Page 97 of Wild For You

I roll my eyes playfully. “Let’s be honest. You bribed and fired everyone.”

“Yes, but you were persistent, stubborn, and bossy, which ticked me off so bad it was either spank you or marry you.”

“My hard work’s paid off.” I let him spin me around one last time. “I can only hope you’ll keep your promise about bull riding because I don’t ever want to have to worry about your life. I couldn’t bear losing you.”

“I will. But what about skydiving?”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Boxing?”

“Absolutely not, Cash.”

“And what if I need to test drive Dillinger’s future offspring?”

“Seriously?” I glare at him even though I know he’s only joking. “Forget it.”

“What about trying out some weird sex positions?”

“Now we’re talking.” I lock my arms behind his head and pull him closer. “And what about taking me on a ride on your new motorcycle?”

“It’s not a motorcycle,” I repeat my father’s words. “It’s a Harley Davidson.”

“Of course. Let’s go then.”

“Now?”

“Now. Let’s keep it brief. Maybe an hour. No one will notice our absence.” My core begins to tingle at the prospect of Cash taking me to a secluded spot, and fucking me with my bridal gown gathered around my hips. The gown is huge with a corset that’s squeezing my lungs, but we’ll make it work.

His brows shoot up. “An hour? I only need thirty minutes.”

“Why thirty?”

“To make you come at least twice.” He winks, and a naughty glint appears in his eyes. “Let’s go. There’s still plenty of work lined ahead of us. I have to put my babies in you. Remember?”

“You didn’t just say that out loud for the whole world to hear,” I say, mortified. I’m pretty sure everyone around us has heard him. “Besides, I’m not squeezing four kids out of me. I’m not ready yet.”

“Yet, sweetheart. The keyword isyet. But someday…probably very soon.” He kisses me softly on the lips. “I’m wild for you, Erin Stone. As long as I breathe, I’ll make you happy, as long as you promise you’ll always be mine.”

I look into his beautiful green eyes.

His eyes shimmer, piercing into my heart, seeking my soul.

He’s beautiful.

Breathtaking.

Unforgettable.

And so deliciously close he’s stealing my breath away.

“I promise,” I whisper with two tears of happiness trickling down my cheeks. “I promise I’ll always be yours.”

“Always?”

“Always.” Closing my eyes, I press my mouth against his, bathing in the sea of emotions, forgetting the world around us, thanking my lucky stars, and all the people in his life who’ve brought us together.

Even Dillinger, in a twisted kind of way.

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