Текст книги "Three Broken Promises"

Автор книги: Monica Murphy

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This is something else we’ve discussed extensively. Her past, and how certain things still trigger the bad memories. I’ve come to grips with what she’s done, trying my best not to let it bother me. Though I’d be a damn liar if I said it didn’t . . .

But what she did has nothing to do with who we are now. I know that, and so does she.

“What would you say if I wanted to take on the managerial position here after all?” she asks, her voice casual though I see the apprehension in her eyes.

My heart tightens and my first response is an automatic hell, no. But that’s not fair. “Is that what you really want?”

She slowly shakes her head. “No. I just wanted to hear you say I could do whatever I wanted. I shouldn’t test you.” Sighing, she pulls me in closer, so close a piece of paper couldn’t fit between our two bodies. “I can’t wait to work with you, as your partner.”

“I can’t wait either,” I answer. “Maybe someday you can be my partner in every sense of the word.”

Her eyes go huge. “Are you serious?”

“Absolutely.” I nod, not surprised to realize I am. “Now that you’re truly mine, I want to make it real.”

“It’s already real,” she murmurs.

“I know, but I’m making it permanent. You’ll be mine.” Leaning in, I kiss her. Once, twice, our lips clinging, our bodies heating until I pull away first. “I’ll be yours. We can work together. Get engaged. Get married.”

“Oh my God,” she breathes, those dark brown eyes of hers still wide and full of hope and excitement.

“Does that work for you?” I ask, and she nods.

“You really want to marry me?”

“I’d do anything for you,” I vow solemnly. “Haven’t you realize that yet?”

“I have.” Smiling, she kisses me, wrapping her arms around my neck and squeezing me close. “I love you so much, Colin Wilder.”

“I love you too, Jennifer Lynn Cade.” I slip my hand up, curving my fingers around her neck, lightly tracing the butterfly tattoo that I’ve touched hundreds of times before. A shiver moves through her and I smile.

Her smile grows. “Remember that time you woke me up and called me sweet cheeks?”

“Hell yeah.” My voice goes soft and my body goes hard as I nuzzle the side of her face. “You do have a pretty sweet pair of cheeks, you know.”

“So do you,” she whispers. “Maybe you should go settle those sweet cheeks of yours on the desk so we can fool around on top of it.”

I raise my brows. “Fool around, you say?” That sounds promising.

Of course, anytime I can be with her, naked and alone, is promising. The more we’re together, the better it gets. Something I believed wasn’t possible.

Slowly she nods. “Yeah. Though, hmm.” Pulling out of my embrace, she turns and studies the desk, tapping her pursed lips with her index finger. I let my greedy gaze roam the length of her, taking in the crisp white shirt, the sexy-as-hell black skirt that fits her body like a glove. Just looking at her makes me break out in a sweat.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, sweet cheeks?” I ask her, my voice gruff, my body tight.

She glances over her shoulder at me, her eyes sultry and full of want. “If you’re thinking of bending me over the desk and testing its strength, then yes. I’m most definitely thinking what you’re thinking.”

Damn, she’s a mind reader. “Then let’s go test it out, baby.” Cupping her ass with both of my hands, I press against her and guide her toward the desk, where I proceed to strip her and spread her out like my own personal feast.

Making her mine.

Forever.