by Marcia James
“I love you, Dominique.”
Tears stung her eyes and her heart swelled at the words. She’d never grow tired of hearing them. But his next statement stunned her.
“Marry me.”
“What?” She gasped as his cock rubbed against her core.
“Say you’ll marry me.” His jaw clenched with the effort to hold still. “I want to make love to my future wife.”
“This is—” She broke off with a moan as Dalton slid his erection across her wet folds. “Damn you, this is sexual blackmail.”
“Say ‘yes’,” he ordered, teeth gritted as his cock probed her flesh.
“Yes!”
Domino arched to meet him as he surged inside, stretching her and stealing her breath. Dalton gripped her hips, thrusting deep again and again, his control shattered. When she climaxed, he shouted, a triumphant sound that almost drowned her scream of pleasure.
She surrendered to sensation, her mind distantly registering his body bowing in intense release. And as they shuddered with sensual aftershocks, she felt him press his face into her hair and sigh.
Domino listened to their breathing, enjoying the warm weight of his body and his musky scent. She felt protected, something she hadn’t realized she craved, and well loved. Turning her head, she nuzzled his neck. How would he react if she gave him a love bite? It might be fun to find out.
“That tickles.” He rolled them both onto their sides. When she shot him a wicked smile, he groaned. “What’s going on in that sexy mind of yours?”
“I was wondering if anyone would notice if I borrowed one of the tickle kits from the club.”
“No. No way.” Dalton shook his head. “Besides, paybacks are hell. How would you like it if I took some of the nipple clamps to use on you?”
“I’m not into pain.” Dom leaned forward to nibble on his lower lip. “Maybe we can borrow some shackles.”
“But we both own handcuffs,” Dalton pointed out.
“Yeah, but they’re not fur-lined.” Domino laughed, warmed when he joined in. “I have this fantasy about cuffing you to my kitchen table, decorating your body with tiramisu and licking you all over. I want to taste you when you—”
With a growl, he captured her mouth and explored it so thoroughly, her body clamored for round two. Breathless from the kiss, they broke apart.
“Yep, there’s definitely some residual Mistress Bella in there,” Dalton said. “But I don’t mind. I fell in love with the entire package—the no-nonsense agent, the generous lover, the romantic who decorated your girly bedroom—”
Dom punched his arm and he grinned.
“I even fell in love with the bossy Bella,” Dalton said, “and I want to spend the rest of my life getting to know all of you.” He reached across her to pull an item out of his pants pocket. It was a small white jeweler’s box. “And sexual blackmail or not, you said ‘yes’.”
Opening the box, he took out a ring that flashed brilliant in the light and shocked Domino speechless. Fiery diamond baguettes circled the yellow gold band. He held out the striking ring.
Her mouth went dry. This is real. Dalton wants to marry me.
When she didn’t speak or reach for the ring, Dalton cleared his throat. The nervous gesture brought tears to her eyes.
“It’s called an eternity ring,” he explained. “Not your usual engagement ring but I thought…well, I want to spend eternity with you. Besides, since it’s smooth all the way around, it won’t catch on your holster.”
That did it. Dom’s tears spilled over and she launched herself at him, pushing him flat on his back.
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” She kissed his face as he chuckled, obviously relieved. “I want eternity with you too.”
He sobered as he took her left hand and raised it to his lips. Then Dalton slipped the ring onto her third finger where it rested warming against her skin. Perfect.
“I hope you don’t like long engagements,” he said.
Domino looked from the sparkling diamonds to the sparkle in his eyes. Nothing had ever felt as right as loving this man. “Doing anything next Saturday?”
A grin split Dalton’s face. “Just tell me when and where to be. I’m at your command.”
About the Author
Marcia James, when she isn’t penning romantic comedies with elements of mystery and suspense, is a freelance video scriptwriter and advertising copywriter. In addition to developing marketing and promotional materials, she writes romance articles for her local weekly newspaper. After years of dealing with such sexy topics as how to safely install traffic lights, Marcia is enjoying “researching” and plotting steamy love scenes for her romance novels with her husband and hero of many years.
Marcia welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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