Page 52 of Christmas With A Billionaire

“You know that can be arranged, right? Just say the word and I can buy us a nice villa, anywhere you like.”

“Pack up our lives and move to Canada huh, just like that?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It was just a passing thought, Liam. I don’t think I could ever leave Chicago, well, not right now anyway.”

“We’ve certainly come a long way, haven’t we?”

I nod. “And how the hell did we get here?” I ask.

“I believe it all happened when I woke up hungover that morning after the Christmas party. You were standing in my kitchen looking all sexed up wearing nothing but your tight work pants.”

“All sexed up, huh? I could definitely say the same about you.”

“Or maybe it was the spectacular fuckfest up against my window that made you realize you couldn’t be without me.”

“There you go again, being all arrogant and so full of yourself.”

“Are you going to deny it?” he asks.

“No.”

“Good, because this time I want the upper hand.”

“Upper hand?” I inquire.

“Come, let’s go sit,” he says, taking my hand and leading me back over to the bed.

As we sit on the bed, I look at him and raise my brow, then look around the room as if waiting for something or someone to jump out and scare the absolute crap out of me. But instead, he pulls me against him, crushing his lips onto mine, our tongues meet and our gentle sighs fill the silence of the room as we kiss. I snuggle closer to him, enjoying the feeling of his warm body pressed against mine, and I have to repeatedly tell myself that this man is mine.

All mine.

And I don’t ever intend on letting him go.

When his lips leave mine, he looks into my eyes. “Dylan?”

“Yeah,” I reply, my voice barely audible.

“I have something for you.”

“Again? I thought we agreed, no presents underanycircumstances.”

“Yeah. But I think you’re going to like this one,” he says with a smile.

“Oh?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small red velvet box, then he slides off the bed and positions himself between my thighs.

“You’re the one for me, Dylan. Everything from that first moment that we met, our first words to one another, right through to this moment and the very end. Every breath I take, and the air that I breathe is all because of you. I wake up every morning and remind myself that when it comes to you, life doesn’t get any better. Every day you make me fall more and more in love with you, and I know we’ve never really spoken about it, but I want to spend the rest of my life waking up next to you every morning. I want to live every day as anusand not just amebecause without you, my world doesn’t exist.”

My eyes well up with tears, as his beautiful words seep deep into my brain. I place my palms on his cheeks and pull his face toward me for another kiss. This time the kiss is sweeter and poignant, and I feel like I’m kissing him for the first time all over again.

“I can’t imagine a world without you in it either,” I admit.

“So …” He lifts the lid on the tiny red box, revealing a gorgeous, silver ring within. “Do you want to wear this for a while?” he asks.

“How long were you thinking?”

“Say forty or fifty years?” His eyes lock with mine as he continues. “Dylan Lewis, will you marry me?”

I look up at him while I’m at a complete loss for words and see his eyes glisten with tears.

“Yes. One hundred million––billiontimes yes.”

Our lips meet through smiles and the taste of tears on our tongues. My heart is so full right now, and my stomach is full of butterflies, the good kind. He removes his lips from mine and pulls the ring out of the box. He grabs hold of my left hand and slides the ring over my wedding finger, then covers it with soft, sweet kisses.

“I love you, Dylan Lewis.”

“And I love you, too, Liam Samuels.”