“It’s just… well, I was only a girlfriend for a few days. Now I’m a bride-to-be.”
“I’d like for you to be a wife as soon as possible.”
She pulls back, her eyes beguiled, and then she murmurs, “You really want to be married to me.”
“Um, that’s kind of why I bought the ring and proposed,” I joke, and she smiles while blushing.
“I just mean—you’re nothing like you were when I met you.”
“I know. That’s why I love you.”
Her lips attack mine as she climbs up to straddle me in her daring little dress. I grip her ass and jerk her to my pulsating middle, begging to get inside her, feel her tightness.
Trip whimpers, reminding us this isn’t something a kid wants to see his parents doing, and Ash and I both laugh against each other’s lips.
“I fully expect to finish this later.”
“Definitely,” she promises as we turn down the driveway and head toward the house.
She reaches over to start unbuckling Trip just as we park in front of the house. I step out first to hold the door open for her, and she leans against me as my arm wraps around her.
Troy grabs the painting for us, and gingerly carries it inside, staying ahead of us. The door shuts behind him as my smile blooms.
Trip coos as he plays with Ash’s hair, and I feel the excitement sparking as we walk through the door.
***
Ashiara
I squeal lightly as several unexpected suctioning pops ring out and champagne corks fly to the ceiling as we walk in. I start laughing happily when I see the assembly of ready-to-celebrate friends.
“Congratulations!” they all scream in unison, excitement teeming in their tone.
“Thanks,” I giggle while very dramatically flashing around my dazzling ring.
“So, drink up. Trip is sleeping with us tonight so the two of you can really celebrate,” Shannon chirps while pouring a glass full of champagne and handing it to me.
My eyes turn to meet the smolderin
g ones burning through me, and I murmur, “That sounds good,” in my sexiest voice.
She pulls Trip from my arms just as Tag’s arms wrap around me and his lips devour mine. I throb for his touch to get stronger, and then his phone buzzes.
“Don’t answer it,” I almost beg.
“I have to. Security has to call me if anything is wrong.”
I huff and pout, making him smile and kiss me quickly before answering.
“Yeah, Troy, what’s going on?” He pauses for several seconds, and then his lips tighten, promising our moment of celebration is about to be soured. “Yeah. Send him on through.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as he pulls the phone down.
“The detective is here.”
Crap.
He turns around just as Troy opens the door, and in walks the stern-faced detective.