Page 240 of Make the Play

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he murmurs. “What it’d look like.”

“Whatwhat’dlook like?”

“Marrying you.”

I stare at him as he presses me to the wall with one arm, fucking me deep and slow.

“I want it,” he says. “The ring. The vows. You in white, saying yes for real.”

My heart slams into my ribs as I try to form words, because this motherfucker isserious.

“I’ll drop to a knee if you want. Take you to Paris or rent a fucking hot air balloon—whatever. But right now?” Another thrust, eyes locked with mine. “I’m asking you like this.”

“Chase—”

“I wanna marry you, baby,” he rasps. “You. Me. Forever.”

My knees slacken around him as is hand slips between us again, grinding tight circles over my clit while he pounds into me with enough force to shake the shelf behind us.

“Say yes,” he demands.

“You’re—you’reinsane.”

“And you love it.”

Another thrust.

“I’ll buy a ring tomorrow.”

He slams in again, then holds, eyes still on mine.

“Say yes and I’ll fill you up right now. Let it drip down your thighs while you walk back out for a croissant.”

“You’re—god, you’re not actually—”

“Say it, Zo. Please.”

I stare at him and swallow. This isn’t a joke. Not a tease or a ruse. This man is begging, and goddamnit I want it. I want everything with him.

“Yes.”

His groan is sinful as he slams into me again. “Good girl. Now come on my cock, baby. Soak me.”

I come so hard I forget my own name. He fucks me through it, cursing against my throat, and when he comes too, it’s with my name on his lips and a promise carved into every gasp.

We’re still tangled together minutes later, pressed against a pantry wall with the scent of syrup and sex in the air. Wedon’t speak, not for a long minute. We just breathe, ragged and wrecked, fused together in the quiet aftermath. Eventually, he pulls back and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Still think I’m not serious?”

I sigh, adjusting my dress. “You’re not proposing after fake marrying me and defiling a pantry.”

“You say that like it’s not the hottest engagement in history.”

“You’re a menace.”

He grins. “Andyou’regonna marry me.”

I sigh. This man, this life. I didn’t plan for any of it.

But I'll say yes every damn time.

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