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She welcomed his possession, and the sensation they were moving as one.

“Liùsaidh,” he whispered endearments with each thrust, words she treasured because from him, they were real.

She shattered moments before him, collapsing back on the table. He leaned forward on his hands.

“Now, about that one hundred thousand,” she said, sucking in oxygen.

“I’m not negotiating when you’ve got me at a disadvantage,” he panted.

“Take it or leave it.” She planted loud kisses down the centre of his chest.

Catching her hands in his, he kissed her knuckles. “I’ll accept Cam’s bequest. You keep the money.”

“I applaud your good sense.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, and he groaned.

“But I’m paying half the costs of running the house.” He manoeuvred his hands under her buttocks and squeezed gently. “When the rent-free period of my initial agreement ends, I’ll pay full commercial rent. Plus, I want a prenup.”

“I haven’t heard a marriage proposal.” She released her legs and wriggled into a more upright position, her heart giving its own drumroll.

“I was waiting to catchmebreath.” He grinned “Marry me, Liùsaidh?”

“Yes, and I have another confession to make. I started to dream when I sat in Kate’s nursery.” She stroked his hair back from his brow. “I want you to have your dreams, because then you’ll understand I have mine. You’ll love our children and let them dream. Yes, I’ll marry you. I love you, Niall Quinn.”

“Maybe we should stay here all night? Give the table another workout?”

“It’ll be in our kitchen in two weeks,” she said.

“You bought it?” His look of surprised delight was worth making the purchase through an intermediary.

“It seduced me before you did.” She put her hands on his chest. “Come home with me?”

“We’re definitely having a prenup. Otherwise, you might be so crazy in love with me, you’ll give me a trust fund and present me with matched crockery and crystal glassware.”

“Only if you want them.” She slid off the table, found her panties, and tucked them in his jacket pocket with his tie. “No prenup, unless it includes a half-share in our babe’s cradle, a half-share in the mirror you’re planning for me, and a half-share in your life?” She did up enough buttons on her shirt to be decent if they were pulled over by the cops on the way home, and indecent enough to let him know what was in store when they got there.

“Deal.” He scooped her off the table and swung her in a wide circle. “Quinns pay their way.”