Office Grump An Enemies to Lovers Romance - Nicole Snow Page 0,159
daughter received a marriage proposal without telling her first. Of course, if she gets the details, it’s likely to end up in a book.”
“I’m sure Mrs. Bristol already knows her daughter had a proposal coming. She might think you shot me down, though.”
Sabrina laughs, cocking her head. “How does she know that? And why on earth would I shoot you down?”
Given how feisty the tigress in my arms gets, I’m not sure how this will go over. “You’re close to your parents. I wanted to make sure we started off on the right track with them—”
“So?” She raises an eyebrow.
“So I asked your dad before I asked you. From what I gathered, he’s an old-fashioned guy.”
“...you did?” She blinks back tears.
I nod and this carefree smile cuts across my face.
“But why?”
“You love them, and they’ve been in your life longer than me.” I shrug. “I thought it was the right thing to do. If we have a daughter someday, it’s what I’d expect from the man who marries her. If he told me no, of course, I would’ve proposed anyway.”
She kisses me again.
Madly. Frantically. Beautifully.
“I got off easy and all the stars aligned,” I whisper, my eyes dancing, reflected back in hers. “I was worried you’d be pissed. You’re very independent and I love you for it.”
“No way. It was sweet, and if I didn’t want to marry you, you already know I’d tell both you and Dad where to go.”
“I couldn’t handle it if you didn’t,” I admit, sincerity in my throat so hot it scorches.
Her eyes narrow in bliss and her lips find mine again.
And just like that, my Brina is destined to be mine, forever.
We dock the boat after the longest, hottest make-out session of my life.
I help her off the yacht with every bit of me throbbing.
Back at the car, I toss the backpack in the trunk and open her door before getting in. “You’re staying with me tonight. Don’t even try to get out of it.”
“What if I wanted you to stay with me? Paige is off at some big artsy design conference with her dad.”
“My bed’s bigger.” I pull the car out and start heading home.
“So? Why do we always stay at your place?” She pouts.
“Because it’s about to be yours, too. I’ve already scheduled a meeting to add your name to the title.”
“You have?”
I nod. “Plus, I can fuck you in front of the entire city, pressed against the glass. Don’t even pretend you don’t like it.”
Trying to hide a smile—and failing miserably—she turns her flushed face down.
“What if I’d said no, Crankyface?”
“I guess you’d still co-own my penthouse,” I tell her, smirking.
“C’mon, you knew I wouldn’t say no.” She giggles, her eyes shining so bright under the rising moon.
“I hoped you wouldn’t, Brina.”
“Then why were you so nervous?”
I take a deep breath. “I’m more open with you than anyone. You’ve never been intimidated by my shit. You’re also not always impressed with me.”
She grins. “It’s hard not to be impressed with you, Mag. You just have a tendency to be annoyingly driven.” She’s quiet for a minute. “But the way I feel about you is so intense. I knew you were the one.”
Right. She just summed up my feelings.
In no time, I park the car and we pass the doorman and go into the building. Once we get to the elevator, I sweep her up in my arms.
She’s laughing so hard she’s clutching her sides.
“This is so unnecessary. We’re not even married yet—it’s kinda early to carry me over the threshold!”
I kiss her. “We will be, and I’ll do it again then.”
Her lips lock around mine. Her kiss is so intense that I have a hard time opening the door. She starts peeling my shirt off before the door even swings shut.
“Damn. I’ve corrupted you so much, and I love it,” I snarl.
The only response is my shirt hitting the floor.
We leave a trail of clothes from the front door to the bed.
Brina’s knee brushes my bare hip as she straddles me. Her eyes are closed, mouth slightly open. This beautiful angel of mine fully intends to lower herself down over me and wring my balls empty.
Not yet.
I need her fucking under me.
Drawing in a rough breath, I hook a thumb under her arms, and flip us over so her back is flat against the mattress and I’m poised over her. I find her lips and drink in a languid kiss, pulling a moan from her lungs.