He quirked an eyebrow and looked down at his crotch. “I think we just found my new kink.”
I cackled with laughter, pressing my palms to his chest to force him onto his back. “Oh, you like the Mrs. thing, do you?”
“Say it again so I can check.”
“I’m going to be Mrs. Callie Adair.”
Heat flashed in his eyes. “Aye, definitely does it for me.”
Without preamble, I straddled him, feeling the evidence of his newfound kink between my legs, and I whipped off my T-shirt and unclipped my bra. Lewis arched into me, caressing my waist and back with possessive tenderness as he focused on the slight swell of my stomach.
“Do you want me naked with nothing but the ring?” I teased.
His gaze flew to my glittering diamond. “I know you’re joking, but I’d actually really love that.”
I slipped off the bed to wriggle out of my jeans to do just that when I suddenly stopped. “I should really call my mum to let her know we’re engaged.”
Lewis raised an eyebrow and practically squawked, “Now?”
I pretended to take a step away from him. “I’ll be five minutes.”
I’d barely turned when I heard him hop off the bed. Then I was swept upinto his arms again before finding myself flat on my back.
Lewis pinned my hands to the bed, his thumb stroking over the engagement ring. “Your mum can wait. Your husband-to-be cannot.”
My belly fluttered deliciously. “I think we just foundmynew kink.”
“Aye?” Lewis grinned, leaning to brush shivery kisses down my neck and chest. “Do you want your husband to make love to you or fuck you, Mrs. Adair?”
Arousal flooded between my thighs. “Both,” I answered breathlessly. “I think it can be both.”
“Your wish, my command,” he promised.
It was both.
It was very much, mind-blowingly, fucking fantastically both.
Thirty-Six
LEWIS
Aknock sounded, and I turned to find my dad standing in my office doorway.
“Heard you got the plans submitted to the council for the Tain project?”
“Aye.” I swung around in my chair to face him. “The clients are in love with the finalized plans, so let’s hope the council doesn’t knock it back.”
“Unlikely,” he assured me. “Not on a plot like that.”
“Even with it being visible from the water?”
“Even then. I’ll be surprised.”
That reassured me since Dad had years of experience submitting plans to the local council. “Do you want to grab some lunch?”
“Aye, I was just coming to ask you that.”
Fifteen minutes later, we’d grabbed a table in a restaurant in the middle of the city. “How’s Callie?” Dad asked.
