Trade
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He sat on the bed and watched her take off her clothes. Months ago, he confessed that seeing her strip slowly for him was one of his ultimate turn-ons, and ever since she’d finessed the process to a level of sexy seduction that would make a burlesque queen proud.
Her chin was dipped down, and she watched him under a veil of dark lashes, a coy smile on her lips. She slowly unfastened each button on her plain white shirt, keeping it closed, then unfastened her pants and let them pool at her feet.
Then kicked them away.
He held his breath.
She shrugged her shoulders up, letting the shirt slip from one shoulder, shimmied, so it gaped open, then did some mysterious move that let the shirt drop to the floor.
“Pale pink silk. What are you doing to me, woman?” His cock hardened at the sight of her half-naked body.
Her hands went to the fastener of her bra behind her back.
“Do you want me to help with that?”
She shook her head, and gave him that smile, the smile she knew damn well made him desperate to be buried in her wet heat. “I can manage.” The bra strap released, and she wrapped an arm around her breasts as she slid the straps off her shoulders. Pink silk panties hit the floor moments later.
“Come here.” He was through with teasing, through with waiting, unable to keep his hands off her any longer.
She tumbled onto the bed, fingers reaching for his chest.
“I’m not leaving this bed for the next few days, and neither are you.” He wanted her with a passion that hadn’t dimmed in the months they’d been together. But before he divested himself of his clothes and plunged into her he had one other thing to do. A question to ask.
His hand slipped under the pillow and retrieved something.
She kissed his neck.
“Stop a second.”
She raised her eyebrows, and gazed at him with surprised eyes.
“I have something for you.”
Her palm stroked over his erection. “I can see that.”
“Something else.” He took his hand from under the pillow and opened it to reveal his surprise. “I want you to marry me, Max.”
Melati, where they’d begun, was the perfect place. And even though he was pretty sure of her answer, his heart still pounded like the waves hitting shore as she gazed at the pale pink diamond glittering in the center of his palm.
“Fucking say something.”
“It’s beautiful.” Her gaze flicked up to him. “I love you.”
“Does that mean yes?” Desperation twisted in his gut.
Her smile was like the sun coming out from behind a cloud. Dazzling, full of heat and joy. “Yes. Yes.”
He slipped the ring on her finger, helped her strip off his clothes, then gazed up at the pale wooden battens that formed the hut’s ceiling as she swung a leg over him, and pressed her core to his cock. “Show me how much you love me,” she whispered against his mouth. “Show me heaven.”
So he did.
The End.
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
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