Page 140 of Inside the Wicked

I don’t miss a beat.

“I want you—everything about you.”

“Tell me you’ll never regret choosing me.”

“I’ll never regret it.”

“Tell me you’ll love me even in the times you hate me.”

“Rhett, why are you saying this?”

“Please.”

“I love you. I’ll always love you.”

Rhett dips a hand into his pocket, producing a small black velvet box. My eyes widen on it, and my breath catches.

“Is it the proposal I’m thinking of this time?” I breathe.

He flips the lid open, and I’m stunned by the unique beauty.

“The diamond is from my mother’s ring, but I wanted you to have your own design. Something that’s ours.”

Two snakes give the illusion of twisting over the silver shank, their heads meeting in the center. Two ruby side stones compliment the brilliant square-cut diamond center stone.

“Who knew bodyguards came with taste?” I say, tearing up.

I blink my eyes clear to gawk at the most perfect ring I’ve ever seen. It’s not just me reflected in it; it’s both of us.

“I was going to wait until all this was over, but we never know when that last tomorrow might be,” he says somberly. Taking the ring from the box, he slips that back in his pocket before taking my hand and sliding the ring on.

“I’m glad you didn’t wait,” I choke. “But we’re going to have so many more tomorrows, Rhett Kaiser.”

He kisses me hard. Claiming. It turns desperate and needy, and before I can feel movement my back is pressed to the wall. I grip his hair, his jacket. My leg hooks around him and he pins it to him.

“Want to go home?” he murmurs breathily over my neck.

“No,” I rasp.

“Anyone could come up here.”

My lust only surges at that with inspired adrenaline. “Better be quick then,” I say.

“Such a bad girl.” Rhett’s hand slips between us. “Did you wear a skirt on purpose?”

“Maybe.”

I’m not wearing tights since the night is warm, and I moan at his fingers teasing me over my underwear. “This isn’t being quick,” I whine, only desperate to relieve the growing ache for an orgasm.

“I never agreed I would be.” He pulls up my skirt, and the cool air wraps around my ass. “We could get a room downstairs,” he suggests, but he doesn’t stop devouring me.

“After,” I say, eyes closing and back arching into his touch when he untucks my tank top and reaches for my breast.

“Good idea.”

Rhett kneels, pulling my panties down with him. Then he hooks my leg over his shoulder and his tongue lashes my pussy, drawing out a cry from me with the burst of pleasure. My hand threads through his hair and my hips push into his assault.

His fingers tease my entrance until one pushes inside, so achingly teasing.

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