“Two million dollars, huh?” I whistled. “You weren’t joking about paying for that flawless rating.”
Lorraine didn’t look the least bit contrite. “Eh, you’re getting off easy when you consider the two-month rule.”
“Two-month rule?” I echoed, having no idea what she was talking about.
“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you’re not familiar with it since you always said you’d never get married.” She shook her head as she finished packing up the rest of her stuff. “But the general rule of thumb is that the guy should spend two months’ worth of his salary on the engagement ring.”
I couldn’t really complain about the two mil I was going to send to her account, then. Since it didn’t come close to what I made in two months, I was just going to have to go all out on the wedding instead. Once I got Morgan to agree.It only took Lorraine two weeks to create the perfect ring for Morgan. Shawn had picked it up from her this morning, and I already felt like it was burning a hole in my pocket. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect since we already had plans for a romantic dinner at home tonight. I just amped up my plans a little by setting everything up on the patio and adding a fuck ton of flowers and candles to the table.
By the time Morgan joined me outside, I was pacing back and forth with my hands in my pockets. Her eyes went wide, and her lips formed a perfect circle that made me think about sliding my cock between them when she gasped, “Oh!”
“Hey, beautiful.” I strode across the patio and took her hands in mine, tugging her closer and bending my head to claim her lips in a deep kiss. I felt her curvy body melt against mine, and all my plans for how I wanted to ask her to be my wife flew out the window. I didn’t want to wait until after we had the five-course gourmet meal I’d had catered. Didn’t care if the heart-shaped, flourless chocolate cake I’d ordered from Il Cielo wasn’t on the table when I got down on one knee to propose. None of that mattered. She was here, and that was the only thing that I needed. Well, that and the ring in my pocket.
I kept my gaze locked on Morgan’s face and her hands in mine as I bent my knees and knelt before her. I watched as the realization of what I was about to do filled her gorgeous blue eyes. “Holy crap! Is this really happening?”
“I hope so”—I pulled the ring box from my pocket and flipped it open with my thumb—“or else I bought this for nothing.”
“Oh, my God!”
Her eyes filled with tears, and her knees buckled. I caught her before she crumpled to the ground and gathered her in my arms. Lowering my other knee, I held her close with one hand as I took the ring out of the box with the other and placed it on the tip of her finger. “Morgan Kelly, it’s a well-known fact that I didn’t believe in love and forever before I met you, but now I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I’m sure there will be tough times in our relationship, worse than what we faced with Kerri, since our careers mean we live in the limelight, but I know we’ll be able to tackle them head-on if we face them together. Because you’re the one for me, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I don’t ask you to spend yours with me. Say you’ll be mine in every way possible.”
“Yes! Yes! Yes,” she cried as I slid the ring farther onto her finger. As soon as it was in place, she threw her arms around my neck. I tumbled backward with her sprawled on top of me. “Of course, I’ll marry you,” she breathed against my neck.
Her enthusiastic response had my dick as hard as a rod. The stone tiles under my body were way too hard for us to have sex out here, so I surged to my feet and took her with me. The food was all in the warmer in the kitchen and would hold there for at least a couple of hours. By the time we finished celebrating our engagement, we’d be more than ready to eat.
Carrying Morgan through the French doors and into our family room, I poured all of my emotions into our kiss. We collapsed in a heap onto the oversized couch and ripped away our clothes, both of us frantic in our desperation. Rolling onto my back, I set Morgan astride me and moaned when I felt how wet she was. “Fuck, beautiful. You’re already ready for me, aren’t you?”