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“At fucking?” She squinted at him.

“Yeah.”

“You think we need to practice fucking.”

“Frequently. Like say maybe every sex—I mean six—hours.”

“That’s an awful lot of sex. Have you been reading the Gospel according to Mr. Geist again?”

He shook his head. “No, I’m just a very, very shallow man, and you are a very, very sexy lady.”

“You got that right, buster.”

She wriggled out of his hold and sashayed away from him a few paces, stopping when she was right in the centre of the room. Then she unzipped her dress and let it fall around her feet.

Lingerie—itty-bitty lace knickers that were cut away at the back, no stockings, alas, but her tie-on bra had naughty peek-a-boo slits.

She had not been wearing any of those things earlier today.

Ginny performed a one-eighty degree turn in her stilettos. “You like?”

The caveman inside him roared and beat his chest. Ash nodded his head dumbly, ’cause whoa, wasn’t she the most filthily beautiful thing he’d ever set eyes on.

“Show me what you’ve got, Chief, and maybe we can discuss terms of engagement.”

What he had was a fucking raging hard-on. It didn’t take any persuasion to convince him to drop his jeans.

Ginny shimmied towards him. “Looks kind of red and angry. Oh, and hot to the touch. Stroke it for me.”

“My hand’s fucked.”

“Your hand’s not fucked. There’s just a few lazy synapses in your brain. You beat it fine earlier.”

Yeah, he guessed he had, hadn’t he? “Then can we practice fucking?”

“Like you even need to. You’ve never had any trouble pleasing me.”

“I want to marry you,” he said. “What do you think about that?”

Ginny shoved her knickers in his mouth.

***

Shitindamnation!They were venturing into scary territory. Babies… Marriage… They weren’t ready to be discussing either of those things. She was definitely, definitely not ready. She wasn’t going to be ready, not for months, maybe years. If ever. She’d broken one promise she’d made herself when she got involved with him. That was creating dilemmas enough. As for taking it all a step further—she didn’t really want to hand that much control to another person.

Did she really want to free herself from one bad decision in order to fall head long into what might be another?

Only, he wasn’t. If there was one thing she was absolutely certain of, it was that Ash wasn’t a mistake.

“I’m pretending I didn’t hear you say that,” she said. Their happily ever after couldn’t happen yet.

Ash continued to grin at her as if she hadn’t spoken and hummed a wedding march around her underwear.