
“I wasn’t really done there, Yummy,” she said, turning over onto her back and reaching for him.
“What else did you want to know?” he asked, leaning down to kiss her as he slid his hand over her thigh and up her leg.
“You’re kind of putting me on the spot there, Yummy,” she admitted with a gasp when he slid his hand between her legs.
“That’s kind of the point, sweetheart,” he said, kissing her as he gently rubbed his hand between her legs.
Sighing, she said, “We really need to work on your interview skills, Yummy.”
“We really do,” he readily agreed as he slid a finger inside her to
find her wet and more than ready for him, but he needed to clear up a few things before they concluded this interview. “You’re marrying me.”
“I am?” she asked, groaning.
“Mmhmm,” he murmured, kissing her as he slid his finger inside her again.
“I don’t remember saying yes, Yummy.”
“Because I didn’t ask,” he pointed out as his thumb joined his finger and he slowly teased her swollen clit, deciding that he needed the extra advantage.
“Isn’t it customary to ask?” she asked, smiling against his lips.
“Only morons ask,” he pointed out.
“I see,” she murmured on a gasp as he added a second finger.
“I’m not giving you a chance to say no,” he told her as he shifted over her and settled between her legs.
“And you thought I’d say no?” she asked, shifting her legs further apart for him.
“Wasn’t chancing it,” he said, reaching between them so that he could release himself.
“I-” she started to say, but he decided that it was probably for the best if they just got to the point now.
“So, you love me?” he asked, shifting so that the tip of his cock was teasing her slit.
“I’m not really sure that this is an appropriate line of questioning for an interview, Yummy,” she said, smiling while she ran her fingers through his hair as she rolled her hips, trying to turn the tables on him.
“That’s a damn shame,” he said, shaking his head sadly as he pulled his hips away, determined to tease the woman into admitting that she was madly in love with him and couldn’t live without him.
“And why’s that?” she asked on a gasp as he ground his cock against her, making sure that she knew just how much he wanted her.
“Because I’m afraid that I’ve taken a vow of celibacy,” he said, making her lips twitch.
“Really?”
“I’m afraid that I don’t have much of a choice,” he said, sighing heavily even as he continued to grind himself against her.
“That’s a shame,” she said, matching his sigh as she kissed her way along his jaw.
“It really is,” he readily agreed, biting back a groan as the vicious woman kissed and licked her way down his neck as her hands moved down his back, over his ass, and-
“Fuck,” he groaned when the devious woman gave his ass a squeeze that had his cock eagerly jumping to do her bidding.
“So, this decision to become celibate…”
“Is necessary,” he bit out, struggling to focus as she gave his ass another squeeze.
“Because?” she asked, sounding a little smug as she rolled her hips and forced his cock deeper between her slit.
“Because otherwise I’m afraid that you’d just keep on using me for my body,” he somehow managed to get out with a straight face.
“I see,” she murmured. “And marriage would help?”
“It couldn’t hurt,” he admitted with a shrug and a frustrated groan as she stopped kissing him so that she could lie back on the bed and let her legs drop back down away from him.
“Is this about respect?”
“Yes, yes I’m afraid it is,” he readily agreed as he settled more deeply between her legs, desperate for the contact.
“Are you afraid that I won’t respect you in the morning without a ring on my finger?” she asked,
“That’s exactly what I’m afraid of,” he said, nodding as he gazed down at the beautiful woman that-
“Oh, fuck!”
-was evil.
Pure. Evil, he decided as she reached between them and wrapped her hand around the tip of his cock with a bored sigh.
“So, you know what I think, Yummy?” she asked, giving the tip a squeeze that had him clenching his jaw shut and trying to stay still.
He opened his mouth to answer only to moan when she shifted her hand on him so that she was caressing the tip. “I’m thinking that I really have no choice but to marry you,” she said, nodding gravely.
“You really don’t,” he said, nodding his agreement only to lick his lips with a curse when she stroked him.
“That’s what I thought,” she said with a defeated sigh. “We’re going to have to get married so that we can have an insane amount of sex.”
Lips twitching, he couldn’t help but agree. “I’m afraid you’re right.”
“I see,” she said, looking thoughtful as she continued to stroke him before she asked, “Will this marriage include early morning sex?”
Nodding, he said, “That really went without saying.”
“And shower sex?”
“Really? Do you really have to ask that?”
“I think it’s best if we clarify things from the beginning, don’t you?” she asked, blinking innocently up at him.
“Yes.”
“And you’ll build me a brand new kitchen?” she asked, pursing her lips up thoughtfully as she waited for an answer.
“I could probably do that,” he said, absently wondering how she felt about fixer-uppers, because he already had plans for them.
“And you’ll share your juice with me for the rest of our lives?”
“I don’t really think that I had much of a choice on that matter, did I?” he asked, making sure to sound putout only to groan when she shifted so that the tip of his cock was at her entrance and-
“You were saying?” she asked when she shifted until the tip was inside her so that every stroke, and god love her, she hadn’t stopped stroking him yet, had the tip moving inside her.
“I will happily share my juice with you,” he said, nodding as he leaned down to kiss her.
“Then I suppose I could marry you,” she said, sighing heavily and making him chuckle.
“And?” he prompted, brushing his lips against hers.
“And, I suppose that I might be in love with you,” she finally admitted as he pushed forward and slid home.
“You suppose?” he asked, smiling as he kissed her.
“Mmmhmm,” she murmured around a gasp as he ground himself inside her.
“Are you marrying me because you’re head over heels in love with me and you couldn’t imagine spending another day without me?” he asked, because the idea of going even one more day without her destroyed him.
“That really went without saying, Yummy.”