He does none of that. I watch as he walks over to his dresser and pulls open a drawer, withdrawing something small from within before he shuts it. He ambles back over to the bed, completely naked and one hundred percent casual about it, leaning over to flick on the lamp before he takes my hand.
And proceeds to get on one knee.
“What are you doing?” I squeak.
“Listen to me.” He squeezes my hand and I go completely still. Utterly quiet. “I love you, Sylvie. So damn much. I barely remember a time when I didn’t love you. I’m probably rushing this, but fuck it. I bought you a ring.” He holds it out to me with his other hand, and I gasp.
It’s a giant, deep red ruby flanked by diamonds on either side. It’s bold and outrageous and exactly what I’ve always wanted.
“Will you marry me?” he asks as I stare at the ring, too overwhelmed to speak. I lift my gaze to his, noting the nervousness I see there.
I throw myself at him again, making him fall backward onto the floor, the ring dropping as well. I rain kisses all over his face, murmuring “I love you” over and over again, until he’s laughing and trying to get away from me.
“You didn’t answer my question,” he’s finally able to say when I stop kissing him everywhere.
“Yes.” I straddle him, his thickening cock nestled between my legs. I thrust my hips forward, hissing out a breath when I feel him nudge against me. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He glances around, his brows furrowed. “Where’s the ring?”
I look around too, until I spot it to my right, lying on the carpet just out of reach. I lean over him, my tits in his face as I grapple for the ring, and a jolt runs through me when he draws a nipple into his mouth, sucking it deep.
“Spencer,” I chastise, though my voice is weak.
I don’t really mean it. It feels too good, his lips on my skin. Tugging and pulling, his tongue lashing. I clutch the ring in my fist, my eyes falling closed when he switches to my other nipple, and I tilt my head down, watching him.
He eventually releases my nipple with an audible pop, his heated gaze locked on mine. “Where is it?”
I hold it between my fingers in front of his face. He snatches it from me. “Give me your hand.”
I do as he asks, holding my breath when he slowly slides the ring on my finger.
It’s a perfect fit.
“I saw it, and immediately knew it was yours,” he admits.
I stare at my hand, at the deep red ruby that’s so large it practically covers my whole knuckle. “I love it.”
“I love you.”
The depth of emotion in his voice threatens to send me into tears. I kiss him instead, clutching his beloved face with my hands, my tongue delving deep, searching his mouth. We kiss and kiss, rubbing against each other, our skin heated, our bodies ready.
Eventually, I readjust myself, sliding down his thick cock until he fills me completely. We lie there, his body throbbing inside mine, our gazes catching. He kisses me before he shifts up into a sitting position, me on his lap, my legs winding around his waist, his erection still embedded inside me.
“You belong to me,” he whispers in my ear, his hands on my hips guiding me. “There is nothing I won’t do for you, Syl. Not a single thing. You’re my everything.”
I wind my arms around his neck, my mouth finding his, devouring him. I love how protective he is of me. How safe I feel when we’re together. I don’t want anyone else.
Just him.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips. “I can’t wait to be your wife. But I need something from you.”
“Anything.” He pulls me down, his cock going as deep as it can get, making me moan.
Making me forget for the briefest moment what I want from him.
But I can’t forget. I need this one last thing.
“Be truthful with me.” He tries to kiss me, but I dodge his seeking lips. “Tell me what you do. For your father. For the family business. I deserve to know the truth, Spence.”