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Not the way we wanted it to happen.

At least, Sadie had informed her superiors of our relationship a couple of weeks ago after Amy threatened her, but I know what she’s worried about. The looks from everyone, and everyone wondering if I got my job by fucking my boss.

“It could have been better timed,” I admit.

She plants her forehead to my shoulder and shakes her head. “I never wanted anyone to hear us having sex. They’ll probably install cameras in here after they heard us.”

“Baby, they already know about us and yes, this wasn’t the best use of our work time, but I don’t think they’ll install camera’s in here. We’ll just have to lay low for a while before I ravage you again in your office. We can find somewhere else.”

I feel her turn to look up at me and when I look down at her, Sadie’s pouting. Fucking adorable. What isn’t on this woman?

“Now I’m going to have to be an even bigger bitch to you. Ugh,” she rolls her eyes. “I don’t even want to think about what everyone will be saying.”

“Don’t worry about what they’ll say. Are you ashamed of your relationship with me?” I’d been wanting to shout it from the rooftops that I was with the hottest woman in the world but had kept my mouth shut in respect for Sadie, and that she would know when the right time would be.

“If you would have asked me in the beginning then the answer would have been yes; I was insecure and felt like a cougar but now,” she holds her head up with her hands smiling at me. “I’m proud to call you my boyfriend and to have you on my arm.” She frowns, examining my face somberly. “Boyfriend doesn’t seem like the proper word to call you, but I don’t know what else there is. Lover seems seedy in our case. Nothing I can call you seems to properly convey what I feel for you. What you are to me.”

“And what am I to you?”

Without thought, she answers. “My world.”

“What about if you called me… husband?”

I keep my face neutral, but inside my heart is beating a mile a minute. Not once had we ever talked about marriage except her failed one. Sadie has never expressed she wants to get married again. Ever.

Blinking at me in surprise, Sadie opens and closes her mouth, and opens it again for it to hang open. When she finally speaks, it’s barely above a whisper. “Are you asking me to marry you?”

I can’t back out now.

“If the answer’s yes then yes, I’m asking you to marry me. First, you can call me fiancé unless you want to go to the courthouse or elope.”

Stop fucking talking! She’s going to change her name, and you’ll never see her again.

Her eyes spark with surprise.

“Well,” she draws out the word as she sits up, straddling me again. My dick twitches with her pussy so close. “I don’t think I have any plans this weekend,” she shrugs as if she’s talking about the weather, not becoming my future wife. “We could go to Vegas, have a little fun, and find a little white chapel.”

“What?” I ask stupefied, blinking up at her in question. Was she saying yes?

“I mean it doesn’t have to be this weekend if that doesn’t work for you.”

“Ummm, today works for me. Tomorrow. Any day of the week works for me if I get to keep you forever and call you my wife.”

“Are you sure? I can be a handful. Think of how crazy I am right before my period. Do you want to put up with that for the rest of your life? Because if you marry me there isn’t going to be a divorce, even if I make you gay.”

I can’t help but laugh. There’s no way in hell she’s ever turning me gay.

“I know what I’m getting myself into,” I nod, still unsure if she’s being serious or not because never in my wildest dreams did I think it would be this easy to get her to agree to marry me.

“Okay, I’ll look at plane tickets. We can leave after our Friday afternoon meeting and come back…” she looks over at her desk deep in thought. “Shit. I hadn’t thought that far ahead. We’ll probably want a honeymoon, right?”

She’s really going to marry me.

“Every day with you is a honeymoon.” I don’t need a honeymoon. All I need is her in my life and to become my wife. Now that the idea is in my head, I never wanted anything more in my life.

“That’s why I’m marrying you. You’re so damn sweet. And hot. And a sex god in bed. And...”

I cut her off by flipping her onto her back with me hovering over her.

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