She huffed then giggled giving him her full attention.
"Julia, I love you so much, it pains me sometimes.” He raised an eyebrow at her that made her snort. “And even though it took us years to finally come together, and even after all your smartass remarks, I still love you."
She smacked him on the chest as she laughed. "Um, Chase, this isn't quite what I had in mind when I was a little girl dreaming of how I'd be proposed to."
"The only way I can get your attention is if I'm a smartass right back to you. Now, shhh." He put a finger to her lips.
"Okay, okay, I'm listening," she acquiesced, kissing his finger before he pulled it away.
He took a deep breath then, fidgeting nervously with his tie.
Wait a minute. He was nervous! Oh, God! And then it finally hit her—he was proposing! Crap! Oh no! She knew she was going to lose it and start crying any second now.
"You mean everything to me, Julia. When I thought I'd lost you, I knew then how much you meant to me, and I swore that once I got you back, I'd never let you go. This is me not letting you go, baby. Please help me keep that promise and agree to be my wife." He pulled a box out of his pocket, opening it up and taking a ring out, looking at her expectantly.
Tears were now falling freely down her face as she sobbed out, "Of course. Of course I'll be your wife, Chase. I love you."
He put the ring on her finger knowing she'd made him the happiest he'd ever been. "Now let me show you how much I love you," he said, standing and easing her to lie back on the bed, then coming down to cover her body with his. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he told her, first kissing her tears away then moving his lips to hers and kissing her thoroughly.
“I’m the lucky one,” she said breathily, wrapping her arms around him.
“God, I love you.”
"I love you too. So, so much.” She couldn’t believe Chase would soon be her husband. And she’d be his wife. Wow. How domesticated were they becoming? Which reminded her. “Oh yeah. Dinner with Joe and Claire tonight," she murmured against his lips.
He moved back to look at her. "Don't feel like going out," he mumbled.
“No?” she asked as she grabbed his tie, pulling him back down to kiss her.
“No,” he replied, moving his lips down to her neck then her collarbone, as he slipped her suit jacket off her shoulders.
"Don't want Joe’s famous chicken Marsala?" she asked breathlessly as his hand found its way under her skirt.
He groaned when she arched up under him, her breasts pressing against his chest. She reached down and cupped him over his trousers, moving her hand over his hard length. “No.”
“I already promised Claire we’d be there,” she breathed out, trying to tease him a bit, but his mouth on her was very distracting.
“Don’t care.” He slowly unbuttoned her blouse, splaying it open to look at her gorgeous breasts, bending to bite her nipple through her lacy bra causing her to gasp.
“It’s Pictionary night, babe.” She moaned again when he pulled her bra down to expose her breasts to him, his mouth capturing a nipple between his lips. Oh, she was losing herself to him now; couldn’t keep up the teasing for much longer.
“No.”
“Don’t want to lose again?”
“Mm,” he grunted.
“But, babe, c’mon.”
“Julia, shut up,” he hissed out.
“But Pictionary…”
"Pictionary, my ass," he said in a graveled voice, pulling back to look down at her.
She ran her hand down over his toned backside digging her fingers in. "Now that, I could draw," she replied with a hoarse giggle.
His mouth came down hard on hers, passionately covering her lips, as both of them unthinkingly vowed through that one kiss that they would always be each other’s forever.
About the author:
Harper Bentley has taught high school English for 21 years. Although she’s managed to maintain her sanity regardless of her career choice, jumping into the world of publishing her own books goes to show that she might be closer to the ledge than was previously thought.
After traveling the nation in her younger years as a military brat, having lived in Alaska, Washington State and California, she now resides in Oklahoma with her teenage daughter, two dogs and one cat, happily writing stories that she hopes her readers will enjoy.
You can contact her at [email protected], on Facebook or follow her on Twitter @HarperBentley
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
About the author:
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