“Yes, but—” Sherry paused to step out of her jeans when he knelt to remove them.
“But what, honey?” he asked, tugging her panties down.
“That was as a friend, not as a grandson-in-law,” she pointed out.
Basil straightened abruptly. “You want to marry me?”
She blinked in surprise. “Well, of course. I’m not agreeing to be turned if we don’t get married too.”
“You’re agreeing to the turn?” he asked happily, and when she nodded, slipped his arms around her, lifting her off her feet to swing her around.
“Put me down,” Sherry protested on a laugh.
Instead, Basil gave her a hard kiss and then promised, “You won’t regret it. I swear, I’ll make it my business every day to be sure you are the happiest woman in the world.”
“I already am,” she assured him gently.
Smiling, he let her slip to her feet, and started to bend to kiss her, but suddenly paused. “Wait a minute, what do you mean that’s as a friend not a grandson-in-law? Why wouldn’t he want me for a grandson-in-law?”
Sherry wrinkled her nose. “He might be a little put off by the way you’ve been spreading your seed around all these centuries. I mean a man with fifty kids for his sweet granddaughter? It might be a concern.”
“It’s not fifty kids, it’s—” Basil cut himself off, his eyes narrowing when he noted the twinkle in her eyes. “You’re teasing me.”
“I am,” she agreed, and reached out to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “You did say you liked my sense of humor.”
“And I do,” he assured her, reaching out to fondle her breasts. He let her remove the shirt, but when she dropped down to work on the snap of his jeans, he added, “But you’ll still have to be punished.”
“What kind of punishment?” Sherry asked, peering up with a smile as she lowered his zipper.
Basil groaned, his eyes turning pure silver and his semi erection becoming a full one in a heartbeat. Sherry glanced to the tent now poking through the open zipper and smiled, then gave a little gasp of surprise when he suddenly caught her under the arms and pulled her to her feet.
Slipping his arms around her waist, he pulled her close and suggested, “How about a lifetime with me. Will you marry me, Sherry?”
“I thought we’d already agreed to that?” she asked with surprise, pulling back.
“Yeah, but now I’m actually proposing. I wouldn’t want our children to think you did it.”
Sherry chuckled and hugged him tightly. “God, I do love you, Basil Argeneau.”
“Thank God for that, soon-to-be Mrs. Argeneau,” he muttered, and pushed her back onto the bed.
Sherry landed with a gasp, and then raised her head to see that he was finishing what she’d started and removing the rest of his clothes. Watching him strip, she smiled and commented idly, “We should really get married quickly so you don’t have to call me that too often.”
Basil paused after stepping out of his jeans. “Really? No long engagement and months of planning?”
Sherry grinned and shook her head. “Vegas, baby.”
“God I do love your mind,” Basil muttered, and crawled onto the bed with her.