“Even if I promise to marry you?”
She looked at him blankly but eventually shoved at his chest. “This is serious, Grant.”
“Who says I’m joking?”
“That’s the worst proposal I’ve ever heard.”
“How many have you had?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.
She wiggled until she was able to get from under him and flopped off the side of the bed. He tried to reach for her, but she was too quick and was across the room before he could bring her back to bed.
“Stay,” she commanded before running from the room.
He didn’t have long to wait before she ran back into the room with a box of condoms in her hands.
“Mary and I talked,” she explained with a shrug.
Grant opened his mouth but closed it quickly. Instead he held out his hand and gestured for her to join him on the bed.
“I do want a better proposal, though. Not now, but eventually,” she stated, waving the box of condoms in front of her.
“I know.” He smiled, still beckoning her over.
“Oh, and I want our new house to have a bigger kitchen.”
“Will you just come here, woman? We can talk later.”
Charlie giggled and launched herself onto the bed. They wrestled for a bit, him trying to get the condoms from her and her trying to straddle him. He eventually prevailed and pressed his body against hers as he fumbled the box open.
“I wanted to be on top this time,” she groaned.
“Next time.” He sighed, trying to maneuver the condom on.
“I think it’s inside out?”
“Charlie…”
Instead of cooperating, she continued to giggle at his exacerbated tone. “You picked me,” she chided.
Grant positioned himself at her entrance and looked down at her smiling face. With a quick kiss, he slipped inside and sighed when he was fully situated.
“We picked each other,” he whispered into her ear.
She smiled up at him as a lone tear slid down her cheek. “God, enough with the fucking tears.” She chuckled.
He kissed her eyelids and brushed tears away with the pad of his thumb. “I’ll make sure to keep you too busy for crying.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She snorted and smacked him on his butt. “Well, get to it.”
They laughed, moaned, and whispered words of love and endearment as he rode them both closer toward pleasure.
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