I pluck the ring from the box, then gently slide it onto her finger, kissing the pink stone once it’s firmly set in place. “You are mine, beautiful. Mine to cherish, mine to adore, mine to punish and love, mine to bend and break and put back together.” I kiss her wet cheek. “Marry me?”
“Yes,” she says simply, and it’s the best word in the entire fucking world. I pull her into my arms, kissing her long and deep as she wraps her arms around my shoulders.
I pull back, searching those eyes that have captivated my heart since day one. “The minute we touch down in London, I’m finding a priest.”
Tossing her head back, she laughs, then she brings her eyes back to mine. “Or we could enjoy being engaged for a while.”
I can tell by the smirk on her face that she’s teasing me.
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl, squeezing her ass before giving it a playful slap.
She presses her lips to mine, tender and sweet. “I can’t wait to have your last name.”
My smile is triumphant.
“Karmen Cunningham does have a nice ring to it,” I whisper against her sweet lips. “But I’ll just call you mine.”
Continue reading for a bonus scene…
The beginning…
“You’re holding back,” I gritted my teeth, throwing another punch. Benson dodges my strike with ease, circling me.
The bastard grinned.
Anger flared in my gut. “Don’t baby me.”
“I’m not babying you.”
“Yes, you are. I’m not some fragile woman.”
“Don’t I fucking know it,” he grunts.
We were between assignments, and he’s been teaching me some martial arts moves. All agents were trained in hand-to-hand combat, a requirement of the service, but it’s only effective in specific job roles. Benson was trained in Krav Maga. It focused purely on self-defense and survival in real-life situations. The techniques were easy to learn, so I jumped at the chance to train with him.
In a series of moves, we danced. Each strike was a cadence of precise blows and blocks. Benson was swift on his feet.
Lethal.
“Drop your chin,” he ordered.
I did as he said, then reached out to strike again, but he grabbed my arm, twisting it behind my back and securing me to his hard chest. His hand wrapped firmly around my neck, immobilizing me. A wave of heat centered at my throbbing core.
“Now what?” he breathed against my ear, causingmy pussy to clench.
I should not be feeling this intense reaction to him. He was my superior. My boss. But every time we got close, every time our arms brushed against one another, or his gaze lingered too long, my entire body became warm and tingly. He’s never stepped out of line. Not once. The man had an insane amount of self-control. But there was no mistaking the want in his eyes.
The desire.
I recognized it because it matches my own.
Stomping on his instep, I spun out of his hold, swiping my leg to the back of his feet, effectively taking him down to the mat. I straddled his hips, pinning his wrists in place above his head.
His ocean eyes gleamed with pride. “Very good.”
I beamed, basking in his praise.
“But you forgot one important detail.”
