Page 97 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

“Rosebud, I don’t give a fuck what name you take or keep or whatever.

I don’t want to marry you so you become Mrs. anything.

I just want to call you my wife and wake up to you every morning.

To make you pancakes and watch you ruin something as simple as a bowl of cereal.

I want to give you a massage after a long day in the office and share a glass of wine on Sundays.

I want to build pillow forts in front of our windows with candles and nothing but the city lights.

To feel your skin on mine and breathe you in every day. I don’t care about names.”

“Oh…well, that’s…reassuring.” She slowly bobs her head, rolling her lips around before landing on me with a sudden look of nerves.

“And…kids?”

Ahh, I was waiting for this one. I smile at her confidently, because I’ve thought long and hard about this and I realized that kids were never part of my plan, it wasn’t something I grew up dreaming of.

Hell, I barely wanted a wife until I met Rosie.

Kids are great, sure. Jessie and Casey’s baby, Moira, is adorable, Ava and Matt’s Mia and Ollie, also cute as fuck.

But I don’t need any of my own to enjoy my life.

And at the same time, if we did have kids, I’d be happy then too.

“You’re all the family I need, Rosie. If you want them, great, if you don’t, then also great.”

“You can’t be impassive about kids.” She drops her arms, her face a little serious, but I keep my smile, shrugging at her.

“Says who?”

“Well…everyone.”

“No, people say you need to make a decision, you need to know what you want. And I do. I want you. My decision is that I want to do life with you. If that life involves children? Of course I’m going to make room in my heart for them.

I will love them, because they are you and me.

And let’s be honest, I’d kill the dad game.

” She gives me an almost unimpressed look, but I catch the slow smile spreading across her face.

“But if doing life with you is also just you and me, it’ll still be perfect, and it’d still be everything I wanted.

Because it’s you and it’s me. Kids would add to my joy, but they don’t make it.

You do. It has always been you.” I emphasize with a quick, playful peck to her nose.

She chuckles, a little watery as her wet eyes blink a few times.

She falls against my chest, holding me tight to her, and I tuck her head comfortably under my chin.

I hold her for a quiet moment when she whispers.

“I still don’t know if I want them. I really like our life right now and I don’t know if I’m ready for that to change…or if I ever will be.”

“And you don’t have to know. You don’t ever have to decide if you don’t want to. Just…” I pull her back so I can see her big, beautiful brown eyes. “Just say yes,” I whisper. “Please marry me, Rosie. Make this our home, be my wife, and everything else can come later.”

Ever so slowly, Rosie’s smile beams across her face. “Okay, mi amor. I’ll marry you.”

I think my jaw hits the floor, and for a few moments I stare down at her, not blinking, not wanting to break the spell, and she chuckles. “Wait… really?” I can feel my heart pounding like a fucking freight train in my chest, and she laughs again. The best sound in the world.

“Yes. Really.” She tucks her fingers in mine, dragging me to the isle—where I was meant to actually propose. I follow limply behind her, still wondering if this is a cruel dream. “Well, some traditions have to stay the same, right? On your knees, pretty boy.” She smirks, gesturing to the ground.

“Fuck, I love it when you say that.” With a flash of filthy images across my mind, I do as I’m told…not just one knee, but both. Pulling out the smooth velvet box and opening it.

“Is that Harry Winston?” She gasps. I know my wife. Only the best for my girl.

“Rosie—”

“Shut up, I already said yes, give me the ring!” she squeaks, waving her hand in my face, and I can’t help but chuckle, sliding the ring onto her finger as she does a little dance, holding it up to her face to examine the oval-shaped diamond framed with tapered baguette side stones.

I go to stand, but she raises a hand to stop me.

“I think we have skipped over a few things,” she says, her voice dropping into a seductive haze that has my smile growing and my pants tightening.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The part where you beg, on your knees. Like the good boy you are.” I can’t fight the groan that works its way up my throat. Rosie loves to be a submissive in bed, but every now and then she takes control and it’s quite possibly the hottest thing ever.

“You want me to beg, pretty girl?” I unbutton my suit jacket and toss it to the ground.

“I don’t just want you to beg. ” She walks back slowly toward the couch, collapsing into the seat as she unbuttons her blouse.

“Crawl.” She sighs, spreading her thighs, giving me a mouthwatering show of the fact that she apparently went panty-less under her pencil skirt today.

