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She shakes her head. “I don’t want your money.”
“Too bad. You’re getting it anyway.”
She shrugs. “I’ll just spend it on good causes.”
“If you want to donate to good causes, we should probably attend a few more charity events.”
My blood heats as I imagine her in the green dress she wore on our first date to the fundraiser in D.C. The memory of bending her over my couch and sliding into her warm heat has my cock hardening and lengthening. Sex with Paisley is always fantastic but that night was one of my favorites.
“Fine. But I’m not having sex in the jet.”
I dig my hands into her hips and haul her near until her breasts press against my chest. “Lace, we are totally having sex in the jet. Probably more than once.”
She sniffs. “The flight crew are literally feet away. No thanks.”
“Feet away?” I lift an eyebrow. “Are you saying my jet is small?”
I lift my hips to press my cock against her core. Her eyes flare and she gasps.
“No,” she sighs. “Your jet is not small.”
I nibble her jaw. “Are you going to move in with me?”
“In two weeks.”
I bite her earlobe and she moans. “Are you scared to move in with me earlier?”
“I’m not scared. I have a schedule.”
I kiss the sensitive skin behind her ear and she tilts her neck to give me better access. “Prove it.”
She scowls at me. “Stop daring me.”
I lift her up and throw her on the bed before climbing on top of her. I shackle her wrists and lift her arms above her head.
“Paisley Bardot, do you love me?”
“Yes,” she breathes out.
“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to give me children?”
I hold my breath. We haven’t discussed having children yet.
“Yes.”
Satisfaction winds through me. This woman is everything. And she’s mine.
“Are you going to move in with me?”
Her eyes flash.
“Put me out of my misery, Lace. Agree to move in with me.”
“Fine. But I’m keeping my house.”