Page 90 of Enemies to Lovers

“And if I did it right now?” I asked.

“I’d say no, unless you had a ring to follow up your question with,” she chirped.

My eyes sparkled as I said, “What makes you think I don’t have one?”

She tilted her head. “Do you have one, Copper?”

I reached into my pocket and produced a ring I’d been carrying around for months.

I’d gotten it the day after she’d moved in, knowing even then that I’d wanted her to be in my life permanently.

Her eyes widened as she stared at the ring.

She immediately snatched it out of my grasp and jammed it down onto her finger.

She held out her hand, her mouth wide, and said, “Holy shit, it fits!”

Laughing now, I pulled her into my arms and said, “Did you honestly think I wouldn’t know every single detail about you, especially when it comes to your body?”

“I’m just fluctuating in weight. Even I didn’t know what size I’d be.” She looped her arms around my neck and brought her lips close to mine. “Hey, Copper?”

“Yeah?” I asked, keeping that small bit of space between us.

“Are you going to ask me?” she asked.

“Asking means that I give you the option of saying no.” I bent forward until I spoke the last few words against her lips. “I don’t want the option available to you. But I will say this. You’re going to marry me. You’re going to be the mother of my children. You’re going to spend the rest of your life posting up on my office couch. You’re going to love me unconditionally. You’re going to stand by me. You’re going to let me adopt Holt. You’re going to love me until the end of your days. And in exchange, I’m going to marry you and give you everything I have to give. My love. My support. My strength. You only need to ask, and I’ll give it to you.”

She pressed forward. “What if I want you to kill someone for me?”

I growled and pressed my lips more firmly to hers, my tongue dancing over hers.

Pulling back only slightly, my lips wet with her taste, I said, “Just point them out, baby. I’ll take care of it.”

She giggled. “I’ll let you know if the desire ever arises.”

“We’ll get married at the courthouse tomorrow,” I declared.

Her eyes widened. “No church wedding?”

I grimaced as I said, “I guess if you want to.”

She snorted and pulled away, reaching for my helmet.

“Come down here.”

I hunched forward to allow her to put on my helmet, then tighten the strap around my chin.

She tied it too tight, but I didn’t tell her that.

Instead, I winked at her.

“That’s not too tight?” she asked.

“No, it’s perfect,” I lied.

“And as to tomorrow,” she said as she let my head go. “I’ll get married under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” I asked.

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