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“I can’t spend your money. Maddox, that is my trust fund.” Kyra gasped.
“You can and you will. You’re the mother of my child. There are expenses and things you’ll need to buy. Formychild.” I placed my hand on her hip and tucked the credit card into her bra. “No arguing.”
I watched her argue silently in her head as she stared back at me. I couldn’t help the smile that stretched across my face.
“What’s so funny?” she asked.
“Nothing.” I’d kissed her then walked into my office to make a call.
In that moment, I’d known. Perhaps I’d always known. But the time was right. Finally, today, I’d had a reply and picked up my order.
Kyra turns as I’m undoing my shirt. She still watches me like I’m not hers to touch when she wants. I toss it on the armchair in the corner of the room, kick off my shoes, and then undo the top button on my pants.
“Is this a strip show?” She blushes.
So damn cute. She has my cock in her mouth at least once a day and still blushes.
“Come with me.” I take her hand and lead her through the house. When we reach the door leading out to the balcony, she tugs on me.
“Oh no. I’m not having sex out there.”
Then she stops.
There are dozens of candles lit with a scattering of yellow rose petals everywhere. Only possible because Penny snuck back in to help me set it up.
“What is—”
I lift her out the door and she clings to my arms as I place her back on the floor so we’re overlooking Manhattan.
Then I drop to my knee.
“Maddox.” She gasps as the silk of her short gown flutters in the breeze.
God, I could press my face into her bare pussy right now. I know she never wears panties in bed because I banned them.
Focus.
“Kyra.” I take her hand and glance up. “Marry me. Let me love you and protect you until my last dying breath. Let me be the best father I can to our children.”
“Oh god. I love you Maddox.” A tear drips down her cheek, and she lets out a little hiccup.
Okay, but say yes.
“Spend your life with me, sweetheart.” I wait for her to reply.
I think I’ve sent her into a state of shock as she’s shaking.
“And at any point, you can say yes.”
She lets out a little teary chuckle.
Say yes for the love of god.
I stand, and her face lifts as she follows me. I cup her head and run my thumb over her jaw. “Just so we’re clear, if you say no, I’ll just kidnap you again.”
Her eyes sparkle in response, humored by my words.
“Yes.” Kyra finally says. “Yes, to marrying you. Yes, to you kidnapping me. And yes, to you making love to me as you did that first night, forever.”