Page 234 of Sin City Dark
Soon, the bag was empty, and they started on the peanuts.
“So,” he finally said, “what did you think? This is the time to discuss and go over how the play was, what we liked, what we want to do again … or not.”
“You mean, like a debriefing?”
“I never thought of it that way but yeah. How do you feel?”
“I feel like I …” She thought for a moment. “… crossed the Rubicon.”
Oh.
His gut tightened. That could be good news for him. It could also mean disaster.
“That was the most intense experience I’ve ever had.”
His whole body relaxed, and he nodded, because, yeah, he felt the same way.
She cupped his cheek then, her eyes intense as her gaze captured his. “That wasn’t play, Nick. And if that was your expression of how you love me …” She paused to stroke his jaw with her thumb.
He waited, his heart pounding.
“… then I think you should be my husband.”
Nick blinked. He blinked again. “What did you just say?”
“I’m saying if we do this kind of stuff, we should be married.”
For the first time in his life, Nick was rendered speechless. He looked into her upturned face, her blue eyes blazing as she stared straight into his soul. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask if she was joking, but her expression told him she was 100 percent serious.
She gets it. God.
His heart stuttered, then threatened to beat out of his chest. “Are you proposing to me, Jannie Larssen?”
“Yup. It’s my turn.” She kissed his chin. “Full disclosure: I’ve been thinking about it for some time. Jannie Kent does have a nice ring to it.”
Hehada nice ring. Purchased months ago, tucked away in his hidden compartment where he kept his ties, waiting for his fourth proposal.
He opened his mouth to enthusiastically accept and suggest they go do it right away, but Jannie stopped him with a fingertip to his lips.
“I have a stipulation.”
“Name it.”
Anything. Whatever she wanted, he would give it to her, no matter what it was. Once, he believed he would burn the whole world down for her if she asked, and now, that belief was a thousand times stronger.
“You’ve already shown that you’re a great teacher,” she said, a glint in her eye.
“And?”
“I want you to teach me how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“I want to learn how totie, Captain Kent. And I want to do things to you while you’re suspended, all naked and hot for me.”
His brows shot up. “Suspended?”
“Uh-huh.” A little smile. “That was hot.”
