Page 125 of Prince Charming

“Are you happy, Anna? I can’t tell if I made you happy or pissed off.”

When she lifted her head, tears were rolling down her cheeks, she’d never looked so beautiful, he thought. He cupped her face, kissed them away.

“I feel like I might burst open,” she shared. And then, “it’s happiness, Luke. I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Can’t you? Would do anything for you. Any-fucking-thing to see you happy. Though, maybe not with all the waterworks ‘cause it’s making me itchy.”

She smiled and kissed his lips suddenly. “How much were they?”

“Don’t remember.”

“Tag! I need to know what I owe you.”

Narrowing his eyes, Tag took her chin between finger and thumb. “Not a fucking penny, you got it?”

“Luke, I have to.”

“I wanted to help you and it turned out I knew someone who could do that, so it all worked out fine.”

“I can’t let you pay. It’s my responsibility.”

“Darlin’.” He started, rubbing his lips over her soft cheek, holding her hip to keep her close. “I have a lot of money and I don’t spend it on jack shit. You’re important to me, your family is important to you. I wanna see you happy. That means you’re not gonna be stubborn about this. It’s done.” She was gonna go off when she knew he was paying for the flights too.

Her tears started again. He didn’t know what to do. He’d wanted to see his woman’s emotions, but he couldn’t deal with tears. He wanted to wrestle bears and bring her balloons and books to make them stop. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him the tightest hug he’d ever felt in his life.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Tag. I can’t thank you enough for what you’ve done for me.”

“My pleasure, darlin’. You wanna go throw some clothes on and we can head down to the FedEx place to get them sent off.”

She said a slew of Russian he didn’t understand as she jumped up. “Oh, my god.” She switched to English. “Will they… will they really work?”

He had confidence or he wouldn’t have told her about them. “Yeah,” he grinned, “move your little butt.”

She flung herself at him again, kissing all over his face. “Thank you, baby boy. You really are agoodman.”

He smacked her on the ass, and she giggled. His sad girl giggled, and he felt like a titan. “That’s an awful thing to say to me. When I’m fucking you later over my bike, your ass high in the air while you hold on to the seat, dare call me a good man again.” He threatened with a grin and a snap of his teeth.

Fuck, she was beautiful.

He could say it every minute of the day, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Her eyes sparkled, and she smiled until her cheeks stretched over her bones. Marianna leaned down and pressed their lips together. “I will pay you back somehow. Thank you so much, Luke.”

She scurried off, muttering Russian to herself. He heard her upstairs a few minutes later, talking on the phone. From the shrieks, it sounded like her family were excited too. They’d seen him a few times in the background, she’d introduced him as her friend and boss.

By the time her family got here, he wanted to be firmly planted as her man.

The rest of the day went just as good.

After he drove them home from the FedEx place, he fucked her in the garage as promised. And like he said, she didn’t call him a good man once. She couldn’t. By the time he was done railing her, then pulling free to come all over her bare ass, she was so worn out she all but climbed into his chest for him to carry her inside.

“My Prince Charming.” She purred.

Damn fucking right.

They booked flights. He stopped her protest by hitting confirm. Then he took Marianna on the couch, lifting her onto his lap, he told her to ride the fuck out of him.

No wonder he was loose-limbed by the time he strode into the club later that night after a call from Rider. He slapped hands with his prez.

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