Page 55 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
Mabel jolted. “Oh.” She seemed anxious again, now that time was up. “Okay. Umm… Should we go upstairs?”
“Do you want your ring afterwards, then?”
As he anticipated, that question got her right past her nerves. “No, I should have my ring,now.” She turned to face him. “You’ve been insisting we’re getting married all day, but I still haven’t gotten an actual proposal.”
“It’s not an insinuation. It’s a fact.”
“Not without a ring, it’s not.”
He leaned closer, pressing tight to her body.
Mabel’s eyes got wider, automatically shifting backwards and coming up against the desk. Trapped.
Boyd smirked. Nowthey were getting someplace.
Chapter Sixteen
Slapping on a Manacle: (1920s slang) Wearing a wedding ring
Boyd was ready to slap a manacle on his bride.
He reached into the top desk drawer and grabbed the velvet ring box. He could’ve found it blindfolded, because he looked at it constantly, brooding over the fact it wasn’t on her finger, yet.
“Every day, I watch you sitting at your desk in the warehouse.” He told her quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I imagine walking right over there, and ripping those ugly clothes off you, and sinking into your soft body, just as deep as I can go.”
“You should have asked me whatIthought of that idea.” She gazed up at him, like she was hypnotized. “I would have said ‘yes’ to all of it.”
He flipped open the velvet box and held it up. “Say ‘yes’ now.”
“Yes.” She whispered, not even glancing at the ring.
The clanging sound of hitting three cherries on a slot machine sounded in his head.
Boyd finally had it all. There were always up and downs in the life of a gambler, but there wouldneverbe another payout like this one. Not for Boyd. He’d won the grand prize.
There was no way they were making it to a bed.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house.” He grasped her waist, lifting her onto the desktop. “We’re gonna start with this one.” He bent to kiss her, then hesitated. “Heckyou in every room of the house.” He corrected, trying to focus through the pounding lust.
“No, it’s okay. You can fuck me.” Mabel grabbed hold of his tie and dragged his head down to hers.
He grinned against her lips, needing her like he’d never needed anything. “I’m changing my mind about the costumes. Forget about dressing like a nurse or an aviator.”
“As if I was going to do that anyway.” She helped him struggle out of his shirt, buttons flying. “…Unless you dressed as a pirate.”
That made him laugh. “I’ll dress however you want. You, though…? I’m happiest when you’re naked.” His pants were gone, next. He shucked them off, without even seeing where they landed.
Mabel’s gaze went to his erection and then quickly jerked away. Worry seemed to flicker over her face.
Boyd slowed down, so she could get her bearings. …And so he could enjoy the sight of her sitting before him. He slipped the straps of her nightgown down, baring her breasts to his hungry gaze. “You’re so beautiful.”
She opened her mouth, like she wanted to argue. But then she changed her mind. “Thank you.” She murmured instead.
That was progress.
He shifted her forward, so he could free her from the rest of the fabric blocking his view. Boyd tossed the white silk over his shoulder. His eyes went straight to the triangle of dark curls he’d been fantasizing about for months. He hadn’t seen any of her, when they were trapped in that coffin. Christ, he’d wanted to, though. She was elegant, and she smelled like magic, and it really was a fantasy moment for him.
“Perfect.” He said with deep feeling.