I groan and do as I’m told, keeping an eye on my prize as I stalk toward her on my hands and knees.

“So sexy when you’re on your knees for me, mi amor.

” She bites down on her lip and I reach down to flick the button of my pants, giving the erection suffocating in there some room to move.

When I’m almost at my destination, she raises a heel and presses it against my shoulder.

“Off,” she whispers, or rather, pants. I take my time, deliberately holding eye contact, letting my fingers tease her ankle, her calf as I remove the first heel and then the other.

Her chest rises and falls as her breaths grow short and I can’t help but smirk.

This is my favorite part about Rosie taking control.

The point when she snaps and ends up falling to her knees, begging for me to make her come.

We stay there for a heated second, and then a little whimper rises in her throat as I trail my fingers from her claves to her inner thigh.

I send a quick prayer to the fashion gods before gripping the hem of her skirt and ripping.

Right to the top, baring her pussy to me. Soaked and so ready for me.

“You look fucking delicious, pretty girl.”

“You haven’t begged yet, hotshot.” She’s for real panting, and I continue the trail of my fingers up her thigh.

“Oh?” I lean down and press my lips to the inside of her knee, letting my tongue dart out as I lick a short line up the inside of her thigh, breathing on the wet spot and relishing in the wave of goose pimples that spread across her skin.

“Look how needy you are, Rosebud.” I sigh, unable to look away from where she is begging for my touch. But not until she is the one to beg.

“Caleb.” Here we go.

“Hmm?” I find her pleading eyes, her cheeks flushed, and then I tsk. “Rosie. Remember what happens when we leave the bra on?” Her eyes grow wide as I reach forward and tear it from her body.

“Caleb!” She gasps, and I know she’s trying to be pissed, but she’s also so incredibly turned on.

“I’ll buy you another one, let me look at you.

” I use a finger to push her chest back against the couch, her legs squirming as she tries to lock me out of them.

I tsk at her again. “Uh-uh, pretty girl. This is for me.” I pry her legs open and reach forward, swiping a finger over her puckered nipple and pinching it.

Clocking the hitch in her breath and loving the way the arch of her back forces her hips to swivel and move her pussy closer to me.

“ Please .” There it is.

“Please? What do you need, Rosebud.”

“Touch me. Please, touch me.”

“Who do you want to touch you?” I whisper the words, letting my fingers trail against her other nipple, leaning forward to blow soft cool air against her aching pussy and feeling her thighs grip my sides from where I kneel between her legs.

“ Fuck .” She sits up slightly, her eyes searing into mine. “My husband.” Her devilish smile takes full control. “Please, I want my husband to make me come.”

I’m a fucking goner.

With some kind of animalistic growl leaving my throat, I descend on her, lapping at her, finding her as needy as I knew she would be. I let my tongue tease her clit and lick her from her core to her peak, savoring her and the way she moves.

“Fuck, I love this pussy. I love you. ”

“Yes, mi amor. ” She moans, her fingers tightening in my hair as she grips and pulls, her hips bucking as she rides my tongue. I groan, reaching a hand down to free my cock, briefly relieving the pain of being stuck behind the zipper before latching my lips around her clit and sucking.

“Oh God. Caleb! Yes, there, fuck .” Because I know her body better than my own, I’m ready for her next demand. “Finge— Ah! ” I slide two fingers in, turning and curling them to find the?—

“ There, fuck!” I love how verbal my girl is. I toy with her clit, slowly stroking the sweet spot as her thighs squeeze my head.

“I’m going to… fuck. ” She hitches forward, and when I feel her pussy latch onto my fingers, I find her clit with my tongue, giving it a playfully little lick before I pinch it carefully between my teeth and she’s off like a rocket.

She screams my name as I continue to fuck her with my fingers and my tongue, her hips bucking wildly against my face as she rides out her high.

I smile pleasantly at the look of sheer delight as she falls limp against the couch.

“That was.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, and then she smiles lazily down at me. I peel my shirt from my chest, my pants next, and then move to standing. I grip her by the waist and her knees, wrapping her legs around my waist as I turn and head for the bed.

To our room.

In our apartment.

So I can make love to my wife.

“ Tú me haces feliz, mi amor ,” she whispers in my ear as I hold her close to my body.

I hold her tighter, feeling the love I have for this woman nearly take me out at the knees. “ Eres mi sueno hecho realidad. ”

And I mean every word. Because Rosie is my dream becoming reality.

And now, she’s my wife.