Page 63 of Love Me in the Dark
Rafe stands up, pulling me with him before gently taking the book I’m reading from my hands. The corners of his delectable and unreasonably tempting lips pull up in a smirk as he reads the title.
“The Godfather by Mario Puzo,” he muses. “Excellent choice.”
“You’ve read it?” I ask, surprise marring my words.
He places the book on the small table next to us and pulls me closer, making sure my body is flush against his. “I’m more than just a pretty face,” he rasps.
That’s all it takes for my pussy to flutter and my nipples to bead. “Oh, no you don’t,” I say, accusingly. Taking a step back, I put some distance between us. “I need a break.”
The grin spreading across his face is pure masculine pride, and it doesn’t help my nether region relax in the slightest.
“I know,” he says, making a show of shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit pants. “That’s why I’m allowing you to return to the bakery.”
Arching an eyebrow, I fold my arms over my tits. “You’re allowing it, are you?”
He grins. “That’s what I said.”
I huff. “Look, I might have agreed I’m yours, but you also agreed you’re mine. That means we make decisions together, Rafe. No more caveman shit.”
“Is that so?” he challenges.
Nodding, I say, “Yes.”
I don’t move or speak until he lets out a deep sigh and says, “Fine, I can agree to that.” I try not to let my happiness show. “But I need you to wear your collar. There’s a tracker in it, and?—”
“A what?” I shriek.
“Calm down,” he growls. “It’s for your protection and my peace of mind. If I don’t know where you are, I can’t let you out of my sight.”
The words should bother me, but how can they? This proves how much he’s treasuring me.
“Fine,” I snap. “But I want a way to track you as well.”
“God, I hoped you’d say that,” he says, pulling a small jewelry box from his pocket before dropping to one knee.
My mouth becomes slack as he removes the lid to reveal the two small white gold rings inside. “What’s that?” I squeak. But Ihave my answer before he can give it to me. While similar, one ring is larger than the other, and the smallest one is obviously more feminine. “Are you asking me to marry you?”
He chuckles darkly. “No.” I refuse to acknowledge the disappointment that hits me at his refusal. “We’ll get married eventually, that’s a given. But these both have trackers inside them.”
“Oh,” I gasp.
Moving closer, I pick up the one meant for me, laying it in the palm of my hand so I can really look at it. It’s gorgeous. A simple white gold band encrusted with diamonds. It’s perfect.
“Let me put it on you,” he rasps.
I hand him the ring and hold my hand out so he can easily slide it onto my ring finger. As soon as he’s done, I drop to one knee and do the same to him. Then I interlace our fingers, marveling at how good we look together.
“Perfect,” I sigh happily. “Pure perfection.”
Rafe laughs. “I believe it’s tradition to seal the deal with a kiss.” When I lean forward and tip my head up, he shakes his head. “Get up.”
Doing as he says, I stand, waiting for him to follow me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in and presses his lips to my pussy, inhaling deeply.
“These are the lips I want to kiss right now.”
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Alina
