At the Billionaire's Beck and Call?(59)

By: Rachel Bailey


He handed her the box and she opened it to find a princess cut pale blue solitaire diamond. “It’s perfect,” she whispered, her eyes misting up.

He slipped it on her finger and then kissed her again. “I knew I didn’t want a fancy setting or other stones around it, just a strong, beautiful diamond that needed no other adornment. Like you.”

She looked at the ring on her finger, then at the man who’d placed it there, and her love for him threatened to overwhelm her. She wrapped her calves around his thighs and pulled him as close as she could, needing him more than ever.

“Ryder,” she whispered past a ball of emotion in her throat, “I love you.”

He skimmed his hands up her thighs, his eyes drifting shut. “I love you more than I can say,” he said as he lifted her skirt higher, and she lay back on the desk, dragging him down on top of her.

Much later, she pressed a lazy kiss to the chest exposed by his unbuttoned shirt. She smiled up at him. “I think I can live with those compensations for no longer being an employee.” A thought occurred to her. “Now I own shares in your company, doesn’t that make me one of your bosses?”

One end of his mouth twitched, and he stepped back as he began to button his shirt. “I was wondering when that would come up.”

“I’ll try not to use it to blackmail you.”

Laughter danced in his eyes. “I appreciate it.”

“I have an early wedding present for you, too.” She pushed off the desk and straightened her skirt.

Ryder raised an eyebrow as he tucked his shirt into his trousers. “Cufflinks?”

“No,” she said and walked over to enjoy the view from the window, knowing he’d follow.

He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Monogrammed golf towel?”

She grinned. “Not even close.”

“Then you might want to give me a hint.”

She melted back into his solid chest. “Remember the day you came back to me in Melbourne?”

“Vividly,” he said, his mouth just behind her ear.

“Remember that night, back in my apartment, we became a bit…distracted, and you carried me to the bedroom?”

His arms around her tightened. “I still think about that night. And the things you did.”

She’d been replaying the night over in her mind, too. As well as the nights that followed—the lovemaking since they’d committed to each other had become more intense, more beautiful. Their trust had become absolute and the effect was amazing. And it had all started with the night he came back for her.

She turned in his arms and met his warm brown gaze. “Remember we were so carried away we forgot protection?”

He stilled. “You’re saying…”

“That in approximately eight months—”

He claimed her mouth before she even finished the sentence. He kissed her hungrily, possessively, and after timeless minutes, he rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. “That was the best night of my life for two reasons now.”

“Mine, too,” she whispered. “But I think we have many more best nights ahead of us.”

A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “I guarantee it,” he said and kissed her again.

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