Page 13 of Unexpected Redemption

“I love you, babe.” I lick my lips, nervous excitement and adoration blasting every cell. “I can say that, at least. Andyes. I can say yes too. So yes. I accept. I want all that.”

“I’m not proposing now. You deserve something way better than my couch after a meal I didn’t even cook for you.”

The disappointment yanks my shoulders and the corners of my mouth down before I can stop it. “Oh. Okay.”

“I have to take care of the first two things before I can have the third.”

“I see. I see.” I nod approximately twenty-two-hundred times while frantically grasping for a shred of composure after he rendered me brain-dead. “That makes sense.”

“Lettie, I can’t very well propose until I get your father’s permission. And he’s not exactly in the mood to give that now. Certainly not to me.”

“Very funny.” My smirk and eye roll combination is on point, if I do say so myself. I don’t even need a mirror to tell you that.

“Oh!” His face perks up like he got struck with a memory or took a gong to the head. “I do have something else, though.” He squeezes my hips. “Hop up for a second.”

My mouth stays fastened shut while I shuffle off his lap. If I speak, I’ll continue embarrassing myself, accepting nonexistent proposals.

When he darts into his bedroom, which I guess is ours now, I follow. It’s not like I’ve suddenly mastered my ability to resist impulsivity.

As I enter the room, he comes out of his closet with a small, flat box in his hand. A purple silky ribbon tied in a bow around it. “Please sit, sugar.” He tips his chin toward the bed.

My feet attempt to lurch me in that direction like a good girl, but my vision has locked on what’s in his hands. “What’s that?”

His sexy smile spreads until it pulls at his cheeks. “Sit, and I’ll show you.”

I roll my eyes with extra flamboyance, feigning irritation. “Bossy.”

With an open palm, he smacks my ass when I slip past him.

“Hey,” I squeal, my hands covering my butt cheeks.

Although I attempt to shoot him a glare, it’s probably more like a confused baby koala face. I’m too damn sappy for him to be a brat right now.

Lowering to the edge of the bed, I wait like a good girl.

And then my jaw drops to the floor, bounces back up, and smacks me right between the eyes.

He is kneeling.

What the hell is he trying to do to me tonight?

“Babe, if you aren’t about to propose, then get off your knees. My heart can only take so much. It’s firing warning shots all over the place.” I place both hands on my chest. “It’s like someone was smoking too close to a 4th of July fireworks tent inside here.”

He doesn’t get up.

I’m so confused.Working title for act three of my autobiography.

Chapter 3

Game, set, match

TOMER

Iprobably shouldn’t mess with her right now. Yet the look on her gorgeous face makes it impossible for me to get off my knee.

Besides, I need to be down here for this.Some Doms reverse the positioning, making their subs kneel.

But Lettie’s not my sub. She’s the love of my fucking life, and I’ll kneel before her until the end of time.

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