Page 65 of Dating the Rebel

Love overwhelming him, he moved inside her, sliding deeper and deeper until he didn’t know where he ended and she began. It was as if they flowed together. Then they came together, screaming each other’s names.

He drew out and rushed to the bathroom to clean up, not wanting to be gone from her for long. But as he left the bathroom, he heard her cussing and hurried out to find her next to the table, staring down at the cards.

“You won,” she said.

“I know.”

“No, I drew two kings, and you drew four aces...” She threw down the cards. “How are you that damn lucky?”

He laughed. “I don’t know. Just fate, I guess.” Like them—they were fated to be together.

“Well, you won,” she said. “And you never said what you wanted.”

“You,” he said, and he picked her up and carried her away from the table into the bedroom. “I want you to be my partner in business and life.”

She smiled and murmured against his lips as he lowered his head to hers, “We both win...”