Page 75 of Desperate Measures
And that’s why I release the headboard and wrap myself around him. “I love you. I’m yours, Daddy. Just yours.”
He finally buries his face in my neck and goes still. For half a second, I think he’s orgasmed, but he slowly starts moving again. “I’m not taking care of you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“I like everything you do to me. Even when I hate it.”
His laugh makes me moan. Finally, Jafar props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me. “I’ll never admit to insecurity. But if I were a man who’d admit as much, it’s possible that Abel Paine made me feel it…and jealous.”
I nod solemnly. “I’m shocked to learn that you’re actually human. Very, very shocked.”
“Brat.”
“Yes.” I wiggle a little. “I suppose you should do something about that.”
His expression goes downright forbidding. “I suppose I should.” He pulls out of me and then he’s hauling me up and over his lap and delivering a stinging slap to my ass. “Bad girls get spanked. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m sorry, Daddy!” I apologize even as I arch back to take the next strike.
This is perfection. This is exactly what I need, what we both need. This is us.
When Jafar finally stops spanking me, my ass is on fire and I’m practically begging for his cock again. This time, when he presses into me, he’s holding me just as close as I’m holding him. He’s here with me, not driving away the fear of me leaving him.
When we finally exhaust ourselves, he changes the bedding and tucks us in together. I snuggle up against his chest and hook my leg over his hips. “Jafar, I have a question.”
“Mmm?” He sifts his fingers through my hair.
I lift myself up enough to see his face. “Will you marry me?”
He goes stock-still. “Don’t toy with me, Yasmina.”
“I mean it.” I let him see the truth on my face. This isn’t a joke, isn’t a bratty thing. It’s earnest. “It’s been over a year. I… I thought I wanted to wait, but you’re right. There’s always going to be some new challenge, someone looking to capitalize on my position. There’s no reason to wait. I love you. I want you to be my husband. I want to be your wife.”
Jafar shifts to the side and pulls open the nightstand. He lifts out a square black box. “You know, I had intended to plan something special when you finally said you were ready.”
“Sorry?”
“I’m not.” He opens the box and reveals a ring with a massive ruby framed by diamonds. “It made me think of you.”
“It’s perfect,” I breathe.
He slides it onto my finger, and of course, it fits just as perfectly. Jafar rolls me onto my back and kisses me. “Yasmina. Baby girl. Wife.” Another kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I dig my hands into his hair and tow him back to my mouth. “Forever, Jafar.”
“Forever.”
