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flicking my clit until my pussy clamped hard around him. My head flew back, but Link wrapped my hair in his fist, dragging my head forward as he growled, “Want your eyes, angel.”

His blue orbs anchored me as I shattered. I bucked up and down, my breasts bouncing while I rode him through my orgasm. When I started to come back down, he drove me up again. Hard and fast. He wound his arm around my back and ground me down as his hips bucked up. When I flew apart again, he came with me. His cock jerked inside me, his hot come splashing against my walls, and my whole body shivered. “That’s it, angel. Milk every last drop out of me.”

My orgasm felt as though it lasted forever, and I was completely spent when I finally collapsed against his chest. While I was still trying to catch my breath, Link stretched out an arm to grab something from the drawer of the bedside table. My head turned to look down at my hand when he slid something onto my finger. “I love seeing my property patch on your back, but it isn’t enough. I want my rings on your finger and my baby in your belly, too.”

I stared down at the sparkling diamond and smiled. “You better come up with a good story to tell our kids when they want to know how you asked me to marry you.”

“It wasn't a question, angel,” he pointed out with a grin. “You’re going to be my wife.”

I had a feeling our kids wouldn’t be surprised their dad had told me I was going to marry him instead of asking—but I still wasn’t going to tell them he’d done it naked in bed.

Epilogue

Link

“It’s time to pay up, babe.”

I raised my head at the sound of Harlowe’s voice and took off my glasses so I could take in the sexy-as-fuck sight in front of me. I didn’t know what she thought I owed her, but when she was walking around with my cut and her baby bump, I couldn’t deny her anything. Although that was true all the time unless it was about her safety.

I held out my hand, and she sauntered into my office and around my desk, falling easily into my lap. “Pay for what, angel?” I murmured as I buried my face in her hair and rested my palm over our kid.

“You owe me for hitting the target, remember? And honestly, I think it should be double considering how many ways you’ve put your brand on me.”

I grinned, thinking about how any fucker who looked at my girl would know she was taken by her vest, the ring on her finger, and the baby in her belly. If she would let me, I’d get my name tattooed in a very visible place on her body, too.

“Double, huh?” I pulled back and smiled at how damn cute she was with a little pout on her pretty lips. “Sounds fair.”

A bright smile stretched across her face. “I get to pick out two tattoos for you?” She rubbed her hands together in anticipation, making me laugh. The movement caused her to bounce a little in my lap, and her tits—which had grown with her pregnancy—jiggled, distracting me. I licked my lips when I noticed her nipples hardening and cursed the open door to my office. It was the only reason she wasn’t currently spread across my desk with my mouth on her.

“I’m thinking a unicorn on your butt and a butterfly—” That got my attention real fast, and I swatted her ripe little ass.

“That wasn’t the deal, angel. I promised to get some ink to represent you, but you don’t get to pick it out.”

“But—”

“No.” My tone was final, but I softened it by placing a quick kiss on her nose. “Now, be a good girl and go shut my office door.”

“Why?” she asked sassily. She knew exactly why. I’d had her for lunch on this desk many times.

I slipped my hand under her skirt and cupped her sex over her damp underwear. “’Cause we both know you’re needy as fuck from those pregnancy hormones, and I’m hard as a rock just thinking about eating your juicy pussy.” I scooted her off my lap and gave her another swat on the ass. “Then maybe I’ll let you help choose my tattoo.”

“I can’t believe you went without me, you big jerk!” Harlowe yelled when I walked into our room at the clubhouse. I sighed.