Page 170 of Sins of the Father

“Even better. Wear the shoes.”

I softly laugh, go into the closet, put it on, then slink over to him. He’s standing by the window with his hand in his pocket, overlooking the city.

I clear my throat.

He licks his lips as his eyes wander over my body. The intensity of his stare burns as much as the day I visited him in his office and took off my dress. “Spin,” he demands and twirls his finger in the air.

I turn, and he steps behind me and puts his hand around my hip. His index finger strokes my slit, stirring up all my flutters and tingles. He moves my hair and puts his lips near my ear. “You know how you tell me all the time you love me?”

I tilt my head up and reach behind him, clasping his neck. “Yeah, because I do.”

He gently brushes his lips to mine. “I love you, too.”

I smile. “I know.”

“Do you love me enough that you want to be my wife?”

I freeze. “Are you asking me?”

He spins me and kneels, takes my hand, and holds a sparkling ring in front of me. “Yes. I’d be lost without you, Harper. You’re my soul, and every moment I have, I want to spend with you.”

Tears fall down my cheeks.

His blue eyes, that I’ll never get enough of, are full of love and the look he reserves only for me. “When I laid eyes on you, I felt something I never had before. You called it an ache, and no matter how much time passes, it only intensifies. Until I die, I’ll worship and take care of you, if you’ll let me. Will you marry me?”

I nod, put my hands on his cheeks, and kiss him, choking out, “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes,” I laugh and wipe my face.

He slides the ring on my finger and kisses me with all the fire as always. He pulls back. “It’s time to make good on my promise.”

“Your promise?”

His eyes twinkle with heat. “I just said I’ll worship you.” He leans forward and licks my ear. “I’m going to keep you hot...” he sucks on my lobe, “...and wet...”

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